Catatan Riki Akbar

We have to endure eternal loss of my father You see, I don't have the luxury of coming home like everyone else does. I don't come home very often; that's the truth. But that doesn't make me less sentimental about my own home. As  Munthe   said, "Home is the place where I belong." Before my father passed away, home was the term I often associated with my mother's smile and her gentle kiss on my cheek. A smaller portion of "home" memory recall goes to my father's straight-but-secretly proud face. Never did I imagine I would be trembling and torn apart once I lost my father. I lost my father; we all lost him. I understand the pain my mother has to suffer after she lost her soulmate. It will never be the same. Even Boro the Cat feels sorrow I lost a figure I used to look up to. I no longer have someone I need to prove myself to. I don't hear "Well done, son" anymore, which used to soothe me and boost my self-esteem after I accomplis

Di sudut bangku A&W Saya tercenung. Terpikir mengenai arus uang yang selalu keluar. Reels Instagram dipenuhi dengan rekomendasi hotel dan paket liburan. Begitu pun dengan DM istri yang dipenuhi dengan review hotel dan tempat liburan eksotis lainnya.  Sementara di lamunan Saya, ada beberapa kompartemen. Di kompartemen satu ada satuan tugas neuron yang mencari cara untuk bisa mendapatkan uang tambahan untuk membiayai tugas dinas luar kota saya di akhir September. Di kompartemen dua ada aliran darah yang deras dipompa ke otak menyiasati biaya pulang kampung untuk menghadiri wisuda. Di kompartemen tiga, ada memori guratan kecewa pada wajah Istri Saya yang kehilangan kepercayaan atas janji liburan yang saya berikan. Himpitan berbeda pun tersaji di kompartemen lain yang tak berani Saya lihat untuk menghindari keringat yang kian tercampur dengan air mata yang mendetail di pipi. Pedih. Nafas kian sesak dan seluruh suara dalam raga Saya memaki tanpa ragu. Duhai Yang Maha, ke manakah kiranya

I don't consider myself part of this hype: sandwich generation. How come I become part of this mass whining, pointing sandwich as the scapegoat and labelling all this pain with it. I don't have any sandwiches to feed. I'm broke as fuck. Yet, people around me like stacking their problems on my shoulder. My brain has to work harder than ever to find any other source of income as the existing one won't pay the bills. Ceremonies. Oh, that's the worse. It costs me a lot of money for crap nonsense. I cannot take this anymore. Living with debt I shouldn't have taken. Pile of debts to finance all the luxuries of Instagram stories. Crap! Somebody take me out of this rat race! Everyone smiles. Smile, you pain-in-the-arses! I'm reaching the bottom of my credit card's leftovers. I'm squeezing my fuckin' brain off for another coin. I'm broke haha! I'm fucking broke haha! Every single person still talks about money. About how expensive a bag is. About

I'm not justifying the way I behave. But again, I'm not a people pleaser by nature. Hence, on minor occasions, I have to act the way I used to act in order to preserve my own sanity. Life is hard already and your sanity could fly at any point of time. I intend to keep it that way, my routines. Most of the time, I do respect people and their own choice. I am terrible at putting myself in a confronting position toward other people. Oftentimes, I let my inner thought be oppressed to give space for others' perspectives. But again, people need to understand that I need my own space sometimes, just to recharge and restore my own idealism and thoughts. You cannot compare yourself to anyone as it could be very painful to swallow and I hate that, pretty much. Knowing everything runs differently at the moment, I am willing to accept and adapt. But again, I just need a tiny slice of my time to re-heal and re-assign all my stuff to the place they truly belong to. It takes only a couple

Mengingat perkembangan akhir-akhir ini ketika kita banyak disuguhkan data dan visualisasi yang terdistorsi, ada semacam kewajiban moral dan intelektual untuk mengingatkan kita semua untuk tidak langsung tersilaukan oleh pernyataan-pernyataan yang megklaim merupakan produk dari analisis dan pengolahan data. Penggunaan terminologi yang tidak pada tempatnya (dan bahkan cenderung abusive ) seperti big data dan machine learning harus dikritisi habis-habisan, tidak peduli siapapun yang menggunakan istilah-istilah tersebut. Seringkali saya pribadi jumpai penggunaan tidak pada tempatnya atas istilah-istilah tersebut dilakukan oleh orang-orang yang bahkan tidak mengerti apa 'big data' atau 'machine learning' itu sendiri.  Belum lagi produk yang diklaim berasal dari so-called data analysis  seringkali digunakan sebagai justifikasi pembentukan opini publik atau bahkan lebih parah lagi:  policy . Kental dengan bias dan conflict   of interest .  Trust me, I've seen enough. Sej

I don't really care about all these 'sandwich generation' things I am suffering financially and mentally, yet I need to put my angel face in front of everyone pretending that there is no issue, pretending that life runs as usual I put everyone's expectations on my shoulder and my head every now and then Now I'm ready to explode I am no longer aware of what I do really want I have been too busy becoming a people pleaser On a night like this, with blacked eyes and a tired look in my face, I am screaming loud inside. Breaking all the silence a Thursday night could offer. I love my beloved ones but that seems not enough And I hate people laughing at something I could not afford for And I hate how people belittling anything, anything that my wallet could scream out loud I hate it But what can I do? Seems I have been trying to live by the standard beyond mine I am just tired I am sick of people laughing and smiling at things they put price tags on I just want to live as l

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