A Love Story

My mum and dad have quite a love story. They met on a holiday in Singapore. It was back in the 70s, they happened to be in a same tour group. My mum was with her aunt, I call her Oma M. Meanwhile, my dad was on a boys-trip with a group of friends. Being in a boys-trip, my dad and his friends were loud. They kept joking around, having fun by themselves. Not rude, but loud, so as my mum described them.

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Don’t Be So Hard on Yourself

Last Christmas I went to Bali with two girlfriends. I’ve known them from my grad school days in the UK. During that one year period, they were two of my closest friends – N and P. While P is Indonesian and I got to meet her regularly, N is Russian – she’s still living the UK, and I haven’t met her since I left – five years ago. We still keep in touch though, and finally, she decided to visit Indonesia.

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