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Love letters
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For the Love of Musicals
A few weeks ago, I sat in bed with a laptop propped on my lap. I went on the YouTube channel of The Show Must Go On! to watch Cats the musical, which was made available for 48 hours outside the UK (24 hours in the UK). To make it even better, they streamed the…
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London: A Love Letter
The other day, I read Nora Ephron’s old essay on The New Yorker, Nora Ephron’s Apartment: A Love Story. She wrote about how, despite the ridiculous key money she had to pay for an apartment called the Apthorp, she fell deeply in love with it and was determined to make it her own. In the…
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A Love Letter to the UK
I can remember the 3 times I missed the UK so much that I cried. The first was right after watching England played against Colombia in the World Cup. Leaving the bar where we watched it with a group of friends, I walked to the bus stop with tears streaming down my cheeks, and H,…
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So Long, Southampton
I remember my first arrival in Southampton, back in 2013. Due to a bad traffic on the M3, I didn’t reach Southampton until just before midnight. Weary after more than 24 hours of no sleep, I dragged my suitcases to the top floor of the student hall, and slept in thirst as I couldn’t find…
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Happy Birthday, Katka!
I met Katka at the beginning of fall, two years ago. Let’s fast forward to when this photo was taken, a year later. We were housemates by then, had spent a considerable amount of time talking about books, people, love, and life. I remember we were smoking at the backyard one summer night, when we talked about…
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A Year of Many Things
Around this time last year, I came to Southampton with no expectation at all. I knew I’d have a whole lot of things to experience, but never have I ever imagined that this year would be the best year in my life. I thought I would spend a year of meeting people with lots of…
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Bandung
Things I miss about Bandung: Rainy days in Potluck Kitchen, watching the water dripped on the glass window Sunny Sunday mornings at Car Free Day, followed by breakfast at Roti Gempol and a cup of tea which was never hot enough, no matter how many times I asked for it Baso Bawean and the friendly…
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Leaving Bandung
My first impression on Bandung wasn’t that good. I came from sunny Sumbawa, with clear blue sky and fresh air. It took some time for me to get used with the grey sky and polluted air, and a few weeks to learn how to cross the road with cars passing by (and I’m proud to…
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About My Dad
People say I’m built a lot like my dad. Although I can’t see in which part I resemble him, I always find people blurt out, “She looks just like you!” when we go out together. Throughout the years, although I still can’t find the physical similarity between my dad and me, I did find out, one by…
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