September 15, 2012

Moving out

by Kevin Aditya

Good morning, folks. From now on I will be posting everything that can be posted from a new url: kevinaditya.com, which is essentially the same ol’ blog with a new layout and all the freedom that a self-hosted site could offer. I bought the domain as some sort of self-birthday present, because 21 seems like a good age to start having a site with, ahem, your own name. Why don’t I just redirect this blog to the new url, you say? Well, WordPress.com certainly have the option, but it comes with a certain fee. Come on WordPress, why do I have to pay for a little site redirect that I have to renew every year? Not that I hate WordPress, though, since the new site is using the same platform as this blog. I’m not an expert in web design or even HTML and CSS, but I am more than willing to learn, so hopefully as time goes the site will be getting prettier.

Monoplane is landing and kevinaditya is taking off, so don’t miss the flight!

 

Cheers,

Kevin

August 21, 2012

Mendacity

by Kevin Aditya

Tell me your truth. Truth can be positioned as the basic trait of the universe, and mankind manipulates social interaction to get around it. The fact that we are out for our personal gain is undeniable. Through bending truth around with or without removing ourselves from the responsibility of telling the truth, we dominate, we manipulate, we overrule. We lie. But how can’t life be based on truth and truth only? You got so used to avoiding truth that every untruth you made has left nothing but a tiny space in your mind for a tiny sigh of relief of not denying. Not to people around you, not to your colleague, friend, or mother. The first person you keep the truth from is always yourself. No, you are not consoling others so they would feel better without knowing truth. You avoid truth because it feels good on you, not them. You divert the topic from questions you ask yourself. Is this wrong? What do you want to be? When will this end? The answers to those queries do exist, if only you had not tried to avoid them so hard. You might be hated for it, you might have to work hard, you might feel worse, but those would be the price of truth. Not answering what you would want to be might be easier than throwing every job on the wall to see what sticks, but you are not being true to yourself. Every decision made with truth for yourself and others in mind is a step towards not making yourself a worse person than you already are. Face your future. Face other people. Face yourself.

Note to self

July 28, 2012

Ride

by Kevin Aditya

Between my ride from Jakarta to Bandung some days ago were the stories my friend Emil told me about his recent trips to Belitung and Dieng. He tops my list of the most laid-back person I’ve ever known, always staying true to himself, regardless what others think. We both were still having the internship required by the campus in our respective companies, but he managed to slip in some days off for short vacations. Listening to how he swam from one island to another or how he went up at 4 am to catch the sun rising between the mountains only to drive 9 hours back to the city afterwards, there was a slight hint of regret within me for not planning to go anywhere in the last two months. But that alone wouldn’t be enough to push me to go anywhere. After reminiscing about all the details, I asked how exhausted he was since he always had to come back to work the next day. He said yes, of course it’s exhaustive. But with every trip, he always come back replenished, refreshed. Happier. And no, it wasn’t the kind of being happy that only lasts a few days at best, he said. Every time he goes home, the joy stays within, increasing his tolerance to any problems just because he’s happy. The joy piles on with every sunrise, every beach, every gas station he stopped at. Happier each time, and from it comes a better person.  Staring at the long road ahead of us, I was struck by his line of thinking that has never crossed my mind. Now that I’ve experienced office life 8 hours a day, everyday seems to be pretty much mundane, slow, debilitating. But is he right? Will going places adds to my happiness? Will it stick? Will I become a better man, however lame it sounds? I wouldn’t know until my next trip, but I will remember his words dearly, that with every trip, the joy is eternal.

June 23, 2012

Scribe

by Kevin Aditya

To anyone who have read Beats Apart, continuously or episodically, thank you.

The project lasted around a month as intended, and I found myself having learned a lot just from my first piece of fiction. Usually I can never really get into writing long pieces of anything due to my overly short attention span, the common problem of the internet generation. But out of nowhere Alanda, an old friend who I’ve known for quite some time through her various writings and youth movement activities, asked me to write a fiction together, and without thinking twice I hopped on the writing ship and started writing consistently every two days, 400-600 words at a time. Now, anyone who ever had the intention to improve their writing would have remembered the golden rule: That good writing requires you to write routinely. The infinite flow of words does not come out of thin air, you have to constantly dig through your dictionary and thesaurus and every book you’ve ever read and digest them all into your distinctive style. Through writing Beats Apart, I practiced myself into a routine. You can have plenty of ideas revolving around your head throughout the day, but putting it down into concise paragraphs requires more than just meddling around on your keyboard. Add a deadline (we often post the day’s writing just an hour before the day actually ends) and you have the effective way to squeeze out your creative juice. Not the best, though a fine line is clearly drawn between the moments of clarity beyond minutes of full-on thinking and forced ideas that opened potential plot holes. The exercise of routine does not pursue perfection. Routine simply repeats, building the basis of a habit. Perfection comes easier from habit.

To simply build a writing routine would not have kept me going, though. These past months the habit of writing had slowly been fading from my daily activities. But, in writing B/A, (hint: it’s only half fiction) I rediscovered the very reason to write. As of any writers, the real satisfaction comes from the readers who come unsuspecting and end up loving what we wrote. The rebloggers. The quoters. The end-day page reloaders. Those who loved what they read are the ones that opened my eyes, that there are people who appreciate. People who might also like whatever else I still keep in my trove of ideas inside my head. And if they don’t, then a writing exercise it is. Nothing to lose.

In the end, what matters most is the self-realization that I simply love to write. To Alanda and all the readers, I owe you one. Writing is once again my passion.

May 12, 2012

B/A

by Kevin Aditya

Starting May 8, 2012, I and my friend Alanda Kariza will be writing a romance fiction back and forth, one story from each of us every day, for exactly one month. We envision it to be a love story full of pain and despair. Mmmm, I could sense you craving for heartbreaks, and thus I should fulfill it from the very beginning. So, if for the month being I am writing less than usual (which brings it from one post a month to zero — wait, this post count as one!) you should head to Beats Apart and read it all from Day 1. Use hashtag #BeatsApart and tell us what you think!

April 30, 2012

Indolence

by Kevin Aditya

To move from a static position requires bigger effort than to simply accelerate when the object is already in motion. Bigger effort does not mean the subject have to exert huge power to kick start the motion, though. Small but steady pushes are never worthless as long as the object actually makes a budge, however small. Through the minute movements the object gains momentum and is able to roll forward with increasing pace, making any further attempts to push noticeably easier.

But sometimes you just want to sit and think. A cube is much more of a challenge to roll than a sphere, therefore you think of ways to roll it efficiently. Whether to cut the edges or use a crowbar. Whatever works, as long as you actually make a move. Thinking alone does not solve anything. Standing up and pushing does. There must be a reason Sloth is included in the 7 Deadly Sins.

But again sometimes, you don’t even think. You just stay, blossoming with joy, growing and unmoved. If you are content, then staying is always enough.

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