I shared a room for two nights with a gay friend - at that time I didnt know his sexual preference. Maybe if did, I would be a little bit more hesitant to ask him for a space to stay in. Or maybe, if I knew, I wouldnt even think about it. But I did stay in for a couple of nights in a room with a bunk bed. I was travelling across the strait at that time and because I was still a student, I thought staying in with a friend would save me a handful amount of cash. We’re childhood friends and we used to talk a lot about girls in the way that adolescent boys do. I was looking for a free accomodation and the least thing that i could think of was now he’s turned.

When you take everything into account, it would not look unreasonable to see two groups of countrymen clash against each other in the name of foreign identity. They stripped themselves of their primary identity (in this case, nationality) and donned club identity in which they see other who dont share the same colour as enemy. To ridicule their preference of identifying themselves with something foreign as a mean to battle each other is not a strong argument because when you think about it, the idea of fellow countrymen battling each other in the name of local clubs is just as ridiculous. Then again, football doesnt use common logic. It has its own.

I’m not an expert in law, but if we’re really against capital punishment, i believe legal efforts have to be made in attempt to abolish it.

If American Sniper was a character that embodies everything American, there must’ve been a character that would epitomise everything Indonesian. I cant think of anything better than an Indonesian Parking Guy.

Some things were meant to be mediocre but their actual qualities skipped our eyes because we already built a construction of those things and put them higher than they’re supposed to be. Not until it became frequent that we managed to reveal their true values.

My concept of supreme mediocrity is based on my tendency to treat some things higher than they’re supposed. No matter how sub-standard and mediocre it is, i keep on coming back because mediocrity is synonymous with routine and sometimes your brain works on autopilot.

They’re the first friends i made in this plural and diverse world. Yes, i had some other friends, but they’re not like them. I was raised in a homogeneous environment. I went to Christian school. I grew up not knowing how it feels to socialise with people from different surroundings. They’re the first people to tell me to wait because they had to go to the mosque for afternoon prayer. They’re the embodiment of the PPKn exams that i had been taking since first grade.

A literary career basically is a pursuit of acknowledgement and recognition. Once you earn those two, even the most mundane thing you do will be considered as work of arts.

That’s one of the biggest bummers that could’ve happened to your social life. Finding out that your old mates are now running MLMs is similar to finding out that your extremely religious mates in high school are now party animals who have switched preferences from holy water to Chiroc. You would want to tap their shoulders and ask what has gone wrong in their life?