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BOOK 01 : HUMAN ACTS BY HAN KANG   This year, you would like to try something different, I said to myself. I had always underestimated 'a year of reading challenges' because I would hate it if I gave myself a deadline for doing what I like, like reading a book, for example. It was merely because I didn't want to put pressure on myself. But I'd like to try something different, as I said, hence: Book 01 in 2026, Human Acts by Han Kang, translated into English from Korean by Deborah Smith. I picked up and bought Human Acts from this independent bookstore in Canggu Street, Bali, called Wonder Bookstore . I really like the place, it's relatively small but have great collection of international books. They also have a cafe area indoors and on the verandah, which looked so cozy. Back to the book review. I feel like this was one of the fastest I finished a book. I read it in a week, and honestly, it would be faster without my 9-to-5 work every day. (I know some of you spee...

I loved this song like a year ago and then listened to it again and love this song all over again. I think it has one of the most romantic lyric ever written. Mother, don't worry. I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed Mother, don't worry. I've got some money I saved for the weekend Mother, remember being so stern with that girl who was with me? Mother, remember the blink of an eye when I breathed through your body? So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten Sons are like birds flying upwards over the mountain Mother, I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison Mother, I lost it all of the fear of the Lord I was given Mother, forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to Mother, forgive me I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten Sons can be birds taken broken up to the mountain Mother, don't worry. I've got a coat and some friends on the corner Mother...

I was reading this letter and find myself feels warm inside. first of all, maybe because I still have my grandma alive by my side. I can't say that she is as healthy as she supposed to be.. but I believe that If I were to write a letter to her, this is how the letter going to be: ... My dear Oldmom, I don't know if you could read this clearly or not. if not, you can wear your glasses that I place right besides you, yes that yellow-transparent glasscase. or you can also find other person to read this for you, I hope they can read my words while makes my feeling fathomable. this is Ayrine. I know you always forget my name and that makes me feels a bit blue, but all will be okay because you never forget who Ayrine is. all I want to say is the reason why I always ask you to tell me your story. Why 'today we haven't chat yet, tell me a story' was always my first sentence to you every night I came back home. I love how you laughed, m...

Under the moonlight I glimpse A familiar dimple smile I had once  Begone simple days and innocent ages Short-lived like a butterfly in a phases Under the moonlight all seems pretty as time moving ever so briefly never knew that my old soul would catch up, this fast onto my faces Under the moonlight I felt so different like a cruel disposition never knew that old memories could catch up, with sudden epiphany of present days Begone childhood days and a mere silly happiness Short-lived like a meaningless youthful romance Do I entitle to make allure interpretation? or stories turns out pipedreams too? Even if it fuzzy under the dimmed light My mind clearer as it was never before Even if it bolder the line map on my skins My soul could never feel any wiser. And through the rearview mirror, I can just saw: Ah, there she goes again, pathetic sentimentalist!

Here is a quick dialogue that I just overheard from a kid and a mother. The kid, probably around 3 or 4 years old watched his mother hold his little brother's hand in an upright position, they were all steps above a grass block area in front of this coffee shop where I just arrived. Kid: "Why you're holding him like that?" Mom: "Is to teach your brother how to walk by himself" his little brother is probably almost one year's old. Kid: "Ohh, Just like me ya mom? I can walk on this grass well" He said lightly while performing a little run proudly in front of them. Mom: "Yes, dear, but your brother cannot just yet" They both a little yelled at each other to talk over the cry from the little one. (He seemed to hate to be held like that, and wiggled uncomfortably) Kid: "So, when is he gonna be able to walk on the grass? and also to walk on the water?" Mom: "What? he can't. I also can't walk on the water, and you also...

There are many things that I don’t understand, even if I tried to. It's always puzzling to me why people say life is so fleeting when it is the longest thing we will ever do. How people said that they love the rain but hated it when they get wet. I never understand how people can be so contrary to their own belief. I don’t understand the guts some people had for thinking that they are bad in someone else stories, but not bad in general. You think you’re so smart? No. you’re arrogant. I don’t understand the critic some people give to others who fall too fast in love and proceed to make commitment even faster with their own partner a year later. I don’t understand how entitled some people are. To think that they deserve something they don’t and to treat other people like they owe you something. No, they’re not. Even more with people that feels superior towards others, do you think you ever fought in a war or save a human race? No, you are not special. I don’t understand how difficult...

I was well into my thirties when I learned “Liberal Arts” as an academic course. So, the general meaning is education to learn about philosophy, literature, sociology, culture, creative art, and history. Lessons that are hard to quantify but essential to shaping your thinking and perspective in life. In other words, academics tend to be more concerned about physics, math, and biology as introductory courses at school. What disappoints me is that we usually have “Religion” as a required course, even in undergraduate study, no matter what class you took. The problem was not it as part of formal education, but when we do not have a liberality to accept it. In my opinion, religion is great if you believe in God, whichever one you want to know and believe. But it shouldn’t be required as a human being? Much as being told to have a religion since you were young because otherwise, you are going to hell. For me, morality, humility, empathy, and kindness are much more important things to have a...