• Moving Abroad

    Help! I Need Friends!

    I’ve been living in West Java, Indonesia, for over six weeks now, and I’m trying to do the impossible: make friends. Okay, so maybe I’m exaggerating and it’s not impossible as such, but it’s as difficult as I thought it would be. Mainly because: 1) I’m an introvert 2) It takes me a very long time to consider anyone a friend, even if I see them all the time 3) I started working three weeks ago, so now my time is being stretched thin and I have a lot less hours in the day to do anything let alone go out out into central Jakarta and meet people for salsa or book clubs or…

  • Love

    Driven by Passion

    I know it’s not the most romantic of things to say that the meme of those dogs driving a car to Charlie XCX’s Vroom Vroom reminds me of you, but it does. The caption itself is what kills it for me: ‘*school starts at 8.40* me at 9.26,’ cue dogs skidding in the snow from driving too fast. That whole meme is you every, single, morning. Whether your ass is late for work or late in picking me up for a lunch date, without fail you are delayed, driving calmly but with panic running through your blood. You’d state there are exceptions though, and I’d grudgingly have to agree. Exceptions when…

  • Travel

    How (Not) To Ride a Scooter in Thailand

    ‘Those lucky drivers, getting to have your hands on them!’ That was what my beau said when I told him I was frequently taking ojeks (motorbike taxis) to get around my new neighbourhood in Bekasi, Indonesia. I was appalled. ‘Hell no, I’m not touching them! I hold on to the back!’ These days I don’t even do that, because after three weeks I’m now confident enough to merely place my hands on my legs like the locals, sometimes even texting and sending photos to my darling of me in the helmet and mouth mask. I was bored of sticking out like a sore thumb as I held on, people keen…

  • Moving Abroad,  Travel

    OMG! The Roof Fell In! My First Two Weeks in Indonesia

    Five days into my arrival and I was already packing up to leave. Turning to face my two housemates in the dark evening, they merely rolled their eyes before throwing their suitcases into the back of the taxi. They’d already been on this rodeo. I sighed and did the same, hoisting my bag containing my pyjamas and prayer beads atop my shoulder as I slid into the car, ready to go to the new apartment we’d be living in for the next week. I hadn’t even been in our current one for a week. — It had started in the morning, when I’d heard a huge crash followed by shrieks.…