As a good food lover, I always have this urge to explore food ranging from small booths, cafes to (sometimes) fancy restaurants. Back to my college-time memories, one of the unforgettable cafes was d’Risol. It was a place in Bandung where my love for oxtail soup grew.
I’ve been loving English Language (EL), since primary school.
While other kids at my age watched cartoons, I watched Knight Rider instead. David Hasselhoff was attractive enough at that time, even for a primary schooler 😁
This is probably my craziest thought, ever.
To be able to clone myself. Having the other me.
To be honest, I am not a social media junkie.
Not the kind who feel comfortable to share my personal life to some strangers in social media. Not the one who updated where I have been or what I have done, every-single-hour.
This is a story of a girl and her mother. A week(end)ly story of an elementary school girl, the only daughter in the family: Going (involuntarily) to the traditional market with her mother.