Yes, you read it right: when other people at that age start to have settled lives, I risk my life instead. What a very exaggerating statement, right? But that’s exactly what it looks when it happens in Indonesian society. People were questioning my decision. Even my parents didn’t understand what I was really doing at the time. I mean, I was soon to be a master’s degree. I have 4 years of experience in customer…
Since the 3rd Quarter of 2021, I have been officially ‘released’ to do UX research independently. Limited personnel met with abundant products, made this forced to be done. Each UXR holds products with different characteristics. Apart from the crafting interview guidelines stage, it is difficult to validate each other’s product research needs. In that condition, Triangulation becomes a ‘savior’ to help me do UX research projects by myself.
I’ve been in a far ‘right’ position, where my life and mindset revolved around religious matters that tend to be fanatical. When I graduated from college, I spent some time at the Islamic boarding school learning about the Quran and Hadith. When I got out of there, my hijab was wide enough to cover half of my body with a determination not to come into contact with the opposite sex again. Younger than that, I…
Yea. Of course. So do with everybody in the world, not only me. Then why I’m so exaggerating? Because I don’t know what to write to keep maintaining my writing habit. Also, it is really interesting for me how 2020 comes to my life and at some moments it’s really fucked up, yet ironically it makes my vision for the future get clearer and better. I am fully grateful for everything that happened in the…
It’s been 8 months since my last post and look how time changed me already. As a Jogja-base researcher, I am struggling with writing in English for my final reports (both in UX and academically), yet I found it more ‘homey’ to use this language to tell more about myself–and my opinion. I don’t know what happen to me but working for digital companies make me realize how uncomfortable (and maybe–how worrying) it is to…
Malam Minggu tanpa jadwal pacaran dan deadline kerjaan adalah waktu yang tepat untuk mikirin yang bukan-bukan. Sedang asik dengerin cover lagu malah keinget detik-detik hampir jadi guru. Cuma kepikiran aja: apa jadinya kalau aku tetap jadi guru sejarah ya?
Aku negatif COVID, tapi dadaku benar-benar sesak. Frustasi. Sayangnya aku terlalu kuat dan tak cukup alasan untuk menangis, apalagi bunuh diri. Semua sudah terjadi dan tidak ada yang bisa dilakukan selain bergerak menuju tempat yang baru. Aku sedikit melankolis sejak dini hari. Rasanya jariku bergerak sendiri menulis kata-kata ini. Hebat, hampir separagraf dan belum ada yang diedit sama sekali. Tahun 2020 sudah berakhir dan aku ingin meninggalkan semua kemarahanku yang tidak pada tempatnya. Jadi untuk…
Dua ribu dua puluh adalah tahun yang berat, tapi aku senang kamu mengakhirinya dengan bahagia. Kalau tahu bakal begini jadinya, harusnya saat dia mengantarmu pulang hari itu, aku ospek dia langsung di tempat. Iya. Di depan gerbang, di pinggir jalan, di samping kuburan. Dapat dimana nyali dia? Berani-beraninya mengambil bungsu kami yang berharga.
Mbak Janah ki uripe penak tenan ya mbak ya? Iri tenan aku” Kata Hesti suatu malam, dalam panggilan video group paling tidak jelas yang kuladeni semasa WFH ini.