There’s something oddly comforting about how little we know. I’ve been thinking about this lately—how often we just go about life,...

This is what I've learnt lately: repentance is just another word for refusing to live in denial. It's an act of turning: turning away and...

Yawning is one of those unconscious, universal acts—so mundane, so instinctual, that we rarely question it. We yawn when we’re tired,...

There’s a question that has lingered in my mind for years, surfacing most vividly in quiet moments—especially at Christmas, when the...

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been taught that to be a woman means to expect nothing. That life would be smoother, happier, more...

This entry was written in 2015, after an agonising heartbreak A woman in love is such an over-romanticised idea. I blame Barbra...

How fragile is self-esteem? Years built, but how swiftly would you trade it for tender affection? Why can't the two exist at once? I've...

Faith is like artwork. Artworks, like films, music, poetry — they are mediums — representations of our minds and feelings when words fail...

Written on 29 October 2023 When I was younger, my life was a never-ending chase. It was a relentless race against time, always pursuing,...

Dear John (a pseudonym granted not for your benefit but as a mere formality you scarcely deserve), Here I am, writing this letter, each...

Written on 7 December 2023 Over the weekend, my papa and I were talking about kindness and what it means to be kind. We agreed that...

For those in the dark, my thoughts find sanctuary in writing. But manage your expectations – a good chunk of these musings is a cryptic...

This poem was written in 2019, when the past came back A year has passed I sit, listening to the wind's hum, so steadfast But I recall,...

This poem was written in 2018, when I met a man - we fell in love but were never together Gaze upon me, my dear In strong silence, not a...

This poem was written in 2015, for my very best friend In my book, characters meet their demise, fleet, and brief My concerns transient...

This poem was written in 2017, when I realised I fell in love. The night is bright, a gleam in dark's deep sway Or is it but the eve, in...

So there I was, in the midst of what I expected to be a casual chat with a girlfriend. It started off innocently enough, with a question...

This week [2021], I'm toasting to a big win: passing my PhD Confirmation. It's been a full year of slogging through research, and now...

Embarking on a journey in politics as an Indonesian woman, I often get hit with the question, "Why politics? Isn't that just a waste of...