There’s something restorative about stillness when your body demands it. Two days of sick leave, lungs struggling against both flu and asthma, had taught me the unexpected grace of moving slowly through familiar spaces.
The car engine quiets, and slowly, the noise from the outside world fades into the background. I close my eyes briefly, taking a deep breath, feeling the gentle weight of silence wrap around me.
Most days feel normal. I wake up, brush my teeth, stretch in silence. The air’s usually still, and so am I—not rushing toward the day, not avoiding it either.
Some songs hit different when life throws you into chaos. Green Day’s “21 Guns” is one of those. Lately, one part of the lyrics has been stuck in my head
Eight months of the same cycle: laptop, cats, and overwhelming loneliness in my bedroom. This month, I finally decided—enough. Enough of locking myself in this situation, enough of letting my mind spiral into dark thoughts.
Let’s be real—when you’re feeling lonely, and your mind is running wild, sometimes all you need is someone to talk to.
These past few weeks, I’ve reached the lowest point of my life. Drowning feels like an understatement. Words don’t help anymore—not from friends, not even from professionals. I’ve failed before, but never fallen this deep.
There’s something about that year that refuses to let go of me. The perfect clouds drifting over campus, the unbeatable energy of student life, the way Bandung’s cool air felt on my skin.
Sunday. There should be sun in Sunday—it’s right there in the name. But today arrived with rain instead, the kind that settles in your chest when words hang in the air without clear meaning.
Well, buckle up. The past few months? A complete rollercoaster. Let’s just say, life didn’t just throw me a curveball—it launched a whole freakin’ storm.
Make me a JS function that validates an API response using Zod and fixes missing fields with default values.
11pm, the world stood still, taking a break from life’s loud thrill. Reflecting on the days gone by, pondering why the spirit’s run dry.
Explaining how binary addition works with JavaScript. Before we jump into the code, let’s make sure we understand how binary addition works.
A flicker crossed the sky when our orbits intertwined, The celestial one charted distant paths, leaving this vessel behind.
There’s something cruel about loving something so much that you decide to make it your life, only to watch that love slowly suffocate under the weight of necessity.
Some people may confused about my statement of "database-less blog". I mean, how can you do it without any DBs?