//April 15, 2010//
It’s been late, or early in the morning. Oh, I don’t even give a damn. I’ve been working on my Horticulture Lighting paper and I started to wonder how this is all even begun. Back then, I was buying my first Indonesian edition of National Geographic. The main feature was about World Cup 2006, of course. The SMPB fighter was actually fighting their own night shift and struggling with numbers and words. Trying to pass their limit, believing to what so ever called, future. And there I was, reading the so called article about Nano Technology. Those small little things (years later, I found out it is a real too small to be seen or touch). That’s why people called it Nano. Yes, it is quite small, realizing the fact you got the unit number smaller than 10 -9. Then those small things on my brain just called the small senses I always had. Oh dear, curiosity. Why do you always came first after knowing something new?
They brought me here, a 4th year undergraduate student with an abstract final project trying to portray music into brainwaves. Made what’s subjective becomes objective. It is quite interesting, and fun (oh, I finally admit it). I don’t dream becoming engineer. I dream becoming the General Secretary of United Nation or UNESCO, a dim-sum restaurant owner or a filmmaker, having a job in PIXAR or writing a children stories. I don’t dream becoming an engineer. I’m just a pure curiouser trying to know what happen under the magic of the universe. Why does water freezes into ice, how to make winds an alternate energy, how to measure comfort into numbers, I did all of those and I’m just pure happy. Just knowing this is an exact fun and knowing it does help people. It is just a pleasure more or less. My lecturer once said, “Microwave can heat food, refrigerator can freeze things, television can broadcast news, and it is all Engineering Physics.”
PS: It is naïve when I say I don’t think about future jobs, or salary, or things. Because obviously, I don’t. I really don’t. You came at me and ask me, after graduate, where do I want to apply a job? I seriously fucking don’t know. Because obviously, I don’t really want any job or salary. Okay, maybe I want a job, a real project which can keep me busy and interested. About salary, I’m not really sure. Am I being a hypocrite or not, I just don’t really know. People need money, of course. But why does it always so important?
My mom said I have to care. And yes, I have to. It’s not even a choice from the start.