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There are moments when we would find ourselves joking about other nations/races. I don't know, jokes about racism is always comes natural. I think everyone might engaged on at least one conversations about it. We often joke about other race that not there. But, only Russel Peter that could pull it out on public without being cast. For us, we are deemed to have those jokes when no person from the race there. Now, what happens when there was one? ... [That moment of awkward silence]  I was with my friends on a coffee shop discussing about the richness of our diversity. You know, only in Indonesia many different races could blend well. I guess we owe one from the good ol' dictator, H. M. Soeharto. My generation was raised in a forced cultural blend. Some of us, like me, couldn't talk fluently in our racial language. And then, we talk about Malaysia. My experience in Malaysia showed a little fear about how far this country could stand united. When I was in a commuter,...

I have been wondering lately: If DPR is house of people's representatives then how can people fired those that incompetent? If DPR is open to people then why it has walls and fences that could stand zombie apocalypse? If DPR is a house of democracy then why don't they let one of the yard become a place where people could shout instead letting them in the street in front of its gate? This morning, I've been foked . In the midst of the jam, I asked to my self: Why won't people protesting by not submitting to the police raiders that accompanying any car? Why don't we just not let them got through the traffic and let them get stuck with us also? I mean, they should eat their own dog food. To have the effect of their own shitty policies. And one last question, why won't we force them to use public transportation at least once a week? Is this kind of protest protected by law? As inspired by many tweets: "Naik Angkot diperkosa, naik bus dicopet,...

Violance is easy to cure from practical point of view. It's just so scary to do it practically. I agree of what Stef said on this one. A sadist born from unfortunate events in his/her timeline. Not in a night but a lifetime, that's what it is that shape someone's mind. Of course, it's ceteris paribus; a drastic event could create traumatic can take it out in an instance. Now, the real cure of it is compassion. Meaning, to swallow our pride and try to forgive the monster. A mere stare, a spit in the face, mockery and any humiliating would not effective. Any swearing would just make the monster invulnerable. Why? Because the monster is not the person. It is the state of mind of feeling troubled over the person's endangered existance. Everyone have the self-mechanism to defend one's own existance. By any mean necessary! A compassion is to protect the one's existance and to protect ourselves against its rampage. An existance, either by this world or (to whom be...

Internet people tend to bash person whom against gay. At their game, they love to bash Christianity. They would call Christians whom against gay movement as stupid homophobic. Seems nowadays many love to depict Christians, and religious people in general, as stupid people. The most controversial movie, Jesus Camp , further depicting Christian movement as a political agenda and brainwashing. In this I agree. This kind of evangelical is wrong. From the film, it seems that they were from a charismatic church. Charismatics stems from Pentecostal, my view. Because of that, I could tell that obviously they were wrong from the start. We are a part of Christianity whom believe that people should become an adult before baptized. Pentecostal won't baptize people before they consent with their choice! That's why I've got baptized at my junior high school age (around 14~16). Old enough to have my own decision considering I have read theological books and porns. :-P My point is...

To be a bad person is like taking drugs. At first you feel a terrible guilt. Then, as you savor, it becoming a trench. You hide yourself deep. So deep that you are not you anymore. After days gone, you wish to see the sun again. To be a good person is like having detoxification. Your body would reject and you would have a shiver around your bone. Depending on how bad you have fallen, the body would leave permanent scars of previous sins. Just like when you have in the dark for too long. You feel the blinding light would stab you like a thousand needles. Then, as the time passes, it covers your skin and give warmth.

I give different excuses for different person because I extrapolate my actions and decisions based on those excuses. Why not tell them all the reasons? Not all people understand what it means to be an idealist. Not all people would think complicated things. Not all people try to understand what's best. And simply because none of them could have a helicopter view of my life. While taking advices from other is important, missing your own dream is kind of wasted. Advices are there to give feedbacks on how I will extrapolate my decision, but not as a way to design my life. Nope, this life is mine and I have my time to define what is good for me. Everybody have experiences. That's why every now and then we listen to our parents and seniors. To not listen also is a dumb decision. But, to cling to them is a problem in itself. We knew already that littering could cause flood. The waste could intoxicate the land. And for some, the waste could host many illness. Yet, still...

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A space journey would take eons of light years. Yet, I'm getting old when I am forgetting my aim. Let's keep forward for that destination and never held back, my soul! I am on a journey to my grave. Still, I'll keep this world painted when I'm still around. Washed by history, yet carved into the heart of some people. I wish a cherished live in that I could say: "I've enough." Please help me, Jesus, for I have so many naught. This life that should be a dedication to You still be living in errors. Having a weak mind with once a broken soul. This once shattered heart healed because of You. Yet, I am still bound to this flesh. Let me love, let me feel. Let me smile, let me go. Lord, I love You in this liberal mind. Help me so that I could understand the beauty of You. Not as a scholar nor as a subject, but as a beloved son that you've rescued from the mud. My frail mind was tempted to be gone astray as others. Chasing bucks of money without ever...