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Unfiltered personal thoughts.
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Morning on the Seine near Giverny, Claude Monet
Adding notes and filling out the experiments on Menjadi by Afutami
In a society where religion is inherited, not chosen, listening to where your heart truly belongs—and choosing a faith that brings out the best in you—is a rebellious act.
Yep. That was what i wrote last night. I didn’t realize I had carried so many unspoken memories from my past religion until they started resurfacing again. Memories of how my vertical relationship with God used to feel purely transactional. How my worth was measured by how many times I prayed, how perfectly I followed the rituals, how little I questioned what was handed down to me.
Fear was the main language. Fear of punishment, of hell, of doing it wrong. Questioning—even with sincere curiosity—was treated as disobedience. And in the eyes of many, it meant my faith was weak.
That’s why today’s sermon hit me differently.
“Pernah nggak di antara Saudara yang berpikir, kok Tuhan kita kesannya egosentris banget ya? Pengen banget Dia yang terutama di hidup kita? Jujur, saya dulu pernah bertanya seperti itu. Tapi saya bersyukur Tuhan nggak takut dengan pertanyaan-pertanyaan seperti itu. Dia bahkan welcomed dengan pertanyaan seperti itu, karena itu membuat kita semakin dewasa.”
there is a level of seduction that exists beyond the body. something less tangible, and perhaps more potent. anais nin understood this idea about how desire does not begin with touch but with language, perception, and the sharp electric pull of a mind that challenges and excites you. in her journals, desire is not just a physical hunger but a hunger of the intellect, an unraveling of thought before an unraveling of the body. to be drawn into someone’s mind, to feel their thoughts press against your own, can be more intoxicating than any physical closeness.
—Caitlyn Richardson, 'can intellectual intimacy replace physical desire?', in milk fed
this!!!
THISSSSSS
i always feel like i’ve forgotten something :,)
Sunday, July 13th, 2025
Last week, I had a sudden calling to pour my thoughts into writing. It was a very impromptu piece, but I decided to upload it on my tumblr page anyway. Reflecting on that particular writing, I feel like He reminded me—once again—to just do whatever it is without expectation. Do it happy. Do it sad. Do it even when I still carry doubt or fear inside. Because again, when I finally force myself to just start and surrender the rest to God, the result—or even just the journey—ends up being far more than I expected. It often makes me wonder why I feared or overthought it so much in the first place.
Some more recent art journal pages
Reading progress; Menjadi by Afutami🌠
Fun fact, i found the book and read it for the 1st time in 2024 (i considered it as a sample) at one of the independent local library in Bandung, called the Room 19. They really have such a great curated collections!
Jenny Holzer.
the cover and a selection of pages from the fabric book I just finished, This summer I spent a lot of time sleeping with my head in a pool of moonlight.
The pages are printed on canvas, muslin, and cotton bedsheets and are silkscreened, printed with photo intaglio processes, drawn on, and embroidered.
unpopular opinion: this is the mostttt romantic song of Maliq, more than the overrated Untitled!😛
fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this
Dump from Today's Flashy Thought
1st July, 2025
It’s been ages since I last poured my thoughts into this note. (If you’re curious—my MacBook was dead for months. I bought a brand new charger, only to find out the real culprit was the battery. Classic me but yay, it’s finally working perfectly now!)
ANYWAY, I just got home and somehow this flash of thought popped into my mind. To give you some context, I have this unusual habit of mumbling random stuff in English. I mean, it’s usually very random that you can’t really consider it a story. And I promise, you wouldn’t understand it because I jump from one topic to another. It’s like my mouth keeps yapping while my mind suddenly imagines I’m a native speaker. I do this a lot. On my motorcycle while waiting for a damn 5-minute-long traffic light at the Gajah Mada intersection. While I poop and can’t bring my charged phone. While scrolling through Pinterest after listening to Pancatera podcasts or watching an episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S with English subtitles. Basically, every time I daydream. Including 15 minutes ago, when I closed my bedroom door and saw my messy reflection in the mirror.
I heard myself babbling something that went like,
I think, now I know why lots of people say something like “the greatest moments happen when you least expect it.”
We’re only what we pretend we aren’t.