How to Write a Good Paragraph for ESL Students

Writing is the most challenging skill to excel for ESL student. When you understand basic grammar, there is no guarantee you can surpass in writing, let alone a good paragraph.  Here's how to write a good paragraph. First, you need to read tons of articles. By reading, we exposed...

One Day as (pretend) Art Enthusiast at Art Jog

The coolest contemporary visual art event, ArtJog, embarked at Jogja National Museum in Wirobrajan, where ArtJog is being shown for a month (started on May 4th until 4th of July). This year's event titled "Enlightenment." It referred to an era in world history,...

The Mighty Robot Soldier

Meet "Robot Soldier," a robot statue that is located in Ghibli Museum, Japan. A cool five-meter tall robot, and it made of bronze. It has a rusty color, head shaped like a bean with a google. Its body has defective parts. It looks like the robot just came back from the war and survived....

Keep It Healthy This Superbowl Sunday

Here are three ways to enjoy yourself while staying conscious and confident in your nutritional choices during Superbowl Sunday.  First, drink plenty of water. Alcohol makes you dehydrated, and it is essential to balance your alcohol intake with water to keep you hydrated Second, use...

Thing My Dad Didn't Get To See

A bachelor degree. I've wasted my life by choosing the bad choices.  I gave up when I was on halfway my thesis in veterinary medicine because I thought I'll never be a good doctor, I just don't have the quality. 7 years of nothing if you asked me. I have never a dull student, never repeated the same class, enrolled in a favorite school in town, never had serious problems in school, didn't...

Miracle

When my Dad lay unconsciously in the hospital bed, I kept praying for a miracle. I really wanted my Dad would wake up and be with us again, just like nothing happened. Only 24 hours after he was in a coma state, he died. I shake my head wanted it was untrue. Another part of my brain told me, he was just sleeping peacefully.  But no. He died. I don't know what to believe anymore,  Is...

Grief

When I lost my grandmother, I was too small to remember. I was too small to have deep memories with her. She had a stroke. All I can remember that she always accompanied me at home when I was alone. She couldn't talk nor walk. She always sat on the green sofa. Grandpa also left when I was just turned...