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Guess what? An unpredictable man with many unexpected things has come into my life. And of course, I’m going to talk about him. Yes, him, the unpredictable man. The one who gives a significant impact on my life. The one who cured my insomnia and anxiety~ We both met without looking for each other intentionally. It’s not like we matched on dating apps or something. We were just randomly connected by our common needs through serendipity. Well, I met him for the first time on my darkest night last year. Amazingly, he  enlightened my day even when we were strangers and a hundred miles apart. No wonder he got my heart since the first time. He is a bilingual, philomath, and such an avid learner indeed. For me, his brain is his #1 charming point. He looks younger than his actual age. He looks cute and cool at the same time. He keeps his body in shape by doing exercise every day.  "I work out to attract you,"  he said. He’s playful and humorous. He looks funny especially when he ...

Quitting social media isn't even on my new year's resolution list. This whole pandemic got me thinking like social media is the only way that I can use to stay connected with people out there since we've been fucking isolated for almost a year. But then, instead of getting help to stay connected with people, I got attached to social media itself . That's why I've deleted my Instagram and Twitter accounts. I didn't tell anyone the honest reason, and it was just like being offline for weeks. I told my friends that I got distracted, so I tried to restrict my phone usage by taking a break from social media.  Well, honestly I don't really fucking care about the phone usage. Because I know how to manage it. Step away from my phone isn't a big deal, and I don't have to quit social media because I'm not addicted to it. But the thing is... social media has affected me, badly . I've realized it since a few years ago. So I had restricted myself from I...

This year is quite chaotic but in a sweet way. In January, I ran away from home. I fought with my family, got lost for a week. I’ve had returned home but nothing has changed. I had suicidal thought, cried in the train, had insomnia, fucked with someone’s boyfriend, being called a whore (yes bitch I deserved it), I didn’t feel anything and just tried to live until February. That’s what I thought. In February, my family was so much better. I quit smoking, didn’t dye my hair, I had enough sleep, met new friends, but still in love with someone’s boyfriend. Well, that’s shit. I got the train at 6 am everyday, had classic talks with some random passengers, arrived at school at 7 am. I studied until 4 or something, and got home at late night. On the way home, I used to cry a lot in the train. I cried for no reason. Like I couldn’t pinpoint where’s hurt, but it felt so damn hurt. I was pretty sad and lonely for 29 days straight. In March, I had practical project and shit. It was fun but ...

Kemarin aku bersuara mengenai plagiarisme yang menuai pro dan kontra, hingga membuat gaduh satu angkatan. Kali ini, aku kembali bersuara mengenai hal yang dianggap tabu dan bisa saja dinilai "lebay" oleh sebagian mahasiswa di kampus.  Ya, aku berbicara tentang pelecehan seksual.  Apa itu pelecehan seksual? Dilansir melalui Wolipop, Komisioner Subkom Pemantauan Komnas Perempuan, Siti Aminah Tardi menjelaskan bahwa pelecehan seksual adalah perbuatan yang dilakukan dalam bentuk fisik atau nonfisik yang tidak dikehendaki dengan cara mengambil gambar, mengintip, memberikan isyarat bermuatan seksual, meminta seseorang melakukan perbuatan yang demikian pada dirinya, memperlihatkan organ seksual baik secara langsung atau menggunakan teknologi, melakukan transmisi yang bermuatan seksual dan melakukan sentuhan fisik.  Masih banyak definisi lain yang bisa kita semua cari tau bersama. Namun, untuk menyelaraskan pemahaman kita mengenai pelecehan seksual yang akan aku angkat dalam tuli...

  I lost a friend. He committed suicide after had been fighting against  society  depression and anxiety for several years. He's a nice guy, a warm-soft-hearted, and a caring person. But the world is just being too harsh for him. Last year, he came out. He told me that he is gay. "Is being a faggot, weird?" he asked. "No, because I normalize it," I answered. He continued telling me the detail about his sexual orientation. He was talking and crying at the same time, I could feel his pain. Being different and unaccepted by society sucks.  "I've got so much hate because I'm different. They don't even want to know my reason. O h, see he is a boy with the vagina, he ain't masculine, he is bad at sports. Look! He cried. Bruh, boys don't cry. "  Those words turned him into anxiety. His family doesn't give him a safe place called home. They make it worse.  One day, he tried to speak up. But people judged him even more.  It's easy fo...

anastasiiakucherenkothumb Kita semua pasti punya indikator tersendiri buat mendefinisikan sosok dosen killer. Seperti apa sih dosen killer versi kamu? Some people think that dosen killer adalah dosen yang gets angry easily, telat dikit kena yelling, salah dikit diomelin. And some of them might think that dosen killer adalah dosen yang quite ignorant, unbothered, tugasnya banyak banget, tapi tau tau kasih nilai C. And dosen killer versiku adalah beliau-beliau yang killin our mental health slowly. Yep, I define dosen killer sebagai dosen yang ngga baik bagi kesehatan mental mahasiswanya. Okay let’s talk! Disclaimer: isitlah dosen killer yang dipakai dalam sheet ini adalah yang didefinisikan dgn versiku yaa. That one who ain’t good for student’s mental health. Selama 7 semester kuliah di kampus biru ini, aku dipertemukan dengan satu dosen killer yang luar biasa impactful. Beliau adalah Ibu X. She taught Behavior Change subject at my class. She’s incredibly smart, I loved the way she...

Well, hi people! How do you feel lately? Is everything alright?! Anyway, I'm quite bored right now because my assignment has already done and I got nothing to do recently so I decided to post something on my random sheet 👀 disclaimer: it's gonna be the worst post I've ever created. Okay, let's talk! stephencheetham_illustration In May 2019 I broke up with my ex. We had been together for three fucking years and we chose to walk separately till right now. I used to cry a lot. I don't even remember how many times I begged him to stay, one thing for sure I did some stupid things just to get him back. And it didn't work.  Our relationship was just great. The best thing that had happened is we used to love each other, and the worst one was we forget to love ourselves more. Yes. We both were kinda in a high level of  bucin  partner-oriented, we used to depend on each other, and we sometimes pushed ourselves to always be available for one another. After three years, we...