Wake-up Call

Being a millennial, I've been restless for some time, questioning myself about "what I'm supposed to do", "what I was born to be", despite the fact that I have a job, hobbies, social activities. I've been wondering what should I do for the society. It's definitely hard to always be positive in a highly-informed world where … Continue reading Wake-up Call

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2016

"It went by too fast!" - says myself at the end of every year. Then I'd try to recollect what I've done in the past 364 days. Then finally, I'd whimper silently at the undeniable fact that I will age one year older. It doesn't help much to have a birthday in February, you'll feel … Continue reading 2016

Living Japan #5: Tokyo “City Girl”

Last July I celebrated a year of living in Japan. Work contract has been extended, so I'll hopefully be celebrating a second year anniversary next year. As I enter my second year, I made a decision to move to Tokyo. I moved from the suburbs of Yokohama, where most residents were grandmothers and high-school students … Continue reading Living Japan #5: Tokyo “City Girl”

The Borrowed Life (The Letters – Part 2 – end)

Dear Friend, How are you? I hope the sun is shining outside your window and the dog is sleeping peacefully on your foot.. Those small things that make life deserves to be cherished! I wrote to you about my life recently. About how I had been living a life that I borrowed, from Life itself … Continue reading The Borrowed Life (The Letters – Part 2 – end)

The Borrowed Life (The Letters – Part 1)

Dear Friend, How are you? I hope everything is still as great as you told me the last time we talked. It’s been more than a month now, since my ankle bone broke. I may forget the date and how the accident happened in detail, but I don’t want to forget the life experience and … Continue reading The Borrowed Life (The Letters – Part 1)

Pak Pram: What I’ve Learned from Him Since the First Encounter (About Myself and Pramoedya Ananta Toer)

(English version of https://amellina.me/?p=286) It was around 2001. I was about 13 years old, an 8th grader. I went into our family library at home, trying to find something new to read after I had finished reading a book. My eyes caught a vintage-looking book. It was a paperback with white cover; the title looked like … Continue reading Pak Pram: What I’ve Learned from Him Since the First Encounter (About Myself and Pramoedya Ananta Toer)