Selamat ulang tahun means ‘happy birthday’ in Bahasa Indonesian, and yes, it was my birthday on the weekend. I officially turned 15 on Sunday the 12th, but celebrations started before that (after all, why wait?). Rosie had a sleepover at a friend’s house on Friday night, and didn’t come home until Saturday afternoon, so Mama, Papa and I went to Ambassador Mall in Central Jakarta. It is our favourite mall ever, because it is basically a multi-story, upper-class flea market.
It was UN Day at my school last week, which means dressing up, eating great food and doing awesome workshops. No, I didn’t wear the floral shirt, but it did make an appearance at the Kemang V Residence Street Party last Saturday. However, I did wear my wedding/fancy dance clothes (see “A Timeline of Dhaka Memories in Photographs)with the addition of my plaid bunnet, and I looked as dapper as always. The day started off with SLA, which is basically a period where you do homework. We had a mini-banquet of international food. There were brownies (America), pepernoten (mini cinnamon biscuits, the Netherlands), lemper (chicken wrapped in sweet sticky rice, Indonesia) and butter tart squares (Canada). My teacher, Mr Hara, brought in natto, fermented soybeans mixed with Japanese mustard and fried onions. I was the only one who tried it. At first it tasted like weird cheese, which was okay, but then I tried to swallow. When my throat blocked up I knew I needed to get it out of my system. I had to make a mad dash for the bathroom to spit it out. Yikes. I cleansed my mouth with brownies while watching other members of my class give presentations about their home countries.
Yesterday was Thanksgiving in the US, and an acquaintance of Papa’s invited us to a Thanksgiving supper. I wore my floral shirt (see cinnamon buns post), because opportunities like this don’t come around very often. We wandered over at 4:15pm (first thing after school) to the Feldis household, a 5 minute walk away.