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There is this website http://paintschainer.preferred.tech/ that can colorize your sketch or drawing automatically! It’s developed by Japanese, so… yea. Apparently it detects anime face better than realism/semi-realism one ಠ_ಠ.

QUE Project and all of the characters are belong to vnyx
Follow me on @facebook art page too! I’ve posted comics under photo gallery so you can browse through them easily.


This is exactly what I thought when I saw his photo album shared by a lot of people in my fb timeline. I didn’t see status about being published in TIME Magazine or his boastful comments, but I have already felt there was something wrong in it. I was like, ‘OK’, in first pic when he portrait himself standing alone in the middle of mess, but then when I scrolled, I felt even more disgusted. Carrying bag? Taking picture of person “shopping like normal person in the middle of abandoned market”? What’s the point of taking a magazine rack when there was a “men’s magazine” in front of it? It didn’t feel like I was seeing a honest person wanted people in the world to know the state of Fukushima right now or the danger of nuclear fallout. It felt totally different than when I saw Chernobyl’s.

For urban exploration and photography, I recommend https://abandonedkansai.com/ to you, dear readers. He has really nice photo and nice story in his blog.

Desu Awaits Us All

Hello, Mr. Loong.

You don’t know me, but–

Actually, perhaps you do know me. I’m the random nobody who, on Thursday, July 14, spoke out against your irredeemably reckless and irresponsible actions in Fukushima. Upon receiving such criticism, your knee-jerk reaction was to silence me by banning me from your photo album and deleting my post, which was wildly “liked” within mere minutes because it contained a truth that you could not bear to come to terms with. I wish I still had a copy of it lying around, but unfortunately, there’s not a trace of it left, thanks to your attempt at censorship.

I want to direct your attention to a post you recently made on your Facebook:


Can you tell me what’s wrong with this?

No? I’ll tell you. You claim in your description of the photo album that you want to “spread the awareness of the danger in [sic]…

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Jakarta, surprisingly clean city

Jakarta is a lovable city and I really mean it. The streets look fabulously… huge (and clean too)! As a person coming from not-so-small city but not a metropolis, I quickly awed by how awesome my country’s capital is. In the heart of capital, everything looks neat and tidy, the river (brown but meh) is surprisingly clean surpassing my earlier expectation. I can walk at 8PM normally (may be because I live near office complexes and all) and people are still hanging out even after night falls. If I have complained for weeks about loud minaret, now I have overcome the problem. My body has adapted well and I slept like a dead log until alarm wakes me up. Now listening to minarets and our brethren’s (loud) weekly lectures feel really common.

Time flies fast, and that’s not an exaggeration. I’d never thought I had stayed in Jakarta for more than three months, even though I’m still whining about getting back home since my first days here. Many things happened – I had learned the hard way – pleasant and unpleasant, but that’s life. Now I have a  bigger problem that I have to face: my own future.

Quarter life crisis hits me like a brick since the beginning of this year. I feel doubtful of my own life, what I really want and what I really need. Need comes first, they said, and I know I need money to life. My parents know this – that’s why they don’t agree with me resigning so fast. They always tell me about: money money money. I have to be here because I paid more than having to work elsewhere. Where else do you get this amount of money per month?

I have given in. Money comes first, I thought, and that’s the only reason why I’m still here. Why not, I thought, it‘s good. Even if the job given to me isn’t what I  like, as long as I get rich amount of money and good friends as well as good environment, I can give it another try. I’ll stay, I thought, because I’m preserved.

But then I lift my head and see the road in front of me that I refuse to acknowledge. What good will you be by staying here? The question makes everything seem shallow. It is not good at all. I don’t know whom I working for and why am I here. Am I worthy to receive the payment while other people with bigger contribution given much less? What role do I have here? I’m no longer UX Analyst like what I want myself to be. I don’t even know if I can grow here.

There was a saying, growing is your choice. Meaning that you can grow wherever you are if you want to embrace learning. Then I look into myself and try to answer the question lingering in me for a week: is it a sin? I know if I want, I can grow to be a better “Operation Data Entry Janitor” and whatnot (since I don’t really have a title in this company). But ’tis not what I want myself to be.

There’s a whisper that telling me that I’d better working as a research assistant paid 10usd per month with all government drama but I can gobble all knowledge about material science than staying here with pile of money without someone I can share my passion to. I’d better come back to game developer as illustration where I can draw 24/7 and write a story and tell everyone my idea than staying in a field I don’t even like a bit.

I soon have to make a choice, once again. When the time comes, I have to make sure I don’t regret.

Sight from 7th Floor Building in the Western Jakarta

Sight from 7th Floor Building in the Western Jakarta

Day #20

As always, taken by my beloved N8 Camera Phone. I think it’s much better than – say – Samsung’s 12+megapixel camera, although this one looks really plain. I should have edited the contrast.

For those who are familiar with this city, they can immediately tell where I work. I love the sight itself, and initial desk I was working: far from people, isolated, directly in contact with window so I could take a glance to see what had happened below in toll road and how many times car horns could be heard. Sadly I don’t have that kind of view again yesterday. They decided to move the seat to the center of the room and I no longer had beautiful view without awkwardly tilting my head or just going out four meters to the window. Even though I still can see the road outside, it’s not as good as before.

If one of you ask me, how is working in Jakarta? I’ll say, terrible. Not only what I have predicted since last year all come true, I have no joy getting up from bed to work. First day working I got up excitedly at five thirty dressed in formal shirt, but then now I wake up at seven thirty in just sandals and one-week unwashed blue jacket. May be in the end of this month I will just slide quietly from bed at ten in untidy shirts and shorts.

I don’t know what I expect anymore. I was once scolded to tears that what I’d volunteered night before had been called off as ‘disrupting the work flow‘ – although I really wanted to give a lolwut expression when not long after the senior designer asked the other about exactly the things I’ve worked before. And I am here just…

Yea, perhaps I should stop being so creative, stop being so curious. Why should I spend energy on something that is not ordered? All I need to do now is just follow the orders and shut my mouth unless is asked.

At this time, I can only repeat what I’ve written in the Day#1. Don’t reject society, it wastes your time and energy. Then when it comes to it, all we have to do is calm down and accept all the negativity, then think about what we can do to swim against the stream. This is Jakarta. And I’m alone by myself. Surely I can do something about this.

Dear for those who are concerned and don’t turn blind eye to our nation’s education problem… Don’t worry, I will be a fool who will take this path. I need a good sarcastic laugh… because it is fact 😀


Saya akhirnya berhasil menarik kesimpulan.

“Pemerintah memang tak mau pendidikan tinggi maju”.

Sederhananya, segala cara dibuat oleh Pemerintah agar pendidikan tinggi Indonesia tertinggal dan tidak bisa berkompetisi dengan negara lain.

Saya mencoba berpikir dengan cara berpikir pembuat kebijakan pendidikan tinggi. Ini hasilnya:


Pemerintah harus terus membikin dosen tidak memiliki motivasi kerja dan sibuk mencari kerja sampingan. Ya, jangan sampai dosen hidup layak. Makanya jangan dikasih tunjangan kinerja, karena toh tidak akan protes. Kalaupun ada yang protes, pasti dibilang tidak bersyukur sama teman-temannya sendiri. Biar saja pendidikan tinggi tapi pendapatannya rendah. Dibuatkan saja ilusi seakan-akan dosen adalah pekerjaan yang wah, mesti sekolah sampai doktor. Kan lucu juga kalau pendapatan Rektor lebih rendah dari Ka Biro, atau Dekan lebih rendah dari Kasubag, atau dosen lulusan Doktor dari Harvard yang belum serdos lebih rendah dari staf non dosen. Aturan mesti dibikin lebih lucu lagi, jangan sampai dosen-dosen sejahtera. Tenang aja, doktrinnya biasa bersyukur kok…

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