Data

I deleted my data. Wittingly. It was including several thousands of mp3, a number of movies and at least four folders of my overseas visits photos and videos. It began when I decided to format an SD card that contained a video from 2016. As I entered it, I didn't realize that the drive wasn't detected by my laptop. I thought the drive F was the card that I want to format. Without hesitation, I pushed the button and got shocked to have known that I formatted the wrong drive. My heart instantly beat faster.

In 2016 I did the same mistake. It was the time when I am paving my dream to pursue a master degree--which haven't been accomplished yet up until today. I recorded the video of myself studying IELTS. I also portrayed of how I join the test. The moment of regret came right after I received the result. I didn't pass the minimum score of IELTS to apply for a scholarship. Not to mention the criteria to get the Letter of Acceptance (LoA) from the university.

Up until now, sometimes I think about it. The moments of failure (that I deleted) actually could get me up through the fight, I guess. Unfortunately, no matter how hard I tried to recover, they have gone. One thing for sure, I ought to get over it.

It was awkward to know that data could be that quite important for me--maybe for you as well. I remember to the analysis as told by Yuval Noah Harari. In his second book entitled Homo Deus, this Israeli historian wrote that we are now applying what he called as the religion of data.

Yuval defined religion simply as an ideology. The religion of data could be determined by how its follower(s) apply the freedom of data. It has to be flow uninterruptedly. Who was the adherents of data religion? They could be us. Whomever apply the principle of data freedom, they are the follower of such belief. No matter they accept the label or not. []

Vicinity of Obscenity

Sometimes, we inherit characteristics of our parents unconsciously. Unfortunately, there are a number of attitude that we want to abolish. On my case, it was the taboo of talking the vicinity of obscenity.

 

One day, when I was learning to play guitar, I played a song from Jamrud. I didn’t remember which song it was, but one thing for sure that Jamrud was well known for their sense of funny-obscene lyrics. I sang the song in front of my dad. Eventually, he forbade me to sing that song. No explanation.

 

On another occasion, my wife told me that our daughter sang to Jingle Bell song—which wasn’t our kind of religious song. At that time, perhaps she meant jokingly that we should prohibited our daughter to sing it. Sadly, I took it seriously so much so that I responded to her with saying: “don’t disallow her, don’t give her (too specific) religious value in that age”.

 

Now let’s jump to another day. My daughter once showed me a video that she was watching. Enthusiastically, she told me that there was a video showing Ipin and Upin (her favorite cartoon show) with an adult body—with a proper appearance. Hence, the audio was disturbing. It was a dangdut music with the lyrics about second wife. Even though she wouldn’t understands the meaning, we as adult will known what it tells about. So yeah, I turned it off, remove it from the timeline so that my daughter won’t find it anymore. Consequently, she cried.

 

Later after found out that she was upset because of me, I realize that I have done something wrong. I must not act as such—if I really want to change my father’s way to tell that something has not to be performed. If you face a quite the same situation, I suggest you to let them express their happy feelings. After the device abandoned, take it over. Set the video so that it won’t appear anymore when she open the apps back. Hope it helps you. []

 

 

Hospital

Yesterday was the first time I came to one hospital in Serpong, for I am living here since August last year. Formerly, I always go to hospital for averagely six months. The mission is: removing ear wax.

 

Ear wax was a natural substance that produced by our ears to prevent dangerous materials getting in to the ear lobe. At some range of time, it needs to be cleaned—or have been cleaned by its natural mechanism. In my case, one should be taken out manually.

 

Before I decided to went to the hospital (about a month ago), I tried to get my ears clear by myself. I bought an ear oil, and it worked. Nevertheless, it wasn’t enough to get all the wax out of my ears. Subsequently, in this pandemic situation, I decided to go.

 

When I was arrived at this hospital, the situation was quite deserted. I mean, there were lack of people inside the lobby. I didn’t need to wait for such a long time to register. So did when I wait for a doctor’s calling.

 

Before entering the doctor’s room, I’ve got several screening. Of course, covid-19 symptom’s confirmation has been asked—including some steps of hand-washing, temperature measuring, and confirmation-form filling. One screening that I’ve been through was the blood pressure test. The result: my blood pressure was categorized as low.

 

As I entered doctor’s room, I sense that she was a communicative kind of person. She hardly stop speaking, but I guess that was still tolerable. I was asked whether I always wear a headset or not. The answer was of course: yes. About six hours a day, I told her. Then, the doctor said that the maximum duration of using headset was actually only one hour, for about 60 decibel of sound volume. While the maximum amount of sound volume in iphone was 102 decibel.

 

Long story short, my ears were fully functioning. In a while, I asked doctor about how to increase my blood pressure. Because even though I work out routinely lately, the number was quite dissapointing. At the end of our consultation, she answered that sometimes, we have to ignore the number. As long as our body felt fine, the number wouldn’t matter. Just keep thankful of what God gives us. She concluded. []