I miss Jakarta

When I came back to office from buying lunch today, I passed busy roads. They were full of people who -I assumed- just came back from lunch as well.

The bustling roads reminded me so much on one part of Jakarta that I often passed during my high school days.

The name is Kampung Melayu.

It is located at South Jakarta. It has one big bus interchange where I used to change bus to go home after school. The interchange was always crowded. A lot of buses, a lot of bus drivers taking breaks, a lot of keneks (bus conductor) calling passengers to come to their buses.

It was such a vivid memory to me.

And I miss it.

What my boys said

I posted this status on my Facebook few days ago – due to being annoyed of someone’s comment.

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And then, someone commented on it, basically telling me to not be too temperamental (he’s just joking, I guess).

Then I asked Husband.

Me: “Sayang, is it true that I am too temperamental?”
Him: “Of course you are. I would be lying if I said you are not.”

My husband, ladies and gentlemen. Always being honest.

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I was eating popcorn when Zal came to me and asked for some. He’s never eaten popcorn before so I knew he was curious on what it tastes like.

Spotting the opportunity, I taught him the name of the food he wanted.

Me: “Popcorn.”
Zal: “Peckcorn,”
Me: “No, not ‘peckcorn’. Try this ‘pop’”
Zal: “Pop”
Me: “Corn.”
Zal: “Corn.”
Me: “Popcorn.”
Zal: “Peckcorn.”
Me: -_________-