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Cold, then hot and fresh oysters

14 Apr

Oh, hi! Hello there. Yes, I’m good thank you. How you doing?

I guess from the lack of post you can see that I’m settling here in Sydney. Out all weekend doing touristy stuff and eat and walk and walk and walk till my legs feel like it’s coming out from it’s socket.

Summer is saying goodbye and giving us another hour to add to the day. Fall, or shall I say autumn is here, and is seriously moody.

The first day after Easter cold breeze and hard wind washed over the city,leaving me with runny nose and goose bump and missing Jakarta hot sunshine.

Today, I went out with jeans, closed shoes, a jacket AND sweater, whilst the sun came out and say, “Bring out your tank top and short, everyone! I’m gonna smile all day!”


I arrived in Sydney Fish Market sweating like a pig. But so be it, nothing will get in the way of my journey from fresh oysters

My delicacy for lunch are fresh rock oyster with splash of tangy lemon juice ( too bad there’s no tabasco) cold braised half lobster and prawns with thousand island.

People might hate fresh oyster because they might be fishy and slimy and basically they see it as disgusting. Not me. I’m head over heels in love with it. I love the cold bite as we dig into it and the way it tastes like we’re swimming in the ocean.

Oh and for the record, fresh oyster are not fishy at all. They are best eaten after their opened, and fishy oyster means they have been opened too long.

I closed the day at Sydney Fish Market with chocolate coated strawberry and the famous jones soda.

I can’t wait to go back for a seafood platter. Oh, calamari…….

Kiss kiss



28 Feb


So what’s going on in Sydney? So far I have:

1. Took exactly 1.546 photos
2. Got lost in Sydney CBD
3. Lots of melts down and freaking out
4. Went to two cupcake stores
5. Took the wrong ferry and have to walk such a looooooonnnggggg way to look for Luna Park
6. Went to wine festival and got dizzy after two full drinks.
7. Got one-session course on how to make Soufflé from my host parent ( who happened to be pastry chef-YAY)
8. Got sick.
9. Slept the whole weekend. My host parents thought I’m dead.
10. Took comfort from washing the dishes. Talk about discovering yourself in a travel, huh?

(Btw, meet the family dog, Forrest. He’s cute,loyal, obedient, and always, always hungry-just like me)

Weekend Market

4 Feb

My visa is granted!

I am jumping with joy. After weeks and weeks waiting without any updates, an email finally arrived saying that I can enter Australia, stay, and get an internship for the length of four months.

I will arrived on the 11th, and start my internship in Sydney on the 13th.

I can say this is the first time I’m going to be away from home for so long.

The last time I was even away from home for more than a week was 7 years ago. That trip only last a month.

Now it’s 4 months. 16 weeks.

Last Christmas I actually went to Sydney on a tourist visa with my grandparents and my parents for a break from Jakarta’s pollution and traffic. Since my grandparents are not capable of walking much, we spend a lot of time staying at the hotel, or enjoying the stores around Old Sydney.

You can guess how delighted I am when suddenly they blocked the road and set up a weekend market. A Market! My friend, Putri who stays in the State always telling me about the joy of roaming farmers market on Sunday morning. I have watched countless pictures of her fruit pies and flowers as the result of her shopping. I was incredibly jealous.

The weekend market was no farmers market, there were no fruits or flowers in sight, but there were standing stores of lemonade, cupcakes (which I greedily bought all flavors), necklaces, Australian pearl, paintings and other stuff.

I was instantly hooked on one of the stand which sells natural honeys and some candied fruits. They have all kind of honey and the lady was nice and talkative. She walked us through the flavors of each honey, the health benefits from the candied fruits and how none of their product contained preservatives. It was all natural. My eyes are hooked on the creamed honey. I heard of it, my friend Evan who embarked on an exchanged study last semester in Canberra was always gushing on how nice it is and how she regretted that she failed getting one home.

I grabbed the wooden stick and sample some of the creamed honey on the spot, and boy was Evan right. It would be redundant to say that it’s creamy, but it’s true. When usual honeys are drippy and liquid, this creamed honey has the dreamy consistency of soft butter. And we all know how I like butter. The honey flavor was subtle and there’s this enhanced sweetness that is soft and velvety.

I grabbed two jars and brought it home. I sent one jar to Evan and keep one to myself. When Evan uses hers to spread on a warm toast, I hug the jar while curling over The Big Bang Theory and feed myself by the spoonfuls. Teehee.

Anyway, it’s officially H-7 and God knows how am I supposed to pack for 4 months clothes. Wish me luck!