Being back home in Jakarta means it’s time for the annual excavation of old photo albums. This year, the above vestiges of my childhood strike me most powerfully.

1. (Left) It’s hard to imagine that I was once that tiny. And that my mom once unabashedly sported magenta shorts.

2. (Right) This was pretty much every morning of our first 2 months in Singapore, fresh off the proverbial boat. With the help of 2 private tutors we crammed to know adequate amounts of English and Mandarin before starting grade 2/3 in a local school (i.e. joining the rat race). And the rest is history.. Cheesy adage that springs to mind: remember where you came from.

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