In attempts to slow_myself_down_away_from_digital_life, I am getting my hands on film camera. Yes, the kind of camera where you need to put the film roll in and then start snapping. If you are lucky, the pictures will turn up good but if not then we let the fate decide. This is not my first rodeo on using film camera, but it definitely the first ever to buy the film and develop it using my own money. It is not cheap, which I know. What can I say, it's an expensive hobby. I used my first film roll to take photos of my favorite people. So it has more human than random pictures. It was on family event. After the last shot, I wanted to develop it before I flew to Bali but they had no lab. Luckily we have the lab in Bali. I developed and scanned the film in Ojisanfilmlab Bali. They're just a google away. They sell the roll as well. I had to tell the TSA to do the hand checking rather putting it through the scanner. They understood. Cimol hides himself in his favorite spot ...
This is an easy post about multicultural marriage (or relationship). Take it as entertainment if you are in the same situation as ours 😆 Differences always fascinate me. Then I am married to someone from a different culture. It's challenging but also fun at the same time, here's why: One becomes grammar nazi and one becomes grammar police. I can say that he is a kind of polyglot and I speak 4 languages daily (most Indonesians are bilingual already 😉). But we talk to each other in English because my Dutch is super broken, his Bahasa Indonesia is much better than my Dutch but we usually use it for ordering foods in when we are in Indonesia only. So as a fluent English speaker, he always corrects me when I got it wrong. That's totally okay. Only it is not that okay when he did it during the fight 😂 Like how could you do that during the fight? Though I sometimes correct his Bahasa Indonesia when he tries to talk in Bahasa here, ordering something or trying to impress local...