a hello from imelda.

     HEY. So I've been thinking about blogging again. Not in that "I need to be productive" way or trying to prove I'm doing something with my life., nothing like that. I just miss having a space where I can actually tell stories, you know? The kind that's too long for Instagram Stories and too important to just sit in my phone notes forever. Just a chill place where I can be real and let life unfold however it wants to.      And honestly? Now that I'm getting weirdly comfortable with traveling alone, I feel like I have so much to talk about. Like, the random places I've stumbled into, the strangers who somehow became my travel buddies for a hot minute, those tiny moments that hit different and change how you see things.      But here's the thing... out of everywhere I've been, Sulawesi is the one I keep thinking about. That whole trip this year? It's what finally made me get it. Like, what it actually means to be okay being alone when the wh...

"Go abroad once and the door to endless journeys will open" I'd heard people say this so many times. Sounded poetic, but I never really understood what they meant. Then came Singapore. My very first international trip. Unplanned, chaotic, a little reckless. And somehow, that messy adventure cracked something open in me that I didn't even know was there. About a year ago, I went to this super clean, fancy "Asian Tiger" country everyone's obsessed with. And obviously, like every tourist ever, I took a million photos in front of all the iconic spots: the Merlion, Marina Bay Sands, those insane skyscrapers at Clarke Quay. All the classic tourist stuff. But by the end of the day? I was exhausted . Like, dead on my feet tired. And here's what's funny: out of all those picture-perfect selfies I took, the one that actually hits different is this super unglamorous shot of me just... pulling my suitcase. That's literally it. No epic background, no good...

As the afternoon sky welcomed me with a gentle drizzle, Marseille's charm wrapped around me like a cozy embrace. With a bright red umbrella in hand, I couldn't help but feel a hint of tropical warmth in this cool European climate. The adventure began as I stepped into the fascinating world of Musee d'historie de Marseille, a simple old building artfully reconstructed into a captivating museum. But let's be honest, my thirst for exploration couldn't be contained by four walls. I had a whole city waiting to be discovered! So, bidding adieu to the quaint café, I hit the streets, ready to uncover the treasures Marseille had to offer. Strolling through the vibrant La Canebiere, I was lured by the irresistible French nuances of souvenir shops, each beckoning me to take a piece of Marseille's magic home with me. And oh, the sweet symphony of piano clinks in hidden corners added a melodic touch to my wanderings. As I ventured deeper into the old city of Marseille, I fou...

 THE SECLUDED LOVE by Imelda and Will SCENE ONE INT. DR. WILLIAMS’ LIBRARY – DAY The morning sunshine greeted through the dusty gap in the bookshelf, replacing the cold air that had accompanied Edith's day. Her hope never changed, just like before. She opened her eyes, but all hope was gone in the blink of an eye. She was still herself, the fictional character of an obsolete novel. She remained in a novel realm within a book called Garden of Terra. Her world never changed. EDITH Honestly, here is a beautiful world, but wouldn't it be great if I could try new things in the real-world? [ A man entered the room ] The sound of footsteps made her smile expand. EDITH I know who would come to this place. Someone who always visited me, no, rather visited the old books here. Go in, find the book he wanted, then leave. Like that, every day, in the morning. I don't know how many books he has read, but he never touched me. Am I too bad? [ The man walked through the shelves, stopped by ...

Dear readers! We've just exited a horrible, heartbreaking year in 2020, and we've only been in 2021 for 41 days, but the subject of climate change continues to stalk us. The green movement is one of the most basic approaches of combating climate change. Now you can grow trees while managing your career and studies (as we're still in virtual school and rely heavily on search engines).  Ecosia is a search engine established in Berlin, Germany promising it would donate 80% of its profits to a non-profit organization dedicated to reforestation and tree planting in areas where it is most needed. As of this writing, they have planted nearly 119,395,795 trees all over the world, including in my country, Indonesia and still keeps counting :) For you who prefer the use of dark mode, there is a dark mode version that can be added to your browser's extension :)      What is the mechanism behind it? It's simple; this tool works similarly to Google; all you have to do is go to w...

    My dearest readers,    One of the changes that have started to be echoed and voiced by environmental activists is the anti-plastic movement. What is it? Ever heard about zero waste? First and foremost, I'd want to thank Ms. Rina, my Critical Listening and Speaking lecturer, for indirectly inspiring me to write this post, because CLS subjects on environmental issues have supplied me with fresh new perspectives, notably on the problem of plastic trash. You should view this video first before I start talking about it!      This video illustrates the 3 fate of dumped plastic bottles. The first bottle will end up in the landfill, which gradually become a mountain of trash, will fill the space with each passing day. When the rain comes, the puddles in the garbage pile will absorb toxic compounds contained in plastics and combine together called leachate , flowing into groundwater and streams, poisoning the ecosystems and destroying the habitats.  ...

in frame: siwi, my classmate in high school I suck at writing, I'm terrible at opting for the right words, I'm lack of confidence, As an ordinary and normal human being, or it's better called mediocre, I've spent most of my time ruminating and panicking over my intrusive thoughts. I've known that my writing is a messy string of words, weirdly-organised causing an eyesore. And I probably don't have any single reader too. But.... I've decided to keep writing. However, it's more than merely writing ideas. It's something pleasurable. Infinite thoughts constantly running through your mind and you just can't eagerly wait to pour them down in a compilation of phrases. Writing in blog itself creates a very different atmosphere compared to social media. Why? Social media may be similar to a chamber where your head is inundated with information and things to show off. Writing in blogs, on the other hand, is quite relaxing. There are no distractions, and yo...