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I woke up early today, 3 am, and of course being a modern, internet savvy citizen, I opened my social media account to check.. things. And I found out that international DJ were tweeting about "Om Telolet Om", the Indonesian meme which actually was a hype a couple months ago. Since it was tweeted by Zedd, DJSnake, and some other DJs and other internationally recognized famous people, "Om Telolet Om" became famous again, and people are spamming, tweeting about it. And somehow, it made me happy. This so called stupid trend (for some people) actually made me laugh.

Haha

But on the other hand, I just noticed from 9gag that Mark Zuckerberg got Morgan Freeman as the Jarvis. Yup, apparently Mark has been building Jarvis for the past year AND HERE I AM CONTINUOUSLY RETWEETING SOMEONE FAMOUS ABOUT OM TELOLET OM. I also saw on Facebook that Mark had videos about his home and Jarvis, and a note explaining what he's been working.

Ah, how did that make you feel..

Isn't it amazing, we're living in the future? I also want Jarvis so bad I searched for Jarvis application on Play Store (the free ones, and of course it didn't work the way Jarvis did). I salute them who took CS major and spoke those languages. Can I get one for my partner? You know, just because..

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