March 31, 2013
1. Shinjuku 2. Man Near Hatchiko Statue in Shinjuku 3. Minato-Mirai in Yokohama 4. Yokohama Creativecity Centre 5. Cup Noodle Museum in Yokohama 6. Cup Noodle Museum in Yokohama 7. Momofuku Ando Founder of Nissin 8. CJ’s Cafe in Yokohama 9. Walking Dogs in Yamashita Park 10. Bridge Near Red Brick Warehouse 11. Ice Skating at Red Brick Warehouse 12. Near Iidabashi 13. Koenji Area
March 18, 2013
The more I travel and try to find my home, I can’t seem to find it.
As it turns out, my home is not a physical space, as it is more to the journey and the travelling process in between.
August 22, 2012
take a three week leave, pack your bags, and go.
it seems that the TCK in me wouldn’t let myself stay in one place for far too long. it was like a pathological pattern, an urge to leave jakarta atleast once every three months. and after several intensive months of work, i knew i was in dire need of a holiday before i lost my third culture identity.
so here i am writing from my parent’s apartment atop the hill of cumbres de curumo in the capital of venezuela, overlooking of what may be my last trip to venezuela as a TCK (who knows what identity i would posses in the next trip- TC-spouse? diplo-brat turn diplomat? or maybe even a filthy backpacker with no money?). in the room behind me, my hand carry is packed with essentials for our next trip to brazil and chile.
excitement, anxiety, an aching feeling in the pit of my stomach and a burn in my heart – will i ever feel these pre-departure jitters again? my father’s words echoed in my ear, “you are blessed. you got to see the edge of the world”. I will remember to murmur praises to the Almighty, for i am truly blessed.
ver você em breve, o Rio de Janeiro,
y hasta luego, Santiago!
August 2, 2011
it was a normal, almost mundane day. i got up, showered, had brunch at proud mary. i got a flat white with potato hash. i walked down the streets of collingwood. i sat down on the tram en route to the city. i went to GPO and entered alphaville. i came out and walked to little lonsdale. i entered 1000£ bend and had some tea to soothe my mild flu. i chatted with some friends and laughed and made plans. i had a late dinner at menya and ordered gyutandon with extra teriyaki sauce.
the only thing that was different was the fact that it was my last day in melbourne.
July 22, 2011
circular quay // luna park // opera house // harbour bridge // darling harbour
July 22, 2011
and so i went back to where it all began. where i breathed into life and woke up to smell camellias. where i first saw shining light and it was the opera house. where i first felt the sensation of sand on my skin at bondi beach. where, such first visions cannot be intricately described because of the memory lapse of the earlier period of my life.
and so i thought i could go regain my childhood memory. i was suppose to become one with the city. suppose to follow the dynamic of their rapid pace and movement. suppose to see the glitter in the stillness of the harbour. suppose to feel that city sounds like bus honks and sirens and bells were as proficient to me as my own heartbeat.
but such a familiar place felt so foreign to me.
June 25, 2011
May 28, 2011
May 9, 2011
May 4, 2011
“Being a citizen of the world could be a kind of exile… from the comfort of local truths, from the warm, nestling feeling of patriotism, from the absorbing drama of pride in oneself and one’s own”
-Nussbaum (1996: 15) in Kendall, G., Woodward, I. & Skrbis, Z (2009) “The Sociology of Cosmopolitanism: Globalization, Identity, Culture and Government”.