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Everybody welcome back to the cybernetic realm of my preffered catharsis media.
I'm neither dead, bored of blogging, nor slacking off.
You could blame Jakarta for such unproductivity or maybe pointing the finger to Aedes aegypti the yellow fever mosquito is much acceptable in this sense. That little fucker did give me something to reflect on while being powerless on the hospital bed. Every disaster has it's lessons and yellow fever made things, the least I could say, happily framed. I've been wearing different glasses to see things, aparently it's lighter with sincearness easier to locate back home.
Everything that begins well ends well is an overused item but acts as a very practical wisdom words.
The little trip to Bandung, the internal discussions on group longevity, the wonderful psychedelic experience, the cafes on the side road of elite suburbs and inside the malls were all felt with togetherness. No keeping secrets from each other, none of the reclusive words to pick when you talk, no bickering among the back but a lot in the front of everybody's nose.
My dad's have'nt change a bit. Both physically and mentally. He's still jokes around and uses condesending (and demeaning) words to make fun of other people, the car horn performs maximally when he drives, and the ussual 9am to 5pm office hours doesn't apply for his habitual 8am - 10pm (this is when he's lucky). Fortunately, despite his heavy hours I still managed to get some great advises but simply (or rudely) worded for my convinience. On the other hand, my mom just officially lost the title of "Housemom Drama Queen" representing Indonesia. Could be the approaching half a century effect or maybe I just came at the right month to avoid unneccesary paranoid and catasthrophising thoughts. My brother is acting as ussual, being an autist kid. Though, he has a girlfriend now. Maybe she'll cure his extreem apathy. Dunno. We're still getting along and stuff so who cares now.
And now I'm back in Brisbane. For the hopefully final semester and the end of my studies. After this year ends I bet my head will explode due the informational stuff I have to keep in my head. I'm heading to the real life and even I've tasted some of the shit it feed me, you could call me Colombus sailing to an obscure destination and failing to comprehend his finding.
I'm neither dead, bored of blogging, nor slacking off.
You could blame Jakarta for such unproductivity or maybe pointing the finger to Aedes aegypti the yellow fever mosquito is much acceptable in this sense. That little fucker did give me something to reflect on while being powerless on the hospital bed. Every disaster has it's lessons and yellow fever made things, the least I could say, happily framed. I've been wearing different glasses to see things, aparently it's lighter with sincearness easier to locate back home.
Everything that begins well ends well is an overused item but acts as a very practical wisdom words.
The little trip to Bandung, the internal discussions on group longevity, the wonderful psychedelic experience, the cafes on the side road of elite suburbs and inside the malls were all felt with togetherness. No keeping secrets from each other, none of the reclusive words to pick when you talk, no bickering among the back but a lot in the front of everybody's nose.
My dad's have'nt change a bit. Both physically and mentally. He's still jokes around and uses condesending (and demeaning) words to make fun of other people, the car horn performs maximally when he drives, and the ussual 9am to 5pm office hours doesn't apply for his habitual 8am - 10pm (this is when he's lucky). Fortunately, despite his heavy hours I still managed to get some great advises but simply (or rudely) worded for my convinience. On the other hand, my mom just officially lost the title of "Housemom Drama Queen" representing Indonesia. Could be the approaching half a century effect or maybe I just came at the right month to avoid unneccesary paranoid and catasthrophising thoughts. My brother is acting as ussual, being an autist kid. Though, he has a girlfriend now. Maybe she'll cure his extreem apathy. Dunno. We're still getting along and stuff so who cares now.
And now I'm back in Brisbane. For the hopefully final semester and the end of my studies. After this year ends I bet my head will explode due the informational stuff I have to keep in my head. I'm heading to the real life and even I've tasted some of the shit it feed me, you could call me Colombus sailing to an obscure destination and failing to comprehend his finding.
Bismillaahirrahmannirrrahiim
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