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Jakarta.
My siblings! God, I love saying "siblings" in the plural. These are actually my adopted sister and her biological brothers. Left to right - Joseph, Michael, Isabelle.
Michael.
Joseph.
Dad.
The flower markets near where we used to live.
Michael and Joseph together.
Indonesia's national embarassment, affectionately known to expats as The Flaming Pizza Man.
Jakarta rooftops.
Isabelle's mother, Sherly.
Me. I probably wouldn't've let Dad take this one if I'd noticed, but I quite like how it came out. (Incidentally, that was the last time I had that shirt in its proper colour; Mum turned it orange in the wash almost as soon as we got home. :/ )
Sherly and I at my favourite restaurant in Jakarta, Kinara.
Michael doing his best blowfly impression.
Here is Joseph wearing the next door neighbour's hijab. No, I have no idea.
Ifa (next-door neighbour and the owner of said hijab), Joseph, me, Sherly, Michael.
Playing cards.
Joseph and I. I like this one too.
Sherly and I.
Isabelle and Joseph.
This one is only notable because it contains Sherly's not-my-boyfriend, Pak Casta.
Okay. Done. Next comes a school entry, but in the meantime, I haven't had a full night's sleep since January and I'm going to the farmers' market in the morning.
My siblings! God, I love saying "siblings" in the plural. These are actually my adopted sister and her biological brothers. Left to right - Joseph, Michael, Isabelle.
Michael.
Joseph.
Dad.
The flower markets near where we used to live.
Michael and Joseph together.
Indonesia's national embarassment, affectionately known to expats as The Flaming Pizza Man.
Jakarta rooftops.
Isabelle's mother, Sherly.
Me. I probably wouldn't've let Dad take this one if I'd noticed, but I quite like how it came out. (Incidentally, that was the last time I had that shirt in its proper colour; Mum turned it orange in the wash almost as soon as we got home. :/ )
Sherly and I at my favourite restaurant in Jakarta, Kinara.
Michael doing his best blowfly impression.
Here is Joseph wearing the next door neighbour's hijab. No, I have no idea.
Ifa (next-door neighbour and the owner of said hijab), Joseph, me, Sherly, Michael.
Playing cards.
Joseph and I. I like this one too.
Sherly and I.
Isabelle and Joseph.
This one is only notable because it contains Sherly's not-my-boyfriend, Pak Casta.
Okay. Done. Next comes a school entry, but in the meantime, I haven't had a full night's sleep since January and I'm going to the farmers' market in the morning.