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Parade of Umbrellas

18 Apr


I woke up to the sound of whirling winds and the sky puking water.
The sky was sad, dark grey.
Talk about depressing.

I just knew I had to gear up. Last time it was raining like this, I was soaking wet from the tip of my hair to the tip of my toes.

Working with wet attire? Major discomfort.

I gathered all plastic bags I have around the house and wrapped my bags, spare clothes and lunch in them as tightly as possible. I wore flip-flops, or as Aussie says it, thongs, legging and my sleeping T-shirt. I put my hat on, and was seriously considering wearing shower cap. ( No, I didn’t, cause I don’t have one, and my host mom laughed out loud about it)

Then I walked across the park down to the bus stop…. And the winds and heavy rain stop. They were exchanged with small pretty drizzles.

The city is still a parade of umbrellas, but at least the citizens are not dropping waters from ever edge of their respective bodies.

The good thing is I have pancakes for breakfast, fluffy little warm thing that makes everything is all right.

I made a whole batch last night and with me being in Sydney and not Jakarta where I have armies of hungry students to eat all of it, I’m stuck with 25 mini pancakes for breakfast, dessert and snacks.

Oh how miss those boys and girls. How their eyes gleam on the sight off my food, how their mouth water and their capability to eat without chewing. (Well helps that they don’t have to pay for it. -Ha.)

Trying so hard to keep dry,


Wishing you…

15 Apr


Lit up your cigarette or chomp down organic muesli bar, pour steaming hot water to either pitch black coffee or calming brown of tea, crack those eggs or hear the music of cereal dancing around the bowl.

Do whatever you want, but have a hearty breakfast and enjoy Monday!

Bondi Beach beauty to get us through the week, up top.



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

Banana Tarte Tatin

13 Mar






I went home yesterday and immediately the smell of something burning hit my nostrils. My inner alarm spiked up- what’s wrong? Mrs. H (My host mother) is an incredible cook, there is no way she would burn something. I walked down to the kitchen and found her cutting up bananas, setting them into beautiful circle on pie plates. And beside her, sitting there in glory- was what I thought was burning.


Dark brown liquid circled the bottom of the pan, and as I got closer the smell intensified. It was burnt, but it was also sweet; like those rainy days when you can smell both the stale of earth and crisp of wet grass.

“Ever heard of Tarte Tatin Dee?” she asked. I nodded with excitement.

She drizzled the caramel on top of the banana, hugging those yellow fluffs like blanket. I always thought french food is complicated and difficult, but Mrs. H explained to me that Tarte Tatin is just basically upside down Tart, which the fruit are covered in caramel (or how Wikipedia said it would be “caramelized in butter and sugar”). And it doesn’t have to be Apple Tarte Tartin! We could use bananas, pears, and other fruits. then I asked why she used pie plate rather than a pan.

 Mrs. H curved her lips and said proudly, ‘”We’ve got to improvise, Dee”

Being an apprentice chef for years surely she knows her stuff (not to mention- she married a pastry chef!)

Mrs. H then enclosed the pie plate with pastry- sealed it real good and sent them to hot oven.

Later that night we ate the Banana Tarte Tartin as a dessert, sizzling hot with oozing caramel and a spoon of vanilla gelato. I look around and realized a funny recognition; the deep brown of banana and caramel with pure white from the gelato-was a match with Mrs. H house, with their white cupboards and smooth wooden floors.

And it smells good.

You know what it smells like?


I took a deep breath and ate, grateful. I’ve been in Sydney for a month. The first days are tough, then it become okay. I’m adapting. Slowly, maybe really slow…. but I am. And that’s enough for now. J


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!