other than responsibilities, none.

a man is a boy who has responsibilities.
responsibility to tackle and endure what’s in front of him. in my case, responsibility to heal wounds, mine and others.

but then again, i’m still just a boy.

“But withal, if one is patient in adversity and forgives — this, behold, is indeed something to set one’s heart upon.” — 42:43

Heart is like a car.

When you were born to this well-polluted-mother-earth, your heart was like a car which just came out from the showroom. Fresh, sleek and clean. Unfortunately, that was the best state you ever had. As time goes by, your heart’ld have dents, scratches, corrosion, and even engine malfunction. Forgiving replenish the heart, I assume. Cause when you forgive, it’ll wash away bad substances that influences your heart, especially bad thoughts. Like a car which just came out from the workshop with dents are fixed and paid by the insurance (hmm, reminds me of something, hehe).

So, please let me sincerely say this:

Minal Aidin wal Faidzin

bureaucracy,  has been my major villain since my parents made my birth certificate.

someone once said to me:

“people who bribes or being bribed will burn in hell.”

“but, the bureaucracies in Indonesia…”

“that is the test”

on the next couple of days, my driver’s license will be expired.

i’ll face my test.

“if you ain’t smart enough, work hard enough”

–Mum

simple, yet very relevant

the lost art of being a newbie:

1. never tell anyone about it
2. secretly browse wiki
3. if you ever need to ask, ask nicely and act like you forgot about it
4. pick someone you can trust to be your mentor
5. extend your deadlines
6. always start your statement with a ‘as far as i know’ sentence
7. never haste, be cool as you were an expert with a vast experience
8. tell ‘everything is under control’ to your boss, despite your baggy eyes
9. in front of the computer monitor, make a comprehensively look

as a slothful IT labour, which i would never dream of, i mindlessly code day by day.

leaving me in vague, do i have to code for the rest of my life?

i knew that this is not my calling, tho i have to admit that i’m starting to get used to it.

this dreary job could make you insane somehow, somewhen.

remember the ‘all work and no play makes jack a dull boy’ phrase?

so, in order to save my sanity (and my so-called-life), i play.

what am i playin’? well, you already know what i’m capable of, right? ^_^

I’ve changed.

I just hope that I’m on the right track.

have you ever feel like, when you were working on something for so long, or maybe too long, until you don’t know what the fuck you are doing?

i do.

workaround for months, and suddenly you started to questioning yourself.

where am i?

what am i doing?

what’s my goal?

why do i still procrastinate?

why do people fuss?

you predispose this kind of attitude, and you start to indulge in it, and when you do, you’ll be overwhelmed.

no, this is not the symptom of autism, tho people say that computer science students are semi-autistic. edgy? yes. autistic? hell no. well, at least on my case. too many computers degrades social ability, that is certain.

tersebutkan bahwa sangatlah tidak bijak mengenalkan teman wanita yang sedang anda dekati kepada teman-teman pria yang belum anda percayai betul, terkecuali teman pria anda itu homo

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