Little People, Big Problems
Sticky fingers, dirty nappies, deafening screams, and dealing with mood swings worse than those of a teenage girl. For others, these are the subjects of nightmares. For me, it’s just another day at the office. It’s 3:30pm on a Wednesday afternoon and the ‘fun’ is just about to begin. The calm rhythm of baby Sam’s...
A step too far? Running a half marathon
No queue compares to that of a pre-half-marathon port-a-loo. It snakes past the start line, through the Moreton Bay Figs, around the ugly brick building, and onto the soccer oval of Princes Park. Sun stained legs of seasoned runners jiggle in nervous anticipation, not of the impeding twenty one kilometres, but out of sheer fear...
Day 6
6.15am and I am awoken to the familiar sounds of timba drums from my outdated iPhone. Slowly, I pry my stinging eyes open to see my roomie, Cate, quickly duck to the loo. Damn. I’m busting.6.25am I step out into the already bright glare of pollution-doused sunshine to walk to the dining hall. It is...
Why are you here?
The metaphysical question, although simple, is one that most people on earth do not know how to answer. Beginning yet another mundane Monday with switching class (instead of going to the lecture at 10, I decided to go at 4), I open my laptop and start saying hello to the virtual world: what’s happening on...
But in The End, I Didn’t Do Anything
“Where are you from?” they usually ask. And I will answer, “I’m from Indonesia.” “Oh, an Indonesian! I’ve heard Bali is such a good place. Never been there though. And the food is good, isn’t it?” “Yeah, it’s really good,” I often say. — Bali. Beach. Nature. Food. Culture. There are so many Indonesian things...
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