We all know the scale in which these two countries have been hit with the recent cyclone and earthquake.
Shall we all send our loving thoughts to the victims to stay tough while waiting for rescue to come, and also to all their anguised family members to remain strong?
Shall we pray for them?
What I feel like saying is, it was a meaningful trip for me and a memorable experience to coach in the very first batch of Patterns Of Excellence (POE) in Jakarta.
What makes this experience such a special one is a combination of many factors. Together with a group of Singaporean coaches, we had to work with a bigger bunch of Indonesian coaches. Through the interactions, I noticed some subtle and some glaring differences in our cultures. It was really fun to see how a typical Singaporean coach would resolve an issue versus an Indonesian counterpart.
Good morning Singapore!
Saying hi from Jakarta…
May your day be filled with lots of happiness, joy, laughter and love. 
It’s been great so far coaching the first POE in Jakarta. The people here - fellow coaches, participants and the entire operations team are such a wonderful bunch to work with and collaborate. They are so warm, friendly and humble that I felt at home with them immediately.
I know, this will be an exhilarating experience for me to remember for a very long, long time to come.
Have you got any breakthroughs these few days too?
I am learning, again. Learning has always been an excellent way for me to rejuvenate, as I found out recently how challenging I feel to stimulate my brain cells and concentrate so that I can understand every single bit of information that was thrown my way. At times, those weren’t information - at most bite sized data which I need to mince, taste, integrate before I finally digest it into content that makes full sense to me.
Yet, I am still learning, because until I really apply those new knowledge, they will only be additional information stored in my mental library.
She looks like she is 18 years old. Wearing denim shorts that ended just where her bum was and displaying lots and lots of legs, she looked, well, hot. I quickly wondered why she didn’t feel cold wearing so little, as I wrapped myself with more than a layer of clothes.
One would assume very speedily that she might be one of those “ah lians”, if such a term is still used widely now. I am ashamed that I was one of such superficial nitwits when a small incident happened that soon changed my mind about her completely.
Foie gras? Or caviar? How about kobe beef?
After a long, long delay, my humble abode finally got her blessing from our priest few nights back, finally. Sitting next to my little veranda with my main door open, I can feel the tranquility surrounding me. You may not know, but my living room looks out to a patch of green as my place faces a park. Hence when I look up from my notebook, I can set my sights across the horizon where the pale blue sky meets the lush green trees. Hmm… how perfect if there could be a slight breeze running through now, I thought.
LOVE, Kloudiia