I know what my fellow bloggers/Facebook friends do, where they live, where they went on a holiday, what their last post/status was about but I don’t know the same about my neighbors. Funny, isn’t it?
Being a 90s kid, I understand that this was not the scenario a decade ago. Those days, neighbors were the closest group of people after one’s family. They were always a part of a family’s joy as well as sufferings. Those were the days of petty arguments followed by apologies and promises of everlasting friendship. Those were the days when kids were more interested in whats cooking in the house of the aunt who lives next door. In fact, probably most of our free time was spent in our neighbor’s house than our own, or in playing ‘catching cook’ with the society kids. Continue reading
Recently, during the painful hours of waiting in traffic, I witnessed a simple act of kindness that had such a profound impact on me. It brought me to tears. It was a bright morning. I was observing a municipality cleaner, who was doing his morning chores. Tears of sweat glistened on his face, nevertheless he continued working.
I had finished sympathizing with him and got distracted by the green light of the signal just when the guy in the car in front of me pulled his window down, called the cleaner and gave him some cash, probably as a token of appreciation. The middle-aged man nodded his head and pocketed the cash happily and thanked the guy in the car. I was so moved to see the gesture. Continue reading
Do I work hard enough? What is my future going to look like? How much of it is in my own hands? Am I making the right choices? My mind is cluttered with doubts, thoughts and more thoughts. We all get them, don’t we? I can work towards my goals all I want, sometimes my insecurities still get the best of me.
I decide to take a walk in the mangrove. I’m lucky to have those trees living in a suburban area of a bigger city – even if it’s just a small patch in a sea of concrete. Continue reading
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The other day I was sitting by myself in a local coffee shop near my office. I was drinking a latte and working on my laptop, something I really enjoy doing. For some reason I’m much more productive when I don’t work from office or home.
A group of three girls sat left from me. Talking and laughing about general high school stuff, I assumed. Until after a few minutes I realized they were laughing about me, and the fact that I was sitting here all by myself. According to them, I must have no friends and therefore be a horrible person.
In the past, this would have made me feel terrible about myself. I might have even stopped going to coffee shops by myself because I’d feel so self-conscious about my surroundings, but that’s not me. Not anymore at least.
Because what people say doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what some high school girl thinks of me. It doesn’t matter if people think it’s weird that I like to do things by myself.
What matters is that I got a lot of work done today. What matter is that I get to enjoy a delicious latte. What matters is that I feel good today. That I’m free to enjoy the sun when so many people can’t. What matters is that I feel comfortable in my own skin and my surroundings, without being affected by what others think.
Apabila ada yang bertanya-tanya kenapa postingan blog saya kadang bahasa Inggris, kadang bahasa Indonesia, kadang bahasa Prancis, ya ini salah satu alasannya. Target pembaca saya bukan cuma orang Indonesia, niatnya syh begitu agar potensi traffic blog saya juga besar juga. Pengennya syh nulis full pake bahasa Inggris, tapi kadang masih susah banget dan butuh usaha yang lebih. Selain itu saya sadar bahwa bahasa bukan satu-satunya faktor utama, tapi lebih ke konten blog kita dengan sasaran target yang tepat.
Mudahnya akses internet saat ini memungkinkan semua orang untuk mendapatkan penghasilan lewat jalur online, salah satunya adalah blog. So..Today’s blog dives into making money as a small/medium-sized blogger. I list 4 ways you can make money with your own blog!
Tapi sebelum kita membahas 4 cara tadi, perlu saya ingatkan di sini bahwa menghasilkan uang lewat blogging bukanlah cara instan jadi kaya raya. Okelah kalo di luar sana ada yang penghasilannya 8 milyar per bulan seperti Arianna Huffington si empunya The Huffington Post dan masih banyak lagi. Teman saya pun ada yang penghasilannya dari ngeblog justru lebih besar dari penghasilannya sebagai PNS. Continue reading
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I haven’t had a lot to say lately about skating. As a matter of fact, my last blog post about skating was in April 2016. I’ve noticed lots of new-ish people in my skating world, lately. And there are things I keep wanting to tell them. Like, sit down creepily close and say in a conspiratorial voice tell them.
In some of them, I see bits of old me. The timid, awkward, and skinny me that wasn’t very good at skating and knew it. The me that wanted nothing more but to be good, yet always felt a little stupid.
Old me is really craving this conversation. So, for the bits of her in everyone, here’s what I’d say: Continue reading
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I often get the question if I have children, I think to myself, “Do I look old enough to have children?? I admit, I held on to my childhood as long as I could. It’s been a struggle allowing myself to growing up and now I have entered in the phase called aging. I still see myself as a young lady, although you have to be over 50 to refer to me as such. *Crying emoji.
I am now understanding why make-up was invited, I am noticing my face change and often wonder if there is anything I can do to prevent my fate. How do I stop time? It took me years to find myself beautiful, and now its fading away right before my eyes. I should have been more thankful when I was a teenager, instead of being worried about pimples.
Blog vs. Instagram? Don’t get me wrong; I love Instagram as much as everyone else, and it’s definitely my #1 social media obsession, but I never considered that it could be on the same playing field as a blog. I like to think that Instagram compliments my blog but can never replace it.
My Instagram photos are a little more relaxed and brings readers further into my life. When I follow a blogger, I always look to follow their Instagram pages as well. It’s usually a good daily way to keep up with them.
Sometimes I have this weird & confusing feeling/questioning of, Is anyone even reading? Continue reading
I grew up writing stories. I enjoyed it. I majored in French in college and when I wasn’t writing essays or creative pieces for assignments, I would also write for myself. That practice continued long after I graduated. I had notebooks and PC word docs filled with stories and ideas that I created in the evenings after work or on weekends.
I hear this all the time and you probably do, too: “I don’t have time.” It’s often the first response or excuse we think of when we don’t want to do something or think it isn’t possible.
But as years went by I began working longer, more stressful hours at my job and writing for fun slowed down. And then stopped. I didn’t write for 8 months.
Certainly the more hours I spent working meant fewer hours left for myself, but what was worse than the lack of time was the lack of energy. I was tired in every sense: physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. My free time became about recovery, not about hobbies, having fun, and spending time with people. I needed a lot of sleep just to be able to get back up the next day or the next Monday and go to work again. Continue reading