Tukang Sayur Keliling, the door-to-door grocer, is one of the few quintessential things about my childhood in Jakarta.…
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Typing this after another Tahu galore with Appa, I am acutely aware. I will miss our absurd Tahu Time and him once I fly back to Melbourne.…
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Summary of the last 30 days of Kulture Kween, the person and the blog, which are heavily based on the notes I scribbled down in my journal.…
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What if, while in our hometown, we eat constantly and continuously; it's just we don't notice it because we are having fun.…
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As Indonesian Indians, our Diwali celebration is not exactly the same as the way Indians in India celebrate Diwali.…
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The first thing my parents ask for whenever I visit home is to give them my passport so they can safely keep it until I leave again.…
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Lontong can then be served dry with a drizzle of a generous amount of peanut-based sauce or submerged in coconut milk-based soup.…
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Post-audit exhaustion, I couldn't think of anything else but Satay Madura, arguably the most famous Satay version in Indonesia.…
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These days, my weary self yearns only for one kind of travel, to time travel to the pre-covid era — when I could travel on a whim, even with a very limiting Indonesian passport.…
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I am writing to you mid-flight, in between Jakarta and Melbourne. In between Indonesia and Australia. In between Saturday and Sunday.…
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