Growing Up Over A Cup of (Indonesian) Coffee

My boyfriend found out that I have sinned. He watched me in mild horror as I disgracefully sipped my well-deserved cup of cappuccino, after attacking some slices of Quattro Formaggi for dinner. An Italian, he knows and adheres the commandments of Italian coffee culture by heart: that cappuccino, as well as other ‘milky’ coffee, can only be consumed in the morning, and…

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Book Hunting in Singapore: 1-Day Walking Tour

You are here for the bookstores?” the lady at our hostel in Singapore asked. She wears her hair long; has colourful eyelids and nails; with a preference for bright-coloured tight top. I was sitting leisurely at the reception one morning after taking a shower, ready for the day’s book hunting. The hostel lady was there, sorting…

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The Wisdom of Pejeng, Bali.

His was not a happy childhood. He spent his first few days of living inside Kerobokan jail, when his parents got detained by the Dutch. His mother breastfed him on the cell, and bestowed upon him the name Dewa Gede Badung. His suicidal thoughts came before the age of 12. Those were the times when he spent his days…

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Berbagi Senyum.

DISCLAIMER: Tulisan berikut ini adalah sebuah advertorial. Saya bersedia menuliskannya karena percaya dengan tujuan baik yang layak disebarkan. Tulisan ini dibuat secara independen—tanpa suntingan dari pihak sponsor. I hope you’ll enjoy this one. A story about a smile. Peace begins with a smile. – Mother Teresa Banyak kenangan manis dalam hidup saya diawali dengan sebuah…

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How We Say Goodbye When Summer Ends

Our retrouvailles marked the end of summer in your city. The city I came to love despite its constant windy chills and random rain showers: in summer. We remembered the couch—with plush pillows and soft blankets thrown carelessly over its surface; something that reminded us of the chaotic beauty of a studio of an artist. We spent so many times snuggling there;…

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Mount Bromo and the Price of Happiness

What is the actual price of ‘happiness’? PHOTO BY NICO WIJAYA. IT was 2.30 in the morning when I jumped into a red jeep heading to Mount Bromo. I was still a bit sleepy, but excited nonetheless. There is something about the mountains that never fails to envelope me in a certain sense of wonder and serenity. I…

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A Parisian Note: A Reminder “To Feel”

It was not Louvre. It was Musee d’Orsay I fell deeply in love with. From one floor to another, from one alley to the next, those enchanting paintings and sculptures never ceased to amaze me. PHOTO BY HANNY KUSUMAWATI At times, silently, I hovered around some visitors who were accompanied by a guide–most probably an art student–and eavesdropped…

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