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Lessons I Learned in 2024

People who attack you or assume wrong things about you are usually unsure and dissatisfied with their own lives. The easiest thing for them is to lash out at you. Just let them be. Your words are too precious to waste on people like that.

Investing in probiotics and vitamins is really worth the price. Check if you’re truly depressed, or if you're just lacking in Vitamin D (the actual vitamin, not what you're thinking of).

Kingkong is not a real animal (i legit thought it's a different type of gorilla)

If someone’s Instagram bio says something like “you have to be a good person” or “kindness is free,��� most likely they’re the shittiest kind of person with the shittiest personality. They probably have undiagnosed NPD and think the world revolves around them. I’m writing this as my acid reflux hits my throat because of the ick. Ewh

If baked long enough, ubi cilembu tastes like caramelized sugar or candy.

My moral compass is questionable, and luckily i don't act based on my own moral compass because if i do, things will go berserk :)

Haruki Murakami is shit

Food are not that expensive if you don't gojek or eating out everyday... What's hard is beating the laziness to shop and to cook, really.

Grocery shopping in a hungry state is a bad idea. I end up spend more money on snacks that i regret buying.

No matter how many times I hit snooze, I’ve learned that those extra 10 minutes of sleep do nothing but make me more tired.

Chat GPT is VERY helpful if you know how to use it and give it the right prompt. ISTG you don’t want people catching you with an instagram caption full of unedited GPT words like "foster," "nuanced," "compelling," "cutting-edge," "delve," followed by ✨sparkle emoji✨ at the end of your sentence. That's embarrassing. In a world full of AI, add a touch of humanity and authenticity (I swear this is not from Chat GPT)

I usually felt guilty about leaving books unfinished. In 2024, I gave myself permission to stop reading when something didn’t resonate :p

IF YOU HAVE TIME TO SLEEP, GO SLEEP! (i hate the fact that i write this at 01:31 AM)

Celebrate small wins. Those tiny achievements matter more than I used to think.

I still hate going to the gym or doing any sports. The only sport I enjoy is swimming (or hiking because of the nature), but now I get headaches easily when I swim. I really need to push myself because this body isn’t going to be 20 forever (I'll be 30 next year… what?!)

Procrastination is more stressful than the task itself

No matter how many socks I buy or how carefully I pair them, one will always go missing. So i just accepted the fact that mismatched socks are my new normal :')

Active listening is a RARE skill. Really should keep in mind to listen, listen, listen, then speak. Listen to understand, not to argue.

I'll add other stuff when i remember. It's 01:40 AM now.

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Birds of a Feather Flock Together

We've probably heard the saying "You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with." Lmao sounds like something ripped straight from a cheesy motivational poster, but guess what? It's true. As we journey through life, we met a lot of people. Some who are absolute gems, and others who are, well, questionable? human train wrecks? These people, alongside our parents and the environment we grow up in, mold us into who we are. So, it's crucial to be picky and surround ourselves with people who genuinely want to see us bloom, who aren’t afraid to call us out when we screw up, and who are our biggest cheerleaders. These folks are our anchor.

But sometimes the process is hard and it betrays you because inevitably, you'll find yourself in a script you didn't write. One day you just happen to bump into an absolute pigshit yapping babbling baboon. These are people who have zero ambition, low attitude, and a bizarre obsession with seeing others fail. These are the folks who spend their days gossiping like it’s an olympic sport, tearing others down just to feel marginally better about their own pathetic lives, and whining about their problems without lifting a single finger to change anything. Ring any bells?

Do you love Twilight? Cuz i don't. Well these type of people are the Twilight character come to life, it's a breed called the life sucking energy vampire. Every conversation is a black hole of negativity, every interaction leaves you feeling like you’ve been hit by a truck. Good luck getting stuck in their endless drama and cynicism, because it is the only emotion they're able to emit and attract. Try hanging out with these energy vampire and find yourself stuck in the mud with them, wondering why your life feels like one never-ending episode of a bad reality TV show.

So evaluate, reflect and think about your circle. Do you really want to spend your precious time with people who have nothing better to do than wallow in their misery and drag you down with them? Do not ever, step yourself into a low class drama where you don't belong. They are determined to pull you down to their level of mediocrity.

Surround yourself with people who lift you up, who challenge you to be better, and who actually have their eyes set on the stars.

Life's too short to waste, just say "dih" and leave.

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One Evening Under The Dim Light

Scars are etched not just on my skin, but deep within the very fabric of my being, keeping feelings at a safe distance. As I sift through my past, pain echoes in my chest. Once was my source of joy, now leaving heart that bears the weight of past wounds.

Then there he is, amidst the wreckage of my being, patiently chips away at the walls I've build, bringing warmth to the cold corners of my soul. His words become a comforting melody, whispering promises of healing.

Yet, I find myself standing on the edge of fear, hesitating to dive into the depths of this feeling once more. The ghosts of my past linger, threatening me to believe into my own lies.

One evening under the dim light, I can't escape the feeling of anxiety coiling around my heart. I lay bare the scars that stabs my soul. The pain, the fear, and the haunting memories spill out like ink on a blank page. He listens.

With gentle hands, he cradles my wounded heart, promising not to let it shatter. I'm still scared, but i calmly said to myself that there is hope.

This time, i embrace the possibility of love, learning that not every story is destined to echo the pains of the past. In the delicate dance between fear and hope, I discover that healing can be found in the arms of someone willing to share the burden of my scars.

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I Thought Train Pervert Only Exist In Japanese Hentai

Picture this: I'm on the train from Malang to Surabaya, minding my own business, engrossed in the thrilling plot of an anime i’m watching. At the corner of my eyes, i can peek someone in front of me is also busy looking at the screen, and there it is – a sight that could make a flamingo blush. An old man, silver hair and all, shamelessly tuned into arather adult show on his tablet.

I purposefully coughed loud enough for him to hear, and he notice. Our eyes lock, a moment frozen in time, and he hits pause faster than a cat jumps at a laser pointer.

With a sheepish grin, he mutters an apology that's more awkward than a giraffe doing the limbo. I'm thinking, "Okay, maybe he pressed play by accident, no big deal." But boy oh boy, how am i kidding myself.

As I return to my anime binging, I feel a suspicious gaze burning into the side of my head. Lo and behold, Mr. Netflix and Chill has hit play again! This time, he's bolder, the glint in his eye saying, "Yeah, I know you caught me, but this plot line is just too riveting to pause."

In a moment of sheer audacity, he winks at me, and I can't help but burst into laughter. He thought that i’m intimidated by a pervert? It’s as if he’s mocking me and says “Just so you wait i’m gonna open my zipper and jack off on this train and you can’t do nothing.” The absurdity of it all! But fear not fellow passengers, for justice is on the horizon.

Summoning my inner superhero (who coincidentally is terrible at saving the day), I march to the nearest train officer. With the utmost seriousness, I describe the situation, and we hatch a plan worthy of a mediocre detective comedy.

As the train pulls into the next station, our hero, the train officer, swoops in. The old man is escorted off the train, dignity left somewhere between carriages four and five. I wave him goodbye, not in triumph, but in sheer disbelief at the rollercoaster that was my Wednesday commute.

And so, the train rumbled on, leaving me with a story to tell and a lesson learned: always expect the unexpected when riding the rails of public transportation. Who knew the humble train ride could be a front-row seat to such an unforgettable view?

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Ciao

I recently deleted few people out of my life. A part of me admits that it is quite immature because clearly there are things that could be discussed instead of me disappearing from their life in an instant (Few times it's the other party that doesn't even addressing the issue wtf). Other part of me believe that it's not necessary because the discussion won't serve anything but closure.

At this point, i don't even feel mad anymore. I just grew distant. Because i know their defense is going to be just as draining as the original action that violated in the first place. I would much rather walk away than spending second after an apology that doesn't come with changed behaviour.

I dont' really feel the need to surround myself with those that doesn't serve any purpose in my life anymore. Especially people that gives me nothing but emotional turbulence. Life itself is already a wrecked rollercoaster and if a person pull another screw outta the track i might as well fly and dead.

I'll also let you create the worst version of me and tell all your friends and family and relatives if it 's able to give you a little bit of a peace to continue your life and leave me the fuck alone. Sorry this post is kinda depressing but it is because i feel a bit depressed so please excuse me this time.

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Lazuli Blood

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I have seen a lot of scars and they are ugly

Not until i saw a rainstorm wrapped in a skin so pretty

It is behind those eyes, weary

I can see from the shattered reflection though it’s kinda blurry

There a lupine try to pluck a rose carefully

For poison will never be afraid to get a little prickly

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Maybe a daisy will grow on your grave

It blooms from below where you are

As time goes by your leaves withered

And your petals wilted

Little did it knows

Thousand other daisies bloom

On the other grave

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Where Does Happiness Begin?

Do you remember the last time you met a person who could actually excite you, someone who suddenly made you feel like everything was possible? Do you remember how you fell so hard in love that it felt like you were ready to leave everything behind? Can you recall those memories when you wished things were different, when you wanted to skip all of the nonsensical feelings and get straight to the point where the world agreed with you?

It happens like this. One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else – closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps because this person carries an angel within them – one sent to you for some higher purpose, to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them – even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering – the reason for their presence will become clear in due time.

Though here is a word of warning – you may grow to love this person, but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn’t to save you, but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled, the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be stranger to you once more.

In life, I learn that we need to keep ourselves centered – that is what I understand for sure from that person. The presence and absence of that person let me know that I wasn’t spiritually connected to myself. After all the blessings I enjoy in my life, nothing felt enough – until I came to the point where I thought that maybe I needed somebody to save me from my insecurity, to tell me that everything is going to be okay, to pay attention to my happiness, to take responsibility of my sadness. My life stopped for a moment when somebody crossed my path and told me that I was wrong – that my happiness comes from me, that it is my job to make myself happy.

I suddenly realized that I didn’t value enough what I have already had and accomplished. I put all my sources of happiness outside myself, and I didn’t know how to put myself into perspective when they were taken away from me. I could feel happy only if I fulfilled my desire. I didn’t realize that I wasn’t really happy – I was only chasing temporary happiness of a brief moment. When another desire came along, the search for happiness continued. It kept going until I forgot to stop and enjoyed what I already had.

At the end of the day, I believe that we are the beginning of our happiness. We have full responsibility of ourselves. And in this life, people come and go. They can leave us anytime, but we can't leave us – we can’t run away from ourselves. 

this piece is written by Tandy Mackenzie on 2015

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Tetek

Dulu waktu kelas 6 SD salah satu teman saya sedang numpang main komputer di rumah, lalu tiba tiba dia bertanya “Hany kok kamu belum pakai miniset”. Jujur konsep pubertas di otak kelas 6 SD saya waktu itu masih abstrak. Saya belum menyadari kalau seiring waktu tubuh perempuan akan mengalami perubahan. Saya tengok dada teman saya, dan baru itu saya menyadari kalau dadanya termasuk besar untuk ukuran anak kelas 6 SD. Namun saya tidak ambil pusing. Nanti juga tumbuh tumbuh sendiri. Begitu pikir saya.

Waktu SMP kelas 2, dada saya mulai sakit pertanda era tumbuh tetek dimulai. Inilah saat yang saya tunggu tunggu. Akhirnya saya bakal bisa pakai miniset seperti rekan sejawat lainnya. Harapan tersebut sirna saat saya mulai masuk SMA dan menyadari bahwa dada saya sudah tidak sakit lagi dan ukurannya mandek seperti anak SMP.

Ternyata lemak saya tidak tumbuh di tempat-tempat yang saya inginkan. Apakah ini pengaruh kurang minum susu dan Scott Emulsion waktu kecil sayapun kurang tahu. Soalnya kalau bicara secara genetik, perempuan-perempuan dari keluarga saya tidak ada yang berdada rata.

Ada pengalaman yang lumayan nempel di otak saya perkara tetek A cup ini. Waktu jaman kuliah saya pernah berboncengan dengan salah satu teman pria saya. Pas polisi tidur, dia ngerem mendadak dan dada saya berbenturan dengan punggungnya. Saat itu dia langsung nyeletuk “haha kok ga kerasa apa-apa ya”. Saya mendadak sedih banget namun sok savage membalas kalimat teman saya dengan kata kata yang sama nyelekit : “haha kontolmu paling yo cilik”. Setelah itu dia marah dan ngga mau bicara sama saya seharian (mungkin egonya sekecil tititnya).

Bukan hanya tetek, tapi banyak hal yang tidak saya suka pada diri saya. Kenapa pantat saya tepos? Kenapa pipi saya besar? Kenapa rambut saya tipis? Kenapa saya ngga punya alis? Kenapa saya pendek? Banyak kenapa yang bikin saya akhirnya kenapa-napa.

Kepercayaan diri saya semakin rendah, saya jadi ngga bisa menerima pujian dari orang lain karena saya berasumsi hal-hal yang mereka katakan cuma lip-service. Pujian jadi terdengar aneh seperti basa-basi selewat yang ngga tulus.

Perjalanan saya untuk menerima diri sendiri tentu ngga mudah. Di satu titik saya berhenti memusingkan semuanya. I just realize that everyone fight their own battle. Everyone has their own insecurities that they probably won’t talk about and we are indeed our worst critics. Not accepting shit and sulking about what can’t be changed is a toxic cycle. Kecuali saya punya duit buat oplas, sih. But i don’t. So might just roll with it.

Ngga semua hal di dunia ini ada hikmahnya. Tapi kalau dipaksakan, mungkin Tuhan ngga kasih saya badan dan muka macam Miranda Kerr agar saya ngga jumawa soalnya sekarang saja saya sudah sombong. Lagipula diliat-liat saya cakep juga kok. Ngga cakep banget sampai bikin orang nengok sih, tapi lumayanlah kalau saya buka jasa +1 kondangan pasti ada yang mau.

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Jengkol

Jangan terlalu benci pada sesuatu, nanti suka. Saya sering mendengar kalimat ini dalam konteks hubungan romantis antar manusia. Namun saya bukan mau membahas kisah romansa saya yang monoton melainkan hubungan saya dengan salah satu makanan.

Saya menyadari, bahwa semakin bertambah usia saya, banyak makanan yang dulu saya tolak sekarang makin bisa saya tolerir. Salah satunya adalah jengkol.

Dulu saya tidak suka jengkol. Menurut saya rasanya seperti kaos kaki apek. Dimakan pun rasanya bland dan bikin bau dari mulai mulut sampai tai. Jadi saya ngga mengerti dimana menariknya makanan satu ini sampai satu teman saya memesan jengkol balado (cc @daisy). Dia menawarkan satu suap yang saya gigit setengah hati. Kunyahan awal saya masih mengernyitkan wajah, makin lama saya kunyah saya bergumam “enak juga?”. Rasa jengkol ternyata seperti kentang namun lebih sepat dan padat, bercampur dengan sambal dan rempah-rempah ternyata lumayan juga.

Semenjak itu saya terkadang membeli jengkol sebagai lauk. Awalnya saya hanya sanggup memakan setengah porsi jengkol karena belum terbiasa (jujur eneg juga makan banyak-banyak). Makin ke sini, jengkol yang tadinya berperan sebagai teman nasi kini naik kasta menjadi cemilan nonton anime 😭

Tentu saja saya menahan diri untuk tidak makan jengkol tiap hari. Memang sih berak saya jadi lancar sekali tapi saya nggak tahan dengan bau mulut yang awet di mulut sampai 2 harian. Selain itu, bau berak saya jadi bau mayat. Kalau di tempat sendiri sih ngga papa. Kalau saya kebetulan berak di tempat orang lain bisa-bisa saya dicurigai membuang bangkai manusia.

Ada beberapa makanan lain yang mengalami nasib serupa seperti daun kemangi dan bawang mentah. Tapi ceritanya saya simpan untuk lain waktu saja karena sekarang sudah waktunya saya untuk bengong.

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Crush

I wanted to post this on August 25 but i fell asleep so here it is. Another random thoughts sliweran inside my mind.

On a gojek to home from last night party, i was thinking "Why is it called a "crush"? is it because it crushes you?

I think it’s the most reasonable answer. Since i'm not really good at elaborating stuff, i did a little Google to help me. I found the etymology of the word "crush" but it didn't sit quite right on my mind and God i don't want to learn linguistic on Gojek while my brain level is equivalent to a freaking koala (because of the alcohol yknow) so i'm just gonna explain it from a more literal way :

When you taking a like on someone, you have a desire to be with them. But it can take a while before "crush" become a significant other. So in between, feelings get crushed. It crushes concentration, it crushes your attention to things you should've put your mind to, it crushes productivity and in an extreme cases, it crushes self esteem.

Curiousity kills. Some of you are in doubt to confess your feelings, afraid that it'll crush you (lol) if the outcome is not what you expect it to be. And when you realize it's a one sided feeling, you will start to feel pathetic about yourself. Like, you know, you keep thinking about someone that probably doesn't notice you while you're sitting on your sofa staring at their Instagram story wondering when did this feeling grow? Where does this absurd obsession come from? Is it possible that they have the same feeling like you? And yada yada, thousand of follow up question that ends up killing you.

Some of you confess because you want to feel relieved and to be honest, it's pretty devasatating to feel everything by yourself. It feels unfair because you can't have a peace of mind within you. So you confess and let those heavy baggage getting lifted from your chest without demanding the other party to respond your feelings.

Either way, it's your choice. The consequences are yours. Just remember that when you face an unrequited love, this too shall pass.

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Masalah saya dalam menulis pada umumnya adalah kemalasan dan ketidak-percayaan-diri. Yang pertama tidak usah kita bahas karena tidak menarik dan klise. Alasan kedua juga tidak menarik tapi ingin saya bahas (lho, haha). Acapkali ketika menemukan sesuatu yang menarik, saya tidak sabar ingin menuangkannya dalam tulisan. Jadilah saya membuka blog dan mulai mengetik. Selang beberapa baris, ketikan saya terhenti karena writer's block. Bingung bagaimana mengelaborasi tulisan tersebut jadi sesuatu yang menarik, maka saya klik tombol "draft" dan saya putuskan untuk berhenti dahulu sembari berharap saya bakal dapat wangsit untuk melanjutkan tulisan tersebut.

Tentu saja menunggu wangsit adalah hal yang sia-sia. Yang justru terjadi adalah : beberapa hari setelahnya saya membuka kembali draft tulisan saya, membacanya ulang, sedikit mengernyitkan dahi, lalu bergumam "kenapa saya nulis sampah begini" lalu bergegas membuang tulisan tersebut. Saya sering merasa bahwa tulisan saya tidak cukup menarik untuk kategori daily life, terlalu dangkal untuk membahas hal-hal yang berat, tidak lucu untuk masuk kategori komedi, dan tidak puitis untuk menyentuh hati orang. Pun ketika menulis ini, saya berpikir untuk membuangnya lagi karena saya berpikir "kenapa pula saya menulis tentang kebingungan saya menulis". Benar-benar tidak ada faedahnya.

Namun kemudian saya berpikir, siapa pula orang yang membaca di sini? kenapa repot sekali harus memikirkan tulisan ini harus ada maknanya. Toh nggak semua hal di dunia ini punya arti. Seperti fungsi pentil pada laki-laki contohnya. Cuma nangkring di buah dada tanpa saya tahu fungsinya. Keluar susu nggak bisa, dilihat pun tidak menarik. Tapi dia ada. Jadi saya anggap saja tulisan saya seperti pentil laki-laki. Ada namun nggak harus punya fungsi. Toh satu dari satu orang yang berkunjung di website ini adalah saya sendiri jadi kenapa pula saya pusing?

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Kindle Review Tapi Banyak Intronya

Saya akhirnya mempunyai Kindle secara tidak sengaja (berawal dari memberi kado berupa Kindle kepada bapak saya dan ternyata belio membelikan saya balik). Suatu hal yang cukup saya sesali mengapa saya tidak tertarik untuk membeli Kindle sejak beberapa tahun yang lalu. Tapi ngga apa to, kata orang kan "nggak ada kata terlambat".

Sejak dahulu saya senang membaca. Kebiasaan yang terbentuk akibat ibu saya yang hampir setiap akhir minggu mengajak ke Gramedia (dan setelahnya makan bakso Sony yang berjarak kurang lebih 300 meter dari Gramedia). Dari 'perburuan' di Gramedia biasanya saya membawa pulang satu-dua buku. Buku-buku tersebut biasanya habis dalam hitungan jam setelah saya merobeknya sampai di rumah sehingga saya harus menunggu minggu depan lagi untuk membaca buku baru. Maka buku yang sudah dibeli di minggu itu biasanya saya baca ulang-ulang, hahaha. Kondisi ini berlangsung sejak saya langganan majalah Bobo dan Princess sampai berganti langganan majalah Gadis. Berarti sekitar tahun 2004-2012. 

Kebiasaan tersebut mulai luntur ketika saya pindah dari kota B ke kota M untuk melanjutkan studi perguruan tinggi. Agenda ke Gramedia tiap minggu dan menghabiskan banyak waktu saya di rumah dengan membaca perlahan berganti dengan ngopa-ngopi di kafe hits, kuliah, berorganisasi, dan tentu saja pacaran (ledakan pubertas saya rasanya lumayan telat karena waktu sekolah walaupun punya beberapa mantan pacar saya nggak terlalu peduli dengan romansa taik kucing). Tentu saja saya tetap mampir ke Gramedia jika saya ke mall, namun frekuensinya berkurang jauh ketimbang dahulu.

Saat zaman saya kuliah sebenarnya e-book sudah menjamur, namun mata saya nggak kuat dan malas lihat layar laptop kelamaan untuk bacaan yang panjang dengan font tulisan kecil yang bolak-balik harus di-zoom-geser-drag-down tiap halaman. Dan juga, belum ada yang mengalahkan perasaan gemas-gemas nggak sabar merobek plastik buku baru lalu mengelus-ngelus bagian timbul cover buku (kalau ada) lantas mengendus aroma khas-nya dengan cara mengipaskan lembaran-lembaran kertas buku di depan hidung. Aduh jadi kangen. Kayaknya habis menulis ini saya mau mengendus buku deh. 

Kebiasaan ini makin parah semenjak saya mulai bekerja. Jumlah buku yang saya baca dalam setahun bahkan bisa dihitung dengan satu tangan. Menyedihkan memang. Faktor-faktornya tentu sudah bisa ditebak. Sibuk bekerja, urusan tetek bengek orang dewasa yang menjemukan, banyak pikiran dan kecemasan tentang hidup, serta frekuensi main HP yang sudah nggak bisa diselamatkan. Dan lagi, informasi sudah banyak berjejal di internet sehingga urgensi baca buku terasa berkurang. Sampai kadang saya muak sendiri main HP (bilang begini padahal screen-time rata-rata saya megang HP sekitar 8 jam, parah banget kan). Selain itu, saya tipe orang yang kalau bisa membaca sekali duduk langsung habis. Sedikit saja ada distraksi, maka keinginan untuk melanjutkan lagi kok rasanya berat banget. Bahkan ada buku yang  saya beli di BBW dari tahun 2018 masih utuh dengan plastiknya karena saya belum tahu kapan buku tersebut mau saya baca. 

Ide beli Kindle (yang bahkan bukan untuk diri sendiri awalnya) berawal dari pengamatan terhadap bapak saya yang akhir-akhir ini rajin bawa buku ketika traveling. Kadang dia menjejalkan beberapa buku di kopernya yang hampir penuh, membacanya di sela-sela waktu sibuknya. Saat itu hampir tiba dengan hari ulang tahun beliau dan saya kehabisan ide kira-kira kado apa yang pantas diberikan. Mau belikan baju sudah banyak sekali, belikan sepatu sudah di tahun lalu. Berikan barang-barang elektronik yang bagus tentu harganya mahal dan ga cocok dengan budget pas-pasan saya. Lagipula, barang-barang tersier tersebut terasa kurang makna untuk diberikan. Eh nggak lama saya scrolling di e-commerce, pertanyaan saya terjawab lewat suggestion yang diberikan (pasti internet mendengar gumaman-gumaman saya dan membaca histori pencarian saya lalu algoritmanya menyimpulkan bahwa saya membutuhkan perangkat membaca yang praktis dan travel friendly). 

Seperti itulah saya menemukan Kindle. Setelah membeli untuk bapak saya, sebenarnya saya ingin membeli satu lagi untuk diri sendiri namun saya tahu diri dengan kondisi budget saya. Jadi saya tahan dulu keinginan tersebut sembari nabung dan menyabarkan diri dengan download Kindle di HP untuk sementara waktu. Eh kok ternyata rezeki anak baik ngga kemana ya. Setelah saya kasih bapak saya kado tersebut, karena beliau tahu saya juga senang membaca, maka dibelikanlah satu untuk saya sendiri. Hahaha.

Pilihan saya jatuh kepada All New Kindle 2019 10th Generation. Versi ini sepertinya termasuk yang paling murah dari semua versi yang masih dijual baru di pasaran. Sebenarnya ada versi lain seperti Kindle Fire yang mendukung pemakaian aplikasi-aplikasi lain seperti YouTube, Netflix, Facebook bahkan download game, tapi rasanya kok melenceng dari fungsi aslinya dan karuan beli iPad saja sekalian.

Jadi beberapa kelebihan yang saya rasakan selama pemakaian singkat ini, Kindle sudah dilengkapi dengan teknologi bernama E-Ink yang cahaya layarnya dipancarkan dari kondisi ruangan sekitar membuat kita seperti membaca di atas kertas biasa. Ini menurut saya jadi salah satu fitur penting untuk saya yang ga tahan lihat layar LED dari laptop/HP selama berjam-jam. Upgrade terbarunya adalah Kinde 10th Gen ini sudah dilengkapi frontlight untuk membaca di tempat yang lebih gelap. Kelebihan lain adalah, Kindle tuh super hemat baterai. Pengalaman saya pakai Kindle selama kurang lebih dua minggu, saya baru mengisi daya dua kali. Klaim dari Kindle-nya sendiri memang baterai bisa bertahan hingga empat minggu (wow). Buka aplikasi Kindle lewat HP memang nggak memakan banyak baterai, tapi tetap saja untuk waktu yang lama, baterai juga cepat terkuras dan terkadang namanya buka HP nggak bisa menghindari distraksi dari notifikasi berbagai macam aplikasi atau sosial media. Hal lain yang saya suka adalah, Kindle tuh super ringan. Dipegang pakai satu tangan dalam waktu lama nggak bikin capek. Ukurannya tidak terlalu kecil sehingga mendukung kenyamanan membaca, namun juga tidak terlalu besar jadi nggak memakan banyak ruang untuk dimasukkan ke tas.Untuk storage, Kindle 10th Generation mempunyai memori 8GB. Kelihatannya kecil ya? Namun percayalah, storage segitu sudah cukup untuk menyimpan ribuan buku karena format dokumen MOBI/EPUB biasanya masih dalam hitungan kilobyte (KB).

Untuk kekurangannya sendiri, walaupun sudah built-in dengan front light, Kindle versi ini nggak mendukung inverted mode/dark mode jadi membaca dalam kondisi ruangan gelap agak kurang nyaman. Kekurangan lain adalah Kindle 10th Gen nggak waterproof jadi harus hati-hati kalau kamu mau baca Kindle di pinggir kolam renang (?) atau sambil mandi di bathtub. Tapi kalau dipikir-pikir ngapain juga sih. Baca ya baca aja di tempat yang aman (hal yang perlu dikhawatirkan mungkin kalau lagi baca di tempat terbuka lalu hujan atau sebisa mungkin taruh botol air di kompartemen tas yang berbeda dengan Kindle-mu). Tapi kalau kamu memang butuh Kindle device yang waterproof dan ada fitur dark mode kamu bisa mempertimbangkan untuk beli versi Kindle Paperwhite. Harganya $40 lebih mahal dibanding versi 10th Generation. Kalau menurut saya, gap harga segitu nggak terlalu worth-it untuk upgrade yang nggak signifikan. Toh fungsinya utamanya sama.

Nah, by the end of the day, apakah dengan mempunyai Kindle produktivitas saya membaca jadi meningkat? Jawaban singkatnya : Ya. Jawaban panjangnya? Ya iya lah, udah punya masa nggak dipakai kan sayang?! Hahaha. Yang jelas, buku yang saya baca dalam dua minggu terakhir lebih banyak dibanding setahun sebelum saya mempunyai Kindle. I'd still like to purchase physical book tho. Maybe i'll buy books that i've read on Kindle as collection filling my house with books everywhere it turns into a big ass library. I have no idea when it's gonna happen since i don't have permanent living space yet, but manifesting that idea sounds nice.

Capek juga ya, sudah ah saya mau ngendus buku dulu.

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Hello (Again)

This is a new blog created with no purpose. I thought creating a new blog means new motivation on writing but i think i’m just lying to myself. Anyway, the first blog that i created now belongs to the museum of clown as the content now is cringeworthy (RIP hanyprima dot blogspot dot com 2008-2015 you will not be missed). The second blog (it is a tumblr).. is still kinda active but i only write when i’m feeling down or depressed or basically when my insecurities act up.

It’s my third blog (and i hope the last one). This one will be open to public so you can dive into my thoughts too (i know you dont care but just play along with it k)