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Women’s March Chicago: Some Unprofessional Snapshots

Here are some photos that I took on Women’s March 2018 in Chicago. These are super crude files and I don’t edit anything (too lazy to do that). I only captured what I found interesting. My favorite is someone’s “I’M MAD” sign. I mean, that’s exactly how I feel being someone identified as a woman…… Continue reading Women’s March Chicago: Some Unprofessional Snapshots

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Kutak-Katik Kindle

Mengapa blog adiluhung saya ini tiba-tiba ingin mengulas gadget? Tidak tiba-tiba juga sebenarnya. Dan kalau boleh menjustifikasikannya, gawai yang ingin saya jelaskan ini bagian dari proses membaca. Kindle adalah tablet berukuran 6-7 inch monofonik keluaran Amazon yang secara eksklusif  hanya untuk membaca. Perangkat ini bisa dihubungkan dengan internet (wi-fi) untuk kebutuhan install/registrasi nanuninu ketika pertama…… Continue reading Kutak-Katik Kindle

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My Time with the 8th Dentist and How My Previous Dentistry Experience Was a Whole Lie

I’ve been dealing with dentist as long as I can remember. The first time when I was 4 years old, when I got my first crack tooth. I still remember what I had in my mind back then: i HATE dentists. They’re evil. They have no compassion or whatsoever. But I guess dentists love my money me because…… Continue reading My Time with the 8th Dentist and How My Previous Dentistry Experience Was a Whole Lie

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Harapan & Doa Kota

Catatan Pameran fotografi KOTA: Tentang Kebangkitan & Keruntuhan (Die Stadt – Vom Werden und Vergehen), hasil karya OSTKREUZ, rumah fotografi Jerman bekerja sama dengan Goethe Institut, Galeri Foto Jurnalistik ANTARA, Turkish Airlines, & Galeri Nasional. Tempat adalah rasa aman, ruang adalah kebebasan. Begitu ujar Yi-Fu Tuan dalam Space & Place (2005, Edisi Keempat). Dimana, ia…… Continue reading Harapan & Doa Kota

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Will and Memory

I let myself at the mercy of the wind, just like a straw. Not because I don’t think the way Al-Ghazali proposes. No, it’s not about thought, ratio, and mind, but rather because I fully surrender myself at the tip of God’s will, as excruciating memory slowly gives me a pain, unhealable one.