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Tuesday 15 August 2017
@09:46
Today, one of my mum's employee drove me to the airport. We met when we were little kids. His family has been taking care of my mum's palm oil plantation since a long time and his house used to be amidst the plantation. When I went back to Indonesia when I was little, my mum brought me there before. In the car, we started chatting about the past. He remembered us riding the bicycle while I only remembered me eating the delicious goreng ubi that his mum cooked and the ferocious mosquitoes in the forest. Haha. Good old days. I haven't seen him in ages. Two weeks ago when I came back to Indonesia, I couldn't even recognise who he was. It was only until he said he was so and so's son that I suddenly saw his resemblance to his dad.
En route to the airport, we passed by the area he used to live at, we passed by many palm and rubber tree plantations, other man-made forested areas for commercial use, and many many kampongs. And I suddenly feel so so so thankful to be born in Indonesia where I get to experience all that I had experience - the experience I wouldn't be able to get elsewhere. The laidback lifestyle, the kampong life, the rundown house that I used to stay at, the home with a long drain that I used to do my business at, the messy, dirty and smelly roads, the drive through many rural areas, the schools that I attended back then without much facilities, my mum's employees who became my friends - they have humbled me. I am humbled by all these experiences.
I thank you, Indonesia, for being such a beautiful place. I'm a bit saddened at the thought of moving to Singapore permanently in the future but I think my experiences here have made me appreciate Singapore even more.
Happy 72th birthday in advance, Indonesia!
&the pages keep turning.
Wednesday 2 August 2017
@14:30
I'm feeling so depressed now about the job application outcome. And I'm depressed at the thought of not being able to mope around or have any break from this sadness before applying for jobs again.
I was okay for awhile and now I'm back to bawling again as I write this post.
Why? I wish someone would tell me why.
&the pages keep turning.
