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A handful of people had reached out to me in the past, inquiring how can I juggle with my work with writing, especially since I can always seem to release new content on my blog every week. And although I think this is a very farfetched exaggeration, these people seemed to view me as the…
Hari itu hujan turun dengan deras. Seperti hari-hari lainnya ketika kota Jakarta diguyur hujan, orang-orang mulai sibuk memikirkan bagaimana cara mereka pulang. Bagi yang rumahnya jauh, mungkin mereka akan mengkhawatirkan jalanan yang ramai. Bagi yang rumahnya dekat dengan kantor sekalipun, hujan bukanlah sesuatu yang menyenangkan.
There’s just something about marriage that excites people. The other day, when Felicia—my friend of 8 years and counting—announced her marriage, I couldn’t be happier. I genuinely wanted to congratulate her from the bottom of my heart, because I was truly happy for her. But at the same time, there is this lingering, quaint loneliness…
The idea that a writer ought to write in a coffee shop of some kind has been quite prevalent in this modern society, don’t you think? Whenever we picture an author in our mind, for example, the very idea of them typing away in the nook of one dusty cafe might show up in our…
I have always been fascinated by the idea of being a valedictorian. You know; standing in front of people, delivering a speech that will hopefully change the world—or simply waste a few minutes of people’s lives. The very foundation of using your own words and voice to instill a drop of water in the bucket we…
Hello everyone! This excerpt is something I wrote back in 2015, but have been neglecting ever since. Part of the reason was that I didn’t know where to take the story; I didn’t think of the premise or concept when I started writing it. Unfortunately, the gullible practice turned out to be so interesting and…
Recently, it feels so hard convincing myself to write something new. You know, be it a novel, a short story, or even a short poetry. There’s always this inexplicable part of my heart that just wouldn’t listen, no matter how hard I try to tell myself to write. Something is clearly holding me back, and…
I think there is something twisted about early education in Indonesia: they told us that we must never sort and pick our friends. In reality (at least, in my reality, since reality itself is subjective by nature), we get to pick our friends even from the earliest stages of our lives.
Don’t you find it funny that people drift apart for no reason? The other day, I accidentally met one of my childhood friends in a shopping mall. The very first thought that came to my mind once our eyes met was, “Crap, now I have to make small talks.” And I don’t know if my friend realized…
In some occurrences between my slumber and waking, I often get strange visions. You know, the ones strange enough you couldn’t help but realize you were still half asleep. For instance, I once had a strange vision of meeting my younger self right there, inside my room. My younger self sat in the…
Alicia Lidwina 