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Ryan Gosling creeps up on Emma Stone!

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city of stars!! ⭐️ watercolour & pen

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Kekinian: Identitas Generasi Milenial?

Foto di atas adalah empat kawanan yang kebetulan sedang bermain seluncur es di sebuah pusat perbelanjaan. Kami berusaha membentuk sebuah bintang dengan kaki berbalut sepatu khusus seluncur es dan mengambil gambarnya dari atas.

Saya dan teman-teman saya yang lahir pada tahun 1996 sering disebut termasuk generasi milenial, yaitu generasi yang lahir pada periode sekitar tahun 1980-an hingga tahun 2000. Generasi kami sering pula disebut generasi Y yang dikenal dengan pengguna teknologi modern berkat dukungan dari perkembangan teknologi yang sangat pesat, juga terkenal malas dan narsis. Banyak pula tren baru yang berkembang pada generasi milenial, seperti berswafoto yang memunculkan tongkat narsis atau tongsis, mengunggah beragam foto dan memperbarui (update) segala macam media sosial, hingga peralihan dari kertas ke layar untuk mengurangi penggunaan kertas.

Hal-hal tersebut kemudian menjadi identitas generasi Y yang membuat saya mempertanyakan keterkaitan berbagai tren tersebut dengan praktik yang dilakukan teman-teman di sekitar saya. Apakah benar salah satu identitas kami yang tercermin dari kebiasaan itu memang kami buat atau buatan orang lain yang kemudian menempelkannya pada kami? Saya sendiri dan teman-teman saya cukup sering melakukan tren yang ada di permukaan tanpa mengetahui asal usul dan alasan yang tepat kenapa melakukan tren itu sendiri. Uniknya, ide foto di atas pun diambil saat salah satu teman saya berinisiatif untuk membentuk bintang yang kemudian diunggah agar menjadi ‘kekinian’. Apa benar generasi milenial yang membentuk tren yang kemudian disebut kekinian, atau orang di luar generasi kami dan media yang sebenarnya membentuk kami sedemikian rupa sehingga mayoritas dari kami ingin menjadi kekinian? Sebenarnya siapa yang bisa menentukan hal apa yang bisa menjadi representasi generasi milenial sehingga dijadikan salah satu identitas generasi kami?

Menurut saya jika identitas tersebut dibuat oleh kami sendiri, tentu saja awalnya hanya ada kelompok kecil yang memulainya dan kemudian menyebarluaskan hal tersebut hingga menjadi tren dan dilakukan banyak orang. Tetapi apa yang membuat sekumpulan orang tersebut menjadi representatif bagi generasi milenial yang lain? Di sisi lain, jika identitas yang ada merupakan label dari generasi lain, hal-hal yang kami lakukan bisa jadi sebenarnya bukan original dari generasi kami sendiri. Besar kemungkinannya jika sebenarnya tren tersebut lebih dulu ada sebelum dijadikan kebiasaan oleh para generasi milenial, yang kemudian akhirnya dijadikan kebiasaan oleh generasi ini. Jika tren tersebut adalah hal yang positif maka akan baik-baik saja dan tidak bermasalah, tetapi jika tren tersebut cenderung negatif maka hal ini yang bisa menimbulkan masalah. Misalnya saja tren mendaki gunung bersama kelompok kecil yang kemudian juga dimanfaatkan untuk berswafoto, terkadang sembari membawa tulisan untuk seseorang dari ketinggian tertentu. Awalnya hal ini berdampak positif karena dengan mendaki gunung berarti berolahraga, tidak hanya duduk bermain game dan menatap layar seharian (yang juga merupakan kebiasaan buruk generasi milenial yang dikenal banyak orang), lalu swafoto yang diunggah ke media sosial juga menjadi sarana promosi gratis tentang wisata alam tersebut yang mendatangkan banyak keuntungan. Namun ternyata tren ini juga membawa dampak buruk seperti banyaknya generasi milenial yang nyawanya terenggut saat berswafoto karena kurang memperhatikan keadaan sekitar, banyak pula yang kurang mengerti pentingnya menjaga kebersihan dan kelestarian alam sekitar saat mendaki gunung sehingga mereka meninggalkan banyak sampah dan menganggu keseimbangan alam. Jika sudah terkena label negatif seperti ini, sebagian orang akan berusaha memperbaiki tetapi ada pula sebagian orang yang lain yang malah tetap melakukannya karena berpikir, “Toh orang lain sudah melabeli negatif”, jadi tidak ada pilihan lain selain melanjutkan saja apa yang sudah terlanjur. Hal inilah yang sebisa mungkin sebaiknya dihindari. Identitas suatu generasi pun menurut saya tidak bisa disamaratakan, walaupun tidak bisa dipungkiri bahwa tetap ada garis besar yang sama. (578 kata)

 Daftar Referensi

Hall, Stuart. 1997. “The Work of Representation” dalam Stuart Hall (ed.) Representation: Cultural            Representations and Signifying Practices. London: The Open University Press.

Keningar, Indy. Millennial: Generasi Narsis, Gila Gadget dan Manja? 4 September 2015. 4 November 2016 <http://global.liputan6.com/read/2309368/millennial-generasi-narsis-gila-gadget-dan-manja>.

Stein, Joel. Millennials: The Me Me Me Generation. 20 Mei 2013. 4 November 2016 <http://time.com/247/millennials-the-me-me-me-generation/>.

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The block creates friendships just through the power of time. That is how the taciturn child and the four noisy kids became friends. And that’s how we became five.

[tierdropp]

[just-six]

Drowning in my head, emotionally dead.

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[just-six]

Breathing became difficult after she left.

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[just-six]

Drowning in my head, emotionally dead.

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[lsleofskye]

Seal Beach, California

[velvetandcelluloid]

depression: i want to die

anxiety: but what if you die

me:

[mirtlemakes]

a full belly and a little home

https://www.etsy.com/shop/mirtlemakes

[lightgrueinbow]

Living Nuts

Being ignored for almost four days is so fun, anyone knows it well! All I do is sitting in a big white porcelain bowl on the countertops while hearing the crowds around. Yeah, I am only hearing them, the buzzing sound of the crews talk, the clink between spatula and pan, also the eerie sound of gas when they turn up the stove. I am having fun as I know that I am the best sauce here. I come from the best ingredients of sauce could ever ask. My mother was prom-queen peanuts, the most beautiful and tasty peanuts of all. Ah, I miss looking at her. I’m sure she’s now in a factory of selected peanuts—where all great peanuts gather—­ being so tanned and packed in a bag with a gallant bird on the cover which is such a great pride of peanuts to be there. Meanwhile, my father was prodigious chilies in solid shiny red. I guess he was sent to an amazing place in a bamboo plaited basket. Mother peanuts once told me that grandma is pulchritudinous brown sugar, even though I have barely ever met her but I’m sure she is. “Tenderloin, medium well-done, 3 more, please! Plus an oxtail soup!” “Yes! Soon, chef!” “Beverages, 4 green tea shakes, 2 chocolate milk, 3 lemon teas, and a root beer, please!” “On the way, chef!” “Adam, would you put this big bowl on the front counter? It’s getting too packed here; I need space to make some lava cakes.” “Isn’t it better to put it in the fridge, chef?” “No, just leave it on the front counter. In case there’s gado-gado order, so we won’t need to re-heat it anymore. It’s been a week in the fridge though, our gado-gado used to be one of the best in town. I need to consider rearranging the menu I guess.” “Okay, chef! People are mostly up for anything green tea-ish recently, if I may suggest.” Here I am on the front counter, having new sights yet usual crowds of people at lunch time. I wonder the reason he said a week, it’s been only four days since I could listen to them. Now you know how my fun works, in this kitchen I always think of the lady green tea and monsieur chocolate’s feelings. How does it feel to be often used, ordered and... eaten? Meaning that being often stirred and taken by wooden and plastic spatulas. Is it good? Don’t they feel dizzy? I sure am the happiest ingredient is obviously me! I guess being on the front counter is not too bad, I can feel breeze air around here. Ah, this feels nice and relaxi— woah, woah, WOAH! What is happening to me? Woah this is too breezing! Am I getting lesser? Is this the feeling of getting scooped? Ouch! Why these humans cannot slow down, ugh! “Hey, buddy! What’s up?” “What do you mean ‘what’s up’?! I nearly died secs ago. Where are we?” “Haha, take it easy. We’re in gado-gado plate, someone ordered us I heard. I’m Happotato. On your left, right on top of those piling veggies is Madame Egg, and that one on your right is Herminach. Have a great day here, Akrie! Uhm I mean minutes, hahaha!” That potato gave me a very gleeful wave before he left, and now I am alone. Maybe I can go to Herminach, but erm... he looks so preoccupied, very devoted spinach. Oh, he must be a hermit, which explains his name well. “Which one should I order? This one or that one? Yum, everything is so mouthwatering.” “This one, you really should give a shot to the gado-gado here. My parents like to order it here.” “Well yea, but I don’t think it will be worth it. It is pretty pricey here, and we’re in a mall. Why bother eating street food in a mall? We can get a cheaper price on the sidewalks with same sauce taste I guess. I think I’d rather order these cute desserts, so that I can have selfie with it and share it on the internet and then I’ll get many likes and comments!” “Are you ready to order, miss?” “Yes, one peanut butter cream pie with ice cream and one grilled peanut butter honey banana waffle sandwich, please.” For God’s sake, that girl on the table across must be kidding me! She just compared me to gado-gado sauce on the sidewalks? My ancestors must have punched her if they heard it. Besides, I am 54.93% made of peanuts and I’m sure my hearing wasn’t mistaken that she ordered peanut-based desserts, but she didn’t want to have me? Dear God, am I really that worthless and unappetizing? What can I, a clump of peanut sauce, do to attract them enough? I cannot have nose job neither be so white like that flock of human on TV I saw yesterday. I really cannot hold these tears any— “Hello, young man! Why are you crying?” “Oh, hello Madame Egg. I’m not crying, ha-ha. I think I just got something in my nose.” “Don’t lie to me. I know, it’s hard to be rarely ordered—oh or maybe not, I am an egg and people love eggs. I’m always ordered and have made so many profits to this restaurant, hahaha. Just don’t cry, okay? You’re ruining my perfect pose on this plate.” “Well, see you ‘round Madame Egg.” Wow, okay, so I just thought that I was unattractive and Madame Egg was just indirectly admitted it. What is happening to me? My world is upside down now. I mean, literally. Gash what’s going on?! I feel dizzy again. Suddenly, it is sooo breezy here. The talks are getting louder and it is less warm here. Why everything is going to my side?? “Happotato, what’s going on??” “Hahaha...hold on, young man. Our plate is being taken to the customers’ table. See you in the belly! Hahaha....” Alright, so it was the waiter taking the plate off of the counter to the customers’ table. I see many new friends here. Ah, that beautiful green foamy in tall glass must be the famous lady green tea shake. She smells so good, no wonder she becomes the idol here. Also, that greasy and shiny long tanned beauty must be...umm— “What’s the dish? It’s brownish, many veggies...” “Hi, we are gado-gado, an indigenous dish of Indonesia. I’m the sauce.” “Oh yea, yea. Me is spring roll, from Vietnam. Me is new here. You know that fries and something coated with white sauce there?” “So you’re the new Vietnamese spring roll. And yea they are fish and chips, originally from the UK. It is one of the favorites here I heard.” “Thank y— Ouch, that light is hurting my eyes.” I see the customer’s clean and well-taken-care-of fingers with silver shiny rings on two of the fingers. She is holding a phone on one hand and tapping the screen with the other one. I turn my head to my left side, I see another girl: long black hair with a pink earring on her ear. She’s closer than the ringed girl and smells like flowers. “Instagram, done! Path, done! Snapchat, done! I think there’s one more missing.” “Come on, let’s just eat these! Mayb—“ “Ah, wait a sec! I haven’t taken these for my phhhoto. Hold on, Steph, hold on.” “Don’t you wanna take pictures of this gado-gado, too?” “Nah, why should I? Look at the shape! It doesn't look appetizing either photogenic! Moreover the sauce, it’s too brown! It looks like...ermm...well, you know...” Sigh, another one listed on my yes-I-am-unattractive list. Maybe mother peanuts lied to me; I have never been that good and shouldn’t be too proud of myself. Maybe I’m just an ordinary peanut sauce, like the previous girl said, as ordinary as the ones on the sidewalks. I barely have friends too, here. I think I better stop dreaming and just do my main job: being a good sauce for gado-gado. No one would listen to me either. “Shhss, you cannot say it that way! We’re on the dining table. Anyway, my aunt said the gado-gado here is really tasty, and the sauce looks rather sexy I guess. Can’t wait to eat it!” I hate myself right now; it is proved that there are more people disliking me than people loving me. I don’t get why do people dislike me, why I’m the one who should take the blame? I have tried my very best to be the best, and being this brown, too pricey, or looking unappetizing aren’t my choice. Humans are the ones who do it. Also, when my ancestors tasted well, humans have never given us the credit; they give the credit to the kitchen’s crews, to the cooks. But I really want to thank this Steph girl for flattering me, yet not enough to bring my spirit back. I wish I could be as amazing as my ancestors, but apparently I cannot. I’ll just be a good sauce with fewer dreams from now on. I have to let go these feelings and focus when I got into this girl’s mouth— it is pretty warm here. There you go the tongue, and tooth— ouch, teeth! Oh, hey calm dow— “Yum! Oh my GOD, Brianne! You definitely HAVE TO taste this gado-gado sauce! Wow, I see the stars! This is maybe what they called mouthgasm.” “STEPH! This is the best of the best of the best. Gado-gado. I’ve ever had. In my. Entire. Freaking life! This made of heaven!” . References: - http://freestoriesforkids.com/children/stories-and-tales/burger-who-didn't-want-be-junk-food - https://www.buzzfeed.com/christinebyrne/truly-magnificent-peanut-butter-desserts?utm_term=.skZlPMGBL#.conOYow9B

[cubebreaker]

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[michiamocristina]

[psych-facts]

An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?” I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze. “Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked. She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…” “No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. “I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine” as she shared her wisdom and experience with me. Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up. At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.” As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.” She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.” She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it! These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE. REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.