Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

the thing about...

“It took me over three years to feel distant enough from the loss of my mother to have the courage to begin this piece. Even after that amount of time passed it was still difficult at moments to face daily in the studio… It’s gone through seemingly endless changes, but finally as I was bringing it to a close my father—a person of 73 years who has seen plenty of loss and endured many challenges in this lifetime—presented this question: What is the best way to eat an elephant? Answer: One bite at a time.I believe I’ve finished the elephant, well at least this one. ”
- Melanie Vote, ART(inter), March, 2016


  • ...art is that it's very easy. Everybody can do it. There's no right or wrong, because in it we believe in the freedom of self expressions. On the other hand, art can also be very static (in a way it isn't deep enough)--if the creator itself haven't gotten much of the bittersweet of life. That's probably one of the main reason why those who had through so much are able to articulate a deeper and appreciative meaning towards the simplest of things, therefore gives more value onto their creations.


  • ...human is that we categorises things. This, happens to be the very basic of the current social construction of genders that many have been brought up as the current and trending polemic. So, first women produce babies and those are delicate things, since the baby comes out from a female therefore it's indirectly become "her" central responsibility to take care and knows what best for them. Same as your body or anything that belongs to you. You have a basic instinct on the sense of ownership that distinguish the way you treat whats yours and what's not. Back to the female-and-babies problem, since the main needs of babies are food, clean clothes, and neat environment, women tries to fulfil those tasks by doing in which today's society called as houseworks or domestic works. Then, somehow generations and generations of women who bears babies since the existence of human itself, are being categorised to certain things because their moms told them so and their mom's mom told them so--so on and so forth. So, anything that are sweet, delicate, beautiful and neat are what's "ladylike". 


  • ...male is not that they are all horny assholes. Human, same as the other earthlings in this planet of ours, are animals. What differs them a teeny bit to us is consciousness. Animals thinks to survive, human thinks to sustains, and to sustain the offsprings, the male human have natural response towards female physiques--what is the best type to carry their children. That's why breasts and wide hip (a.k.a bubble butt) are attractive. Those things are arousing and makes male wants to fuck. Then comes religion, which give ways on how to treat and act around fellow human. The fragmentation comes between animals who rapes at mating season to human who have intercourse after a consensual consent because human have wits and thoughts. Religion contributes to the fundamental of laws and rules that creates the basic human rights we have today. That's why raping is illegal and forcing women to wear fully closed attire to hide their goodies is also not right because of the previous reasons, consciousness to control your own self and the rights for women as a fellow human to wear whatever they want. 


Saturday, January 30, 2016

thoughts

i feel very creative and need to go out to do something more.

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Deep Thoughts, Long Road


/Naive/

everything is sugar coated
so unknowingly blinded
unveil the truth
that sticks and stones
they break your bones
also
words they're poison
 able to kill you inside
ever so slowly
but still-
you pretend it's okay
think it will get away
just squint your eyes really hard
 see it does not seems so bad
forever in a state
of your daydreaming comatose
you need 
someone to burn it down
flat to the ground
then you might finally can see
and have this vision with me

                     





Tuesday, June 9, 2015

but i live in a hologram with you...

Lorde - Buzzcut Season

Do you have an internet friend?

Someone who shares the same interests as you are, whether if you both idolise the same celebrity singer or you just kind of accidentally met from a forum which mainly talks about plants, vintage style, DIY, anything which you happens to like? Or maybe you're a type number two like me, who's an awkward in real life, but cheerful, goofy, funny, and confident in texts, chats, emails, letters--anything but in person. You find it easier to talk through written words, because when you actually meet person to person with someone, you're so vain! You think these bad thoughts that maybe your conversing partner is actually judging your every words or your appearance--what you wear, that one zit in your face, that maybe he or she think you're a freak because you are pretty sure they observe how you always like to wanders alone all the time. That's why you always think very carefully of what you're going to say, you're scared of saying the wrong things--making most of time you end up not talking at all. Even though it feels like it's not true, though I think if you're still similar with me up to this point, theres a fat chance you are in a denial. That's why you want an escape--we are humans after all and we need company. So, you go to the internet and chat with a random person, and if you're lucky that they don't ask for boobies pic of you (and also making sure they're not some strange old person) you become good friends with them. 

I, personally have an experience with this online intercommunication. There are 3 people who are still very dear to my memory. One from UK, one from Brazil and the latest is from Sweden. The first two are my first online strangers I've ever become friends. I met both of them from Twitter, the one from UK named Guilherme, and the one from Brazil named Brenda. Those two are related. Guilherme is from Brazil but moved to Kensington with her mother and her sister. The three of us were twittering almost everyday. I never actually talk with my own voice or see their faces, we would recognised each other faces from profile pictures or uploaded photos. That was around 6 years ago. They were fun and I found out that they would available for me to talk about every bit of my problems. The funny thing was, since I usually filled up the timeline with my replies to them, there are 2 of my elementary school friends who apparently made acquaintance with Guilherme and Brenda. It was okay at first, but as time passed by it felt kind of weird. Me and those 2 people from my real life, we barely even meet since we were not at the same school anymore at that time, let alone talk! Here they are chatting with my online friends whom they accidentally knew since they found it from my Twitter correspondence and they were talking with them but acted like I'm not even in the picture. After 2 years of that weird situation, I found myself slowly drifted away from them. We would not reply each other as much until finally we moved on and ignored one another. 

The latest one is from Sweden. He was my online friend for a year and a half. He's a year younger than me and his name is Mathias. I met him in a chat room on the year 2012 and as two lucky and naive people in that room, we found each other. He was very sweet and encouraging. Up to this day I still remembers what his dreams and anxieties. Four times a week we would go on video chatting on Skype and I also remembers that one time he loses a bet on a competition between the two countries (I forgotten which ones) on 2013 World Cup , and had to sing a song to me--and God how he was so horrible at it or when he overheard my father's voice and thought that he was mad at something but it's actually just the way he is. He was the best online friend I've ever had (if you wonders what he looks like, just imagine a young Bradley Cooper). Yet even him also departed from me after a fight that was so unimportant but was too easy to be the reason on our online separation. 

What I like about befriending people in the net is the opportunity to be whatever you want--or of course, finally being able to confidently unleash and express the real you. You can create a whole persona and just be adventurous by experimenting lots of things with it (well, as far as the term "adventurous" goes by sitting alone in the darkness of your room with a laptop on your lap LOL).

Furthermore, recognise this?

Bad dog!
I guarantee you 100% that this quote is true. We need to be extra careful out there, because the internet is a platform where all the people in the world embedded--and they all brings different motives. Having friends online is complicated, we might unknowingly being tricked into a fraud, or lured to a meet up where we would be the target of a rape. Even if you think you have this special bond with this significant other, you might be wrong and it can just slipped away from your fingers like that. Why? It's because the internet is not the ideal place to search for a person whom you can trust wholeheartedly. You'll never sure if someone is as true a it's saying. When you have a conflict, you can't confront and sort it out directly like humans in a relationship naturally would. You depend on the line, on the gadgets on your hands. Both of your commitments being questioned all the time and if only one person work very hard for it to keep going, it will always very simple for the other to just disappear and cut all connections since both of you never actually meet. 

Nevertheless, it is still intriguing. You feel like you live in this perfect fantasy where you would actually meet each other and finally be able to touch them, talk to them, hold their hands, go somewhere and do things together. You keep holding on to this vision, making reality seems more bearable, yet you know it's just holograms. It's not there, it's never there. It'll all just plainly ordered alphabets, frozen pictures or grainy video shown in each other screens. It doesn't mean it can't be real though. Many people met their best friends or lovers online. One thing to understand, connecting with others from the internet, sometimes meaning that there's distance. For example--like in my case, I live in Indonesia, and my friend lives in Sweden. To meet each other we need to build trust, patience, strong wills to save the money and make the time, if not--most of the time it will always end up like Gotye's song : "Now you're just somebody that I used to know..."

M.


Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Happy (belated) Kartini Day!



(center) R.A. Kartini. My feminist role models (opposite clockwise) Malala Yousafzai, Emma Watson, Tavi Gevinson, Frida Kahlo, Coco Chanel, Lisa Simpson
Happy (belated) Kartini Day to all my Indonesian strong, independent women! This post is supposed to be published on April 21st, but I needed 2 days to make the post and the edited picture of Raden Ajeng Kartini to work. For those who wonders who she is, well, I’ll guide you through it. Back then, in the middle of 19th century, women in Indonesia were prohibited to get a proper education. Once they reached the age of maturity (around 16-19 years), their parents would told them to be married to a man. Most of the time, they expected that the man come from a respected family, so their daughter (indirectly) would raise their family status. If the daughters haven’t met the right man, then they are being told to stay at home doing domestic housework. Most of the time, these girls didn’t have a choice. It’s not easy to push through boundaries and social oppression with a fright of being dishonored from their families. 

Now, Raden Ajeng Kartini is one pretty lucky lady to come from an upper class Javanese (a quite dominating tribe in Indonesian government back then before it gained it's independence from Dutch colonialism) family, that's why she had the chance to study at ELS (Europese Lagere School), a Dutch school--where she learned Dutch language until the age of 12 years old. After that she had to be dipingit (a phrase for Javanese custom where a girl being confined for a certain time before she meet her soon-to-be husband). In this period, Kartini started to trained her Dutch language ability by corresponding through written letters with Netherlanders, one of them named Rosa Abendanon. Rosa supported Kartini a lot, and through European books, newspapers, and magazines, Kartini was inspired by the advanced thinking of European women. She soon realised that the women in her own country are considered to be in a lower social status than men. That why she started to write critics, protests, and demanding tolerance and liberation through articles which she sent to major publications and the books she written, especially on the issue of education for native women in Indonesia. She had a goal where she would like to achieve, that her writings might raise awareness among public of that time. Eventually many people actually did came around with Kartini's idea. Her last contribution before she died at the age of 25 was building a school for girls named as "Sekolah Kartini". At the end her school got big and made branches on lots of places in Indonesia. That's pretty much how she became an icon for women and education--feminism in Indonesia.


I am myself was introduced with the word "feminism" in my Sociology class back in the first grade of high school. I know the term of girl empowerment since preschool but not really putting much interest to it. When the first time I found Rookiemag website (and actually reading the contents, not just looking at the photos in the eyecandy section, ahah) I was a 11th graders. I like the idea of feminism and considered it as interesting how lots of girls trying to express their sexuality for liberation and equality through campaigns such as FreeTheNipple, not shaving your pubic and armpits hair, videos or photos with girl empowerment messages.


  


All the time I found myself thinking like "yeah, yeah, yess that's true", "YEAH, I know right!" and so on, and so on. But then, I also found a different side of perspective where certain people (mostly men) thought that feminists are just a bunch of angry women, creating sensations, demanding something which only beneficial for them, they called them as FemiNazis. I think that the idea of feminism itself is still so odd and biased since it appeared as something that's recently flared up. Why? I figured it's because for thousands and thousands of years, patriarchy ruled the world, and the sound of women are just a pile of in-deliberated anonymity. There are many presumption that women are mostly weak, and are not so advantageous compared to men, thats why the men made most of the decisions to us. That's why we're feeling oppressed and losing touch of their freedom of choice. As the modern day arrived, women realised that they are the same as men, that we are people too. We contributed to science and technology, we can do as much as men do. When the access of education to women are open, apparently women realised that they are capable on doing lots of things. Their perspective are opened, and they demand changes. 


There are 3 types of feminism; 

First are the socialist :  "Socialist feminists view gender inequalities as intrinsic to the capitalist system, which makes vast profits off women's unpaid labor in the home and underpaid labor in the workforce"

Second is the reformist :  "Reformist feminists believe that gender inequality can be eliminated through legislative or electoral reforms without the need to alter the capitalist system itself."


Third is the radical :  Radical feminists target male psychology or biology as the source of women's oppression. The most extreme form of radical feminism is separatism, which advocates a total break with men."


First off I want to tell you one thing about this whole feminism idea, "It's about liberation, not equality". We have to accept that both genders are different, and supposedly complement each other. What's wrong is when one of them dominating and limiting the choices that other's should have. 



          "Liberation is not about assimilation, it is about asserting difference. Feminists of the late 1960s and 1970s were aware that women would not find freedom by living the lives of men"



That's why I personally rooting on the socialist side. There are lots of cases in a workforce, where women would've less payment in spite the fact that they did the same amount of work. Up to these days, women are still being underestimated to lead in a white collar jobs--just because, well they're women! 

From where I live, in Indonesia, feminism though already being promoted, it's still not being handled seriously. Over-sexualisation, prejudice, sexual harassment, etc; are still very strong here. I am, boldly stated, it's because of the majority of radical religion values which is pretty much commanding the way people perceive" how women should be. Their clothes should not be too revealing, not too tight, girls dont make the first move or she's a bitch, and god forbid if you're not a virgin--I mean the government literally considered that virginity test will be an official rules for certain submission test for high school or certain academies!? (I kind of forget about the complete story, but it was being discussed some time ago). 

I know Indonesia had came along the way to emerge from the days it was being colonised, and I did truly happy for RA Kartini to fight for the right of the ladies in future generation to have the right of their education. But we are still have to take women's right more seriously and it should start from the people itself .
Dear woman, you are the queen--don't depreciate your value. You can be whatever you want to be. So, respect your body and respect your self-worth. You are no less, yet not more than your lifelong partner men. Boys and girls we are here to celebrate, to be side by side ruling this world, respectfully and righteously.

Here's a part of a beautiful poem by an anonymous I found online, 

In a Man's World

Mistreated by the man
Hypocrisy runs the state
Oh my god we can't escape
In a mans world.



Tend the house they say

You don't deserve equal pay

In the kitchen you gotta stay
In a man's world.




Break the cycle 

Change the game

We're all the same
Through my eyes.



M.

Friday, June 21, 2013

existential crisis

These days - almost every night, as I lay in my bed doing nothing, lots of thoughts seems bothering myself. Like who am I? What is the point I'm in this universe? Am I, somehow planned to be something big, and every opportunities that I unknowingly rejected actually leads me to that plan? Why am I living? Am I some kind of the main character where the other people in this so called world are just the supporting roles? Is heaven and hell are real? If so, will I stay forever? How long is forever?

These thoughts always keeps filling my head and never really resolved and just keep adding more and more. Curiosity keeps me aware that there are so much possibility in this world. So many mysteries that man kind haven't found out yet. And if we put what have been discovered into percentage- how many percent is that? Could it be 70% ? Or maybe we haven't really going into half of the percentage about what's really happening in this world? 

But I figured out that science and all are seems so real and that it just stating facts facts and more facts. And all of the things that science can ever figured out is something with proofs. There are many things that probably doesn't have an exact proof. Like, faith to God, spiritual thingy, even love (which is something that scientists says a natural thing that occurs on human mind-and there are no such related into faith slash so contrary with what I really believe).

Well, for me? I did put some faith into something unknown and abstract. Like the faith to God. I believe in Him, I know Him - although not directly but through the bible , the testifiers and all - but I believe it. I believe that there is something big that human race could never literally tested as if in science. I believe in blessing and faith and how people can be connected with each other through some secret knots. Things like that make people survive the hard time because they think of a little hope where the creator of the universe give to each and everyone of us. 
kbye.

Stop Procrastinating....

"STOP PROCRASTINATING....."
"STOP PROCRASTINATING....."
"STOP PROCRASTINATING....."

This is actually what I've been listening repetitively in my mind. I mean although the fact i'm in holiday, nothing really pressuring me to have such duty on doing such a task.
But, then I remember all of those things that I suppose to achieve but I keep delaying it with studying for tests , homework, etc as an excuse.

So here are the things that I NEED to gain by this holiday :

1. Lose 10 pounds with this kind of behavior that I'm doing? Yep it will be quite a challenge
2. Buy more SOPHISTICATED books the thing is- every time I read a really good book I become a 20% more sophisticated than ever for around 3 days and then I go back to the flat old me. But with more books - I think the sophisticated side effect could be lasts more longer.
3. Stop eating so much this one is basically related with the thing number 1. So if I achieved number 1 then I'll def achieve number 3. Coolness.
4. Grow a longer shampoo commercial hair. This one is kind of impossible. But I'll try
5. Buy Dr Martens omgg YESS! I want me own Martens! It'll be supah purrfect for my punk-rebel kind of style (at least thats what I think of my style)
6. Update this blog more frequently I think I can do this
6. Stop procrastinating
7. Stop procrastinating
8. Stop procrastinating for the rest of my life

Oh and have you guys watch Anna Kendrick's Pitch Perfect / Cups ( When I'm Gone ) on YouTube? Its' f-ing epic. I kind of learning the thing myself. CHECK IT OUT :))



Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Silver Lining

( source: Society6 )

I personally refers this anonymous quotation as the Silver Lining rule.
Because, in the darkest moment, where there are so much powerful emotion from certain angst,
we usually doesn't realize of how big damage that we'd probably made up without a proper logical thinking. Do you remember those kind of moment when there are so much anxiety in you that your brain somehow work faster and more sensitive towards things that probably will let  you go off fom the situation which causes the anxiety? That is what I'm talking about. If only human can put such power in the middle of darkest times into something resolving and lead them to success, life would be so much easier  don't you think? But, the real funny thing to me that how human can't fully control themselves. It's always be some kind of a civil war between the heart, mind and the lusts.