So I've never seen my dad so excited to be photographed before until we went to this place.
Suatu hari, satu Instagram Story post seorang teman kantor membuat saya penasaran. Post tersebut tertuliskan satu kalimat, "Ya Tuhan, ijinkan kami untuk berpasang-pasangan. Amin." Simpel. Sebuah kata-kata; doa, I must say, yang dapat relate kepada kami rombongan manusia quarter age life yang mungkin galau akan sebuah hubungan. Tapi kok lucu dan menarik, saya pikir. So I replied my friend's story, "AMIIIINN!! itu apaa?!". "Buku kaak!" she replied back.
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January 2013
Have you ever been so addicted to a game, that you feel so uneasy that you just. have. to finish it? This is exactly what’s happening to me right now.
January 2013
Have you ever been so addicted to a game, that you feel so uneasy that you just. have. to finish it? This is exactly what’s happening to me right now.
I’m never good about describing myself. So, what better ways to have an introduction than a story about my self, my experiences and my desire to see the world written by one of my most talented friend, Samantha Lau. She wrote this story for one of her university assignments and i patted her back when she scored amazing on this piece.
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Cultural Wonderlust
A young Indonesian woman’s journey from Jakarta, to Kuala Lumpur and to Adelaide.
A young woman brushes away a tendril of her black hair from her smiling face, causing the many Indonesian-carved wooden bangles to clunk together melodically. The sudden DING! of an oven timer snatches her attention and she hurries over to check on the cookies she had baked for Idul Fitri, the Muslim holiday that signals the end of Ramadan, the Islamic holy month of fasting. As the delicious smell of nastar (traditional Indonesian pineapple tarts) wafts across the room, the woman, Andita Frida Aisha, resumes her seat. She is wearing a classic white kaftan, a type of traditional clothing worn by Indonesian women during the Muslim festival. The intricate gold embroidery that embellishes the kaftan’s neck, cuffs and hem catches in the sunlight.
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Cultural Wonderlust
A young Indonesian woman’s journey from Jakarta, to Kuala Lumpur and to Adelaide.
A young woman brushes away a tendril of her black hair from her smiling face, causing the many Indonesian-carved wooden bangles to clunk together melodically. The sudden DING! of an oven timer snatches her attention and she hurries over to check on the cookies she had baked for Idul Fitri, the Muslim holiday that signals the end of Ramadan, the Islamic holy month of fasting. As the delicious smell of nastar (traditional Indonesian pineapple tarts) wafts across the room, the woman, Andita Frida Aisha, resumes her seat. She is wearing a classic white kaftan, a type of traditional clothing worn by Indonesian women during the Muslim festival. The intricate gold embroidery that embellishes the kaftan’s neck, cuffs and hem catches in the sunlight.
