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Whenever I see anything related to literature, my internal monolog breaks into a musical, “I WANNA BE WHERE THE PEOPLE ARE.” Exactly like Disney’s Ariel The Little Mermaid. So, when I heard about Ubud’s Readers and Writers Festival (URWF), I decided: I must go. That’s what my savings are for.
At first, Echo beach disappoint me.
When I picture a perfect beach, I imagine calm waves crashing against soft white sands, colorful seashells waiting to be unearthed. Cobalt blue fishes, fiery red starfishes and other neon creatures swimming in the transparent sea.
Echo beach is nothing like that. Its sand’s dark, giving it a filthy feel. The waves are palm tree high and, to surfers’ disappointments, breaks like the waves hit each other. Never mind the fishes, the waves were too violent for any kind of living.
We had time to kill before the sun sets (and for the next 3 days). I intend to make the most of it.
Welcome to my bloody hell. Get on my emotional rollercoaster. For maximum torture, please hold on to my physical pain. Enjoy.
“You are my personal brand of heroine,” whispered
Edward Cullen to Bella Swan of Twilight me to fiction stories.
Like other just-graduated-wtf-am-I-going-to-do-with-my-life ambitious millennials, I read tons of self-help books. My eyes shining, “I hope of I get life figured out after page 182!”
One of the books I read was Business Model You. Its writer team wrote a question to figure out our passion: What do you love to do as a child?
My answer: writing (of course). Little that I knew, I forgot one other thing: catching Pokemon.
My life calling turned clearer when I catch my first Charmander on my mother’s sofa.
Living in Jakarta is not always boring.
There is something beneath the same old sunny traffic and overpriced coffee which–let’s be honest–you don’t like that much.
Last weekend, I went to the other Jakarta. Not malls and cafes. It was a weekend to remember.
Author’s note: Before this ancient Indonesian legend disappears forever beneath tons of megabytes of Nick Jonas’ new song, I rewrote the legend with a lot of pop culture references. I hope the kids can relate.
What if Lara Djonggrang had a Snapchat account?
When Indonesia was a land of kingdoms and magic, lives a beautiful Princess, Lara Djonggrang. Every prince had tried to ask for Lara’s hand in marriage to her father, the king. However, the king desired Lara to marry whoever she loves.
The king’s wish was respected by all princes, except Prince Bandung Bondowoso. Prince Bandung’s ambition was so high that he conquered 7 kingdoms, sailed 7 seas and ran a 7 million dollar tech startup. He was sure, Lara will love him too, like other fangirling maidens. He was wrong.
If this was a thriller movie, they’d show happy close up shots — sunshine that’s a little to bright, a pair of scarlet lips laughing, green waves rolling— along with a melody of dread.
If that kind of scene shows up on HBO, I wouldn’t care if the movie won 100 Oscars, I would still run for the remote to turn it off. I hate it.
I loathe feeling like something’s about to go wrong and I have little control to stop it.