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Khatam (again)

2011-12-26T16:25:00.000-08:00

Khatam (Persian, Urdu) means final. I’m not an expert in those languages but I often hear it used when one finish reading a book, such as the Quran. In my case, I just finished reading the Bible, second round. Yay! Even better than last time (I think it was 3 years ago), I’m 5 days earlier. Not bad, eh?

I don’t have certain purpose on doing it, other than I think it’s something that needs to be done. A Christian has to finish read the entire Bible at least once in his/her life time. To dedicate an amount of time everyday to read a passage or two and finish them within a certain amount of time (in my case one year). It’s good to read a lot of portion of the Bible that don’t get read from the pulpit, even on the daily readings. Even on second round I felt surprised to read some parts as if I’ve never read them before. So it was good.

To be able to do this one needs to commit. One can find guides (plenty online) on how to do this. There are plenty of reading program provided. Last time I read from Genesis to Revelation, but this year I followed Bible Tool chronologically. It was interesting to see how some authors recorded a certain event with slightly different detail.

No plan for repeating this program on 2012, as I got piles of books to finish, it’s embarrassing to start something and not finish them. I think I got at least a dozen of unfinished books. So that’s one of my resolution for next year (already start now actually), to finish more books. Then I might take up the Bible again in 2013 (God willing).

earth calling peanut butter....

2011-11-27T08:28:00.000-08:00

Like many other modern human beings I have a long list of relationship with cellphones, started when I first became a junior secretary in an environmental company. It took me quite some time to get one, mainly because I don't see the ultimate need to be reached all the time. People can reach me easily, 8-5 at the office, after that at home. But pretty soon it became a necessity.

The past few years I changed cellphones several times, from the ghetto look like this image (taking from the shape of a water bottle with straw, that you have to shake well before use), bought one smart phone, and after some time got a smarter phone. The phone got smarter and smarter that I wonder if it'll outsmart me one day.

During those years I could carry up to 3 phones everywhere. I felt it was just ridiculous. One is personal, one for work, another is a backup that I sometimes would just want to throw in the bin. 2 of them are latest styles of smart phone where you practically can do everything from managing your schedule, browsing, updating your fb status, twit, etc. And like every gadget these days they're not manufactured to last a life time, eventually it fails on you. This time it was my HTC Touch that can slide. I like it so much, I put a lot of data there, and seeing it failing on me I lost interest in updating myself to the latest model. What for? To be dying after a couple of years? Such a waste. I paid good money on that! :(

I still got my BB from work, I can go online with that, and I was ready to just go with 1 smart phone. For the sake of keeping my personal number alive so on my birthday I bought myself one of those crapberry phones where you can only make calls and text. But for now it's sufficient. It was cheap (only 300k) and only limited people know that number that my latest phone bill was only 70k. Not bad!

Patience is a struggle

2011-09-01T18:15:00.000-07:00

Point me the most patient person in the world, I shall learn from him/her how to have this virtue in my life. I believe even the most patient person had their moments, that would be impatient moments.

My moments, to be honest, had increased the past few months due to moving to a new job. It’s mainly because I’ve to drive more and it’s notorious that driving in Bali can give one a heart attack. You have daredevils, you have people you don’t have street manner, basically you come across a lot of fellow drivers that actually don’t deserve to have a driving license let alone driving on the streets. The impatience increase also in dealing with people. It’s so hard when you have to deal with things that don’t go the way you want, and deal with people who don’t act the way you expected them to be.

Then I come across this story from Max Lucado called A Picture of Patience. And the last sentence just opened up my eyes… God is patient with me, He is patient with those reckless drivers on the street, He is patient with my friends, He is patient with my family.. Imagine the load of patience He has to pour out for each of us, day in day out

I was floored. The story really touched me, but that quote is the thing that moved me. So allow me to quote it here, which is a good reminder for me mostly.

“God is being patient with you” (2 Pet. 3:9). And if God is being patient with you, can’t you pass on some patience to others? Of course you can. Because before love is anything else: Love is patient.

Splurge

2011-08-10T19:04:00.000-07:00

Well the tiny black car is now 5 years old. Still strong, fast enough, but is in need for more pampering and maintenance. It’s even more high maintenance than I am! Last month I had to extend the yearly license, at the same time I was supposed to extend the insurance, but they refused because they said it’s 5 years old. That is the silliest excuse I’ve ever had. They should check my record, I didn’t even claim for insurance last year! Rrrrrrrrr…..

Just this month 3 items need maintenance. Big items, namely aircon, audio and window. Aircon is totally the first thing I’ve to fix. I’m in Bali and you can’t survive driving around on a hot day without aircon. Audio can wait, although it’s really not fun driving in silence. Window tinting is also a big must, I should get tinting that will keep the car cool but not too dark that make it look like a mob car.

Splurge, and on a car? How to justify that? More important, how to finance them?

Sneaky business

2011-01-20T17:24:00.000-08:00

There’s just a lot of way to make money by being sneaky to your customer(s), but it sure isn’t classy if you’re doing it in the most obvious way.

So my watch needed battery replacement. I took it to a place which seemed professional. I wasn’t sure to take it there because I went there once for same purpose and within 2 weeks the battery was dead again. I let my watch died for months, the thought of having it done in Jakarta was ridiculous. But if it has to be done that way, no choice.

In the spirit of giving them a 2nd chance I went again. I asked how much. 60 k (quite expensive). I asked if there is any warranty. No. I asked if they could do it in front of me. No, the tool is inside, we take a new battery here, and bring it in. Pretty sneaky considering they could swap it with an old battery that will be dead in 2 weeks like they did before. What really annoyed me was her attitude when she said, “well if you don’t want it you can take your watch.” And that was exactly what I did. I’m not going to burn another 60k for an old battery!

After sharing with a friend of this sneaky way of doing business she recommended me a place. It wasn’t even a store, just a small corner in front of a mall. The guy was totally professional, the battery was only 30k, he give 3 month warranty (marked a date inside the watch’s lid), took a new battery, tested the power and replaced the old one in front of me.

It’s been 3 weeks and the watch is still working perfectly, so if you’re looking for a good watch guy, I would definitely vouch for him.

Back to reality

2010-12-26T19:46:00.000-08:00

I spent the past 6 weeks in US, strictly for holiday (tho I still work online). I had a really nice time. The timing was perfect to celebrate my birthday and thanks giving which was close to my birthday. It was simply a nice cozy family time, a chance to reconnect with my sis, get to know her hubby better and met their friendly dog.

Going back to my reality I felt like I was floating. I didn’t really want to come back, I preferred to be on holiday for a lot longer. It wasn’t as if I went from places to places frantically. We did went places, but we weren’t being busy bodies. Most of my time was spent with my sis’ fam, cooking, helping her doing mundane things, but during those insignificant time something important was built, which is that sister bond. I learned how she lives, how she adapt to the completely new surrounding, how she learned to embrace her new country.

Being away for 6 weeks, learning new things, living a new set of life and ‘boom’ I’m sent back to where I came from, sure isn’t the best feeling. Had to drag myself to go back to work, and though there’s a lot of resistance in me I had to live my own reality again. Good thing (miraculously) I didn’t suffer any jet lag, so that didn’t add the problem.

A cup of souffle with the gals

2010-06-28T00:31:00.000-07:00

We have planned on getting together to try out this new fancy resto in Seminyak area for some time, but never get down to it because one reason or another. Mine was mainly because the place is very fancy, it just doesn’t feel right to just casually go there. If there’s something to celebrate, that would justify it.

So we finally agreed to go this weekend. M sure was nice, typical resort hang out place, laid back setting but still hip on the selection of interior that create nice ambiance, add with a view of paddy field, which was surely peaceful.

We each ordered soufflé, for myself it was pistachoco soufflé. We were warned that it would take at least 25 mins for them to make but lo and behold, when they finally brought it the presentation itself was certainly worth the wait. Pretty plumpy soufflé covered with what I suspected to be choco powder, next to a tiny cup of pistachio sauce, then whip cream sprayed with more choco powder and shorbet of vanilla sitting on a slice of marmalade.

On one side it made my mouth water, but on the other hand it’s just so pretty I didn’t have the heart to puncture the soufflé so I can pour pistachio and start enjoying the taste in my mouth. But the inevitable happened, and my the first bite was exhilarating. A perfect dessert for a nice cozy afternoon, accompanied by two fabulous friends.

Who said one should have something special to celebrate to go to a fancy place for dining or simply enjoy dessert? No, I’m not implying that I would have this as a new tradition, because it’s too darn expensive to do on a regular basis. So even though we didn’t have anything in particular to celebrate, it was some sort of celebrating something we’re grateful to have, which is a good life. With that in mind, I immerse myself in the delight of a soufflé, grateful that in this life I’m blessed.

Trailing shredded papers

2010-05-09T20:00:00.000-07:00

It’s been a while since the last time I did tracking and to enjoy the nature while running along pathways.

Last Saturday was a good chance. My ex boss suggested me to join so I went. It was held by a group called HHH and they do this every Saturday. Non members had to pay 30 k rups. There were 3 paths, short one for kids, medium for teenagers-adult, and long ones for people who’s up for the challenge. I went for the medium one.

We went through small paths, crossed paddy fields, walked alongside the Ayung river, climb a bit and boy did my heart pounded that I decided I need to just slow down and let others pass. I didn’t have to worry to get lost because they leave trails of shredded papers every 10m. Even if the papers were scattered and unable to be found it’s Bali, how lost can one be?

When I was catching my breath I decided that this wasn’t supposed to be a race. Yes, the plan was to run, but when you go across paddy field you could hardly run, you have to focus on the road. And when you go too fast you’re too focused you forgot to enjoy the surrounding. So I slowed my pace (still on a quick walk), took time to look around, enjoy the scenery and breathed in as much fresh air as possible.

Yes, it was exhausting, but it sure was more fun than running on a boring soccer field. Think I’ll join again some time in the near future. Unfortunately it was too distracting to bring camera, but who knows the group might upload some like they usually do.

After the run we had some freshies. Snacks, real meal and also free flow of beer. Hmm.. quite a combination eh, beer after run. The cook who prepared the meal was greeted, they had this song where at the end the cook had to gulp down a glassful. Fun!

Side money

2010-03-26T03:06:00.000-07:00

In this economy (a phrase you hear often these days), one can definitely use some side money, honest way of course. I ran into this article on how to earn side money. It’s UK based, but some of the pointers could be used in other parts of the world.

I myself am looking for one, in an honest decent way and not hindering work, and not in a sneaky way either. I’d like to write about a sneaky way that happens a lot in my world, which is asking for commission from any suppliers for the supply the company, or commission after recommending a product or service. The temptation of being procurement staff.

And ooh the temptation. Just the other day blind supplier slipped 300k rups in my hand as ‘gratitude’. I gave it back and said just give me a discount the next time I order. That’s a fairly small order. Imagine the amount of money I would get from a big order, and it’s known that on big purchase you’re entitled to get 5% commission.

But money doesn’t come easy, not even commission. It became something like a bond, everytime you need that product you have to go back to the same supplier. If this is the best supplier, fine, if it’s not and the company caught this ‘under the table money’ practice, you’re risking your job.

A friend of mine who designs knick-knacks and low budget jewelry is a bit stuck in this matter. In one of networking effort she met a guy who could recommend her to a store, and of course there’s the commission if the store agree to display her stuff. She’s stuck when after a couple of month she has to pay the commission every time she gets payment from the store. I told her that’s already too much, he’s ripping her off and she should tell the greedy mole to go away.

I’m keeping my eyes and ears open for opportunities. Maybe I should be more active, but somehow it won’t feel right for the company. Of course I won’t do this during working hours, strictly off working hours and weekends.

Nyepi trip

2010-03-20T17:20:00.000-07:00

After staying in Bali for Nyepi for 2 years in a row this year I decided to flee the island and have a mini break. Destination: Malang (East Java).

Us, three ladies board the bus on Friday afternoon (3.12) in Ubung terminal and started our journey. I didn’t have time to grab anything to eat, and then during it’s rough turn all of a sudden I felt my head spinning (never that bad!) and hurriedly I grabbed my bag and rushed to the back of the bus. At the claustrophobic room I threw up (eww). It was weird, because the symptoms were completely different from what I usually had. Well, I guess I get to learn something new about my body.

The rest of the trip went well, arrived in Malang at 5am, picked up by G’s father and we had a good rest on a flat bed (finally).

By 10 am we were all sober and ready for our first tour, which is Bale Kambang. Quite a journey (3 hour ride). The place was packed, mostly by Javanese Hindus who were doing ceremony for Nyepi (Seclusion day). I suggested we have lunch there because it was already 2pm, and the road there was hardly any place to eat.

After lunch we rushed to Sendang Biru, which was another long drive. When we got there it was already 6 so we missed sunset. The beach is small, crowded with small boats that could take you across to Pulau Sempu or circling it for 100k. All in all it was a good trip. Long drive, would be better not to squeeze them in 1 day.

Day 2 was city trip. Went to pasar (my favourite) and visited Museum Bentoel (cigarette factory). Had lunch at Rawon Nguling. It was excellent. Big portion (even after sharing we still have left over) and tasted reaaally good.

Day 3. Early morning we got up and headed for Mount Bromo. Quite interesting, they don’t permit you to bring your own vehicle, but have to rent from the Koperasi (local corporation). Package ride is 275k include Penanjakan and crater. I thought we were going to climb and hike, but we didn’t. It was a short hike at Penanjakan and you’ll find yourself in an established viewing spot to wait until dawn break and you can watch magnificent view of mountains. It was cloudy/misty, but the view was still wonderful. I could stay there all day, but we had to continue.

We rode back on the landy and the driver took us to see the sea sand to climb up the crater. It was quite a walk, 2k 1way. They provide horses, official price was 100k, but as you start walking the horse owners will follow you and offer you ‘under the table’ price. Half way they were even willing to get paid for 20k only. But not us, we were determined to walk our way up. It sure was exhausting, but worth it, the crater was interesting, just remember don’t inhale so much, it’s poisonous.

2010-03-20T17:18:00.000-07:00

Since it was still early my friend decided to add waterfall trip. I was surprised, and a bit annoyed since I was not ready for hiking that include walking on streams. So there I was, hiking bare feet. I was too proud to borrow the guide’s sandal. When the waterfall came to view I just stared and absorb the view and announced that I wasn’t going to finish and will just return. Figure I’ve seen enough. I was too stubborn to wait for the guide and went back by myself. Quite a challenge to find the correct path, but I made it in one piece, thank God. Note: never try that or you’ll get bristles.

The last day in Malang we only ride around town, checked out China town and did some shopping. By 5 we were back on the bus, ready to get back. This time it was worse. No, I didn’t throw up (:p), but due to Nyepi in Bali the ferry can only enter at 4am. So there we were, arrived at the port around midnight and already there were queue. We finally aboard on the ferry at 8am. 8 hours of wait, and the bus kept running (pooh.. talk about environmentally friendly).

Sure had a good time in Malang. Hmm.. where shall we go next year? :)

tax.. oh tax..

2010-03-05T21:28:00.000-08:00

Who in this world would have a love relationship with tax? I think a lot of people loathe the idea of being checked by the tax office. Oh not me, I voluntarily went there to have my report checked. There wasn’t any change from the previous year, but I wasn’t sure and went to see my AR (Account Representative) and have her checked my report.

After some chatting she told me that the calculation I used was not to be applied in my working circumstance. In other words, she gave me the wrong calculation. She took a new blank form and walked me through from monthly salary, total salary p.a., calculate percentage and lo and behold, I owe the government 4.5 mill rups. And that’s not the end of it. She asked for my 2008 report, re-calculated with the same formula, and gladly announced I owe 6,3 mill rups and have to submit correctional form.

I was in shock. I completely understood the calculation, but how did she misunderstood my explanation and resulting me owing the government 10.8 million rups??!! And she didn’t even apologize for that mistake. Argggghhh...... As a consolation she told me right now I just need to pay the amount owed for 2009, and deal with 2008 later. Yeah of course, that doesn’t really help.

This created a disaster in my financial situation, especially when I’m trying to rearrange everything, from income, spending, paying tax, etc. Maybe I should have just kept quiet and submit my tax report on the drop box? But of course that doesn’t solve the problem, as it will arise sooner or later. But I really hope she’s right and stick to the calculation, and not another misunderstanding and changing it again the next time I go there. It sure cost me a lot.

Antisocial animal

2010-02-21T14:10:00.000-08:00

I think I’m quite antisocial, and realizing it doesn’t serve me any good on occasions I would push myself to be more social, even start a contact with another human being. On weekends like this I’d be happy to just stay in, clean up, read books or watch DVD all day. But my current job doesn’t allow me to be much social so on weekend I have to balance work with play. Meet up with friends, or if I’m lucky meet new ones.

I don’t know if avoiding certain people is also part of being antisocial. In particular I don’t hang out with my boss (current nor past bosses), and definitely prefer not have anything to do with them during the weekend. Just the other day after strolling by 66 beach with a couple of friends we decided to get some salad in a burrito place. When we were going in I could see my boss was already there with his family. I turned around and left, texted my friend that if they won’t change place I’d just go home.

Is that normal or plain weird? It was dark, fortunately. I don’t want my boss to see me left like that and got offended or I can say byebye to my bonus..

Do not take it personally..

2010-02-01T18:42:00.000-08:00

I sometimes feel puzzled when someone, on trying to console me when other people say or do something nasty, would say, “Ohh, don’t take it personally, he didn’t mean it, he might just had a bad day.” A big part of me reject that, because someone was hurting my feelings and this other person was telling me how to take it, how to feel about it? Let me do my own feeling, thank you very much!

Then a twist of what said, I wonder whether that person would do the same thing? Somebody (say, his or her boss) came up to him or her and said something nice and then I’d say, “Ohh, don’t take it personally, he didn’t mean it”. Huh?? Well of course if what he said just came out of nowhere we could be suspicious. Either he has a favor to ask, or he did something bad and was trying to make it up. It gets harder and harder to find people doing nice thing just because, without a hidden agenda.

I’m that kind of person. Wary when people are trying to be nice to me, because somewhere there must be something behind it, although I don’t let myself get carried away analyzing it. The same wariness works for unkind things people do or say. If you observe closely you can see that some people just need to leash out negative feelings, and the rest are just mean.

Back to being crappy, I know this particular person, X, who tend to talk a lot, with many syrupy adverbs and polished up words that you usually find on travel magz. It’s just blaaaahh.. An example, you did something as simple as lending a pen and the compliments you got make could make you blush. Smooth talker, a friend said.

Not so long ago I failed to do something for X, which I would argue that it’s not even my obligation. And out of nowhere, X went ballistic saying a lot of crap that were supposed to make me feel guilty. Where did that come from?? But luckily I’m well trained; this kind of crap doesn’t deserve a place in my head. I knew the intention, and it definitely was not going to happen. I know 100% that if X wanted to lay it all on the table X didn’t have a case and had no right blowing up like that.

Despite what happened, at the back of my head I didn’t feel any regret. I knew this was going to happen sooner or later. Watching X the past few months, being a flatterer and trying so hard to be a source of positive energy, I was just waiting to see the other side of X. Curious, whether X going to talk about it. I’m ready, bring it on…

89 going 90!

2010-01-11T10:45:00.000-08:00

Sounds old? Yep, coz that’s how old my granny is. She’s celebrating her 89th birthday this January and as if everything was meant to be everybody in my family who were away could come together and be at the gathering (it’s not a party, besides she’s too old for partying eh?).

So all of us from Bali, Nola, Yangon and Bontang came to Jakarta for the big event and more family time. The gathering was nice, warm with lots of prayers. Aside from all her children and grandchildren, she also invited retire women who are also members of the choir granny I sin. She’s so blessed.

Next year would be a the big 90. I already planted the idea that the kids should plan big celebration for their mother. Celebration of life. But we’ll see, first thing she should be alive to have one in the first place, right?

Unexpected gift

2009-11-29T21:45:00.000-08:00

So last Friday was my birthday, unexpectedly it was a holiday so I got a loooong weekend (yay!). And since it was day off no obligation for me to bring cake to the office. Over the past years I’ve invited friends to dinner, so for them it’s a tradition, and of course they expect me to keep it. But not this year, buddy. To my colleagues from previous office I told him it’s no longer a tradition anymore. I wish I could, but I got other obligations and allocate my finance for that.

And to my closest friends I kept it, but slightly did it differently. I usually go for a jog at the beach on holidays, so I thought wouldn’t be cool to have friends join, I could jog, they could swim or simply hang out at the beach and later have breakfast.

So I had my jog at 6.45, from 66 up to Lalu, and then went back. I was glad they showed up in time, two kept yawning, but didn’t complain. Had good chat while watching the beach and delicious burrito breakfast and fresh fruits. It was an excellent birthday morning. We were tempted to continue our breakfast bash to lunch, but it was getting hot and muggy and I decided I needed to go home and clean up. Though I brought change, but if felt quite icky.

So all in all it’s a good change from an old tradition. Healthy too! Maybe next year we can have whole day bash? ☺

The Safari on the east coastline

2009-10-30T01:38:00.000-07:00

I had my first “guide job”.

Well it was not an official job, since the main idea was taking some friends on a tour around the island. They asked me for a couple of tours, one is to go up in the mountain and another to the Safari Park. I didn’t mind about the park, but had to apologize not being able to take them to the mountain as I don’t feel confident taking 3 bules... What if we got lost? What if I got car problem (oh no!).

So they were excited enough that I was willing to take them to the Safari Park. We went there, I parked my car and we got the tix. I think I did my job pretty well, I gathered all the information they needed, took pictures of them with orang utan, lions, which they enjoyed so much), arranged extra tours, asked for directions, etc. And more important, I took them back and forth safely (thank God, no car problem).

The Safari was good, a lot of good stuff, and they had good shows too, tho too patronizing, like they don’t consider that a lot of the visitors are not 5 year olds. But it was well managed, a lot to complete (like the Marine park), lots of room for development.

So that went well. Lots of good stuff, for them and for me. For me I got free tix and free supper, they even reimbursed my gasoline generously. It was fun!

When doing good is hard to do..

2009-10-10T10:48:00.000-07:00

It’s that time of the year when I was supposed to donate blood (after more than 3 months). I lined up at the counter, waiting to have my blood pressure checked.

100/80. Too low, so I was refused (again). Oh well..

My mind went to a friend who just died from an accident. Wondered if only the doctors could harvested his organs... I’m not going into any debate of what the family would think, what should and shouldn’t be done. Simply reminded of a scene from ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ when the senior doctor insisted the newly dead youngster’s organs should be harvested, so that way at least his death was not a waste…

Again, not judging whether his life (and his death) was a waste, but the possibility of benefiting when one has met his deadline and has nothing else to offer.

Garra rufa

2009-09-19T16:24:00.000-07:00

Garra rufa aka doctor fish are my new tiny friends.

Although they're meant to treat skin disease, by all means I don't have any, but the past few months work has been pretty hard to my sole skin. They're now rough and cracked. So I tried out the new treatment in a spa corner in some mall. Plunge in your feet and sit there for half an hour. At first it was ticklish that I could barely kept my feet down. But after some giggles you start to ignore it. You could feel it nibbling on your skin, but you can't tell if it's actually eating the areas you want to be treated.

Result? I honestly don't see any change of feet skin, but I guess to treat what I got now I need pedicure. Til next time, my friends..

of grabbing an opportunity..

2009-09-16T19:16:00.000-07:00

It was a glorious day, tho like any normal days nothing indicated it was going to be one. Actually it started rough and along the way became more frustrating. Just one of those days when no matter how hard you try you just can't accomplish anything.

Not wanting to dwell in frustration I decided to go out to take care of another matter. And just 100 m out of the building something caught my eyes. A motorbike lying in the middle of the read, a body lying unmoved and a man approaching the body and dragged it to the side of the road. He then later moved the motorbike and left the premise. I wasn't aware that the man was actually the person who hit this poor man! He managed to left without anybody noticing that he was the crook!

After some useless discussion among the watchers (people who just gather around without any real intention of helping), I announced that I will take the guy, but I'll need someone to go with me, and hold the guy on the way to hospital. In short, we managed to transport the guy, and his fam and friends later came to claim him and arrange medical papers.

The minute everything was done I was so relieved that I started to sob. It was unexplainable, I don't even try to explain it. All I can think was how lucky I was to be there when it happened and to offer help without hesitation. Of all the times I passed an accident, I finally given the opportunity to actually help. Not worrying about reward or thank you, but had that chance of being a good Samaritan to somebody in need.

With that, every frustration, every bad things that happened for the month seem sooo unmeaningful.

A worse case where money CAN change people.

2009-08-23T19:42:00.000-07:00

I’m sure you know the saying that money change people. When people are poor they’re humble, know their place, and suddenly money felt out of the sky and they went for all the good things, forgot about their past life and think they can do things to other people because they have cash. Just the other day I had the strangest experience where someone can change 180 degrees because of money.

There’s this guy I knew, and I’ve worked with him a couple of occasions and both were not a good experience. I decided that I’m not going to work with him anymore, but due to pressing situation last week I had to. So I called him up and said what I needed, which was labor.

The day ended and I had to pay the daily labor. The guy wasn’t around. I thought it was good, that way the workers get their full pay for the day and won’t get cut. I hate the idea of paying someone for doing nothing.

The following day I still used the same labor. And lo and behold, later in the afternoon the guy went crazy and screamed I should pay him and not directly to the workers, and also said just because you have money you can’t do that.. HUH?? What does that have to do with anything? I had to bite my tongue because there were a lot of people, including my boss. He later pushed me and that really got me but luckily I didn’t hit him. Javanese would say “sing waras ngalah”, which literally means the sane one should back off.

He left. But apparently still wasn’t happy so he called me again. I said fine he could come to collect the money. When he showed up he repeated what he already said, which becoming really boring. And at a point I raised my voice and said he can’t do that to me either, pushing me and has no respect to a woman.

During that process I arranged payment, and the minute he has the cash in his hand he was a totally different person. He even apologized. But that’s about it. I promised him I’ll never call him again for a job, and this time I intend to keep it.

Different beach; different sunset

2009-08-18T18:35:00.000-07:00

A long weekend.. yay.. long waited too..

I’m just so thrilled that I can have a day off, and it’s on a Monday too! I’m never good at planning things for myself, I could’ve traveled, but here I am stuck in the island. While others were busy deciding which party to go to (many venues held this 72 hours non-stop party). I’m not much of a party animal, so I go for something simpler, in the back of my mind I just wanted to go to the beach and spend time relaxing. All by myself or with friends doesn’t matter.

In Bali, you can pick any beach you want to go. Depends on where they are of course, you can either pick Sanur for sunrise, or many beaches along the south coast line for sunset.

What I finally did was spending sunsets, 3 days in a row, at 3 different beaches.
Saturday: Jimbaran bay
Sunday: 66
Monday: Echo beach

All were magnificent. There was some clouds in Jimbaran, but it was still beautiful. A simple lifestyle that one can never get enough of.

A bowl of silver..

2009-05-23T16:58:00.000-07:00

It’s so delightful. Try running your hands through the silvery pebbles.. imagine what things you can make out of a kilogram of pure silver.

All kinds of bling-bling
small statue of yourself
utensils you can use for eating
or simply keep them as pebbles so occasionally you can play with them while admiring how they shine...

The good Samaritan

2009-05-15T19:25:00.000-07:00

It’s quite surprising that nowadays a good Samaritan still exists. Someone who simply lend a hand without wanting something in return.

I’ll give you two incidents as s a comparison. An evening a few Saturdays ago with a group of friends I went to Kuta to hang out. When we decided to leave my friend’s car wouldn’t start. We approached the parking crews to help us. One of the guys, even before starting to give the car a push demanded us to pay 50k for the service. It’s quite a lot for just a push, but I guess it had passed midnight and he thought the help was even more costly, while he was basically ripping off people who needed a help.

The next occasion, I slightly hit a motorbike who stopped in the middle of the road with no signal. Slightly meaning he didn’t even feel it, only realized he caused it (although he didn’t admit it, because he insisted he gave a right signal) when another motorbike hit my car quite hard.

In short, I settled the problem with the guy on my behind, while the other guy who didn't suffering anything left. Some scratch on both bumpers, also my license plate was messed up. I looked at it and decided to fix it on the weekend. But lo and behold, the next time I remembered about it and took a look it was already fixed! Nice and flat, and attached perfectly to the bumper, as if the collision never happened.

I tried to figure out who this kind angel might be. I asked the guy who own the house where I usually park my car, but he said he didn’t do anything. He’s the only person I’m ‘suspicious’ of, but since he denied it I’ve no idea who did it. Well, I guess I can only be grateful that such person still exists… God bless his heart. :)

When doing good is hard to do..

2009-05-05T15:51:00.001-07:00

It’s that time of the year when I was supposed to donate blood (after more than 3 months). I lined up at the counter, waiting to have my blood pressure checked.

100/80. Too low, so I was refused (again). Oh well..

My mind went to a friend who just died from an accident. Wondered if only the doctors could harvested his organs .. I’m not going into any debate of what the family would think, what should and shouldn’t be done. Simply reminded of a scene from ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ when the senior doctor insisted the newly dead youngster’s organs should be harvested while they can.

a good day to die?

2009-05-03T10:05:00.000-07:00

It's such a heart breaking that I have to write another entry on death....

Similar with what I wrote months ago, it was motor bike accident, but this time he didn't even make it to the hospital.

The story I heard was that he got home from a party, doing his usual thing, drunk and rode on his motorbike. Collided with another motorbike in Seminyak area and hit his head hard.

He wrote something on his fb a few days ago... hoping to survive 2009. (was that premonition?)

He was young and talented..

And we share similar name.. nobody's going to call me Aldita anymore...

fine day to vote..

2009-04-16T21:21:00.000-07:00

but I didn't vote.. thanks to this new job.

So I got transferred to a US based company who has furniture business in Bali. No transfer fee, mind you, as I'm not as valuable as Beckham :p. They have a project going on in Bali and in need of someone who could help them with local arrangements. I only took it because it's a "project" so not necessarily a full time/long term employment. I thought it's a good way to spend my "free time" where I can be in Bali, still have a job to pay my expenses until I can ace another job.

A couple of week passed, and there I found myself back to where I was a couple of years ago... slowly see myself drowning in work. What was agreed as 4 days a week term is now 5 as they really need it. It's not 8-5.. more like 8-whenever (haha..).

But I'm not complaining. And it's not because money talks (it pays lower than what I got previously). I still have this idea on my head that it's temporary, I do all I can to help them, then I'll jump to another job.

But that's my idea.. might not be God's idea..
In fact, I don't know what God's idea is.. Have been wondering about it myself. I got this job without any pain. It was sort of fell on my lap. Yes, I don't like the set up as a whole, but so far it's been interesting.. Not easy, I can say as I handle everything, but yes, interesting.

Well, tomorrow's another day, and it happens to be a holiday.. Good Friday! followed by better Saturday and best Sunday :). I would take some time off to think, do some soul searching, rethink everything, then we can go from there... I hope :)

Vote for earth..

2009-03-27T09:20:00.000-07:00

Earth Hour... Another big words, big idea, I wonder if people actually respond to it.. and how many? Am not being sarcastic about it, just seems such effort is just futile. Big deal. I like what PLN did, a simple message of: turn off electricity if you don't use it!

Take me for instance, 1 person living in a house. What kind of saving do I actually make if I turn off my lamps for 1 hour on March 28? I've been frugal in spending sources, like not buying telly, as oppose to people who have it turned on during their waking hours, and even let themselves fall asleep in front of it.

Why not target the big fishes? Close the malls at 8pm, or even 7pm for 1 day? Assign all building management to send their employees home at 7pm so they can turn off unnecessary wasted energy (like the entire floor is lit just to accommodate one sad workaholic). Those skyscrapers sure suck up a lot of energy. I'm aware they're running a business, but seriously, how much selling do they make while the items they're selling only 10% (or less) of the population could afford?

Balinese should be proud that they don't need the program. They already have what's called Nyepi (seclusion day), 24 hours of quietness every year (this year falls on March 26). No light, no cars, no business should be open, even the airport is shut down.

This is my 2nd time spending it in Bali and didn't run away to a different island. It was actually nice. At night it was pitch black that you could see stars.. they’re a lot of them, scattered in wide sky.. beautiful. And early morning, as I woke up, cool breeze blowing from the paddy field across and the sound of quiet was just sublime.

Will I be here to enjoy this next year?

Is holiday about to end?

2009-03-25T19:12:00.000-07:00

Everyday is Sunday in Bali, that's my motto ever since I moved to Bali. I don't conceal the fact that I work like crazy on weekdays (darn those surfers who only got surfing on their to do list!!), but when I'm free, it's just play.

Residing in a small island and living the "island people" lifestyle works perfectly well with me. Work can be crazy stressful but that's it, you leave it there. You don't have to face another stress, endure the headache of being stuck in a traffic jam for hours.. everyday!

During weekdays I'm surrounded with greenies, when you're bored and your eyes start to water from staring at the lappy all you need to do is turn your head outside the window, and there you are, staring into a different world where all you can see is paddy grasses sprouting food. It stays like that until your boss comes into view and rushing across the field.

And the weekends.. you're totally indulged with varieties.. different kind of beaches along the coast, you can never get enough of it. If you’re not a beach person there are several mountains you can climb. Shopping mall is a place at the bottom on your list of where you want to spend time at.

Just when I thought my holiday's over, an opportunity opens to extend it. God is kind. I got an offer helping some businessmen setting up a business here. I actually got an offer in the big city, but their taking their sweet little time so while I wait I decided to give the setting up business a chance. By doing this I at least got another three months of holiday. When the time runs out we'll see where my loyalty should be.

Life is good!! :)

Ever feel like jumping?

2009-03-09T20:06:00.000-07:00

So I spent another long weekend in the big city. This time it was a bit different. I told myself that since things have changed, therefore before making any (hasty) decision I have to know what the consequences are (of course). If I were to move back to the big city I have to be ready for what I'm coming back for.

Luckily I came back when a lot of homo Jakartensis were away, either to Puncak, to Bandung (a friend who went there confirmed it was packed), to Bali, or even abroad. So the city was less crowded. It was good, but I didn't get to experience the "real" Jakarta, in this case the nerve wrecking traffic jams. I didn't experience any when I went places. So when I was on the road I tried to imagine how bad it would be.

The other thing I knew what I would come back to was the grandeur "shopping malls". Sadly, in 2 days I had to meet several of friends at four different malls. I wouldn't say it was terrible, because at least I get to see them. It was sort of accepting. It is what it is. Yet I still felt it's a shame that of all the places men built, it's the mall that's the most popular to get together. At least for us. I actually didn't mind visiting other places like a park, a museum, or even visit them at their homes. (Did I hear someone said the beach??). But they made the decision, so I tag along.

Going back to Bali, just when the plane took off in SH airport a vision caught me and it was just amazing. As we went into big clouds going up and up, suddenly the clouds were cleared and the sun was shining really bright. It was beautiful! And the clouds... they were like huge cotton that looked quite comfy to sit on. Now that would be an excellent cushions to sit on and talk, spend lazy times with friends while viewing what's going on down below... :)

Farmers market

2009-02-22T19:40:00.000-08:00

Café Batu Jimbar is an alternative place to have lunch (or brunch) on a fine Sunday morning/afternoon. Located in Sanur it’s a good change if one’s tired of Kuta/Seminyak.

It started as a weekly farmers market, a combination of food and products selling but a friend of mine who was the only product seller checked out several months ago and what was left was food and some flowers. The food range from Indonesian dishes, and one or two international dishes aside from what’s offered in the café menu. My favorite would be ‘nasi kuning’ and muscle. Not ordered at once of course.

My friends the gardeners used to sell organic veggies (I sometimes bought mixed salad and strawberries), and lovely plants or flowers. Aside from them there would be varieties of organic products, such as jams, muesli, sugar, brown sugar, and organic bread, bagels, etc..

It’s interesting to see how awareness of “wellness” grew in the lives of many people in Bali (either living permanently or visiting). People are so crazed about organic, yoga, harmony of body-mind-soul that sometimes the whole idea sound overrated. They quickly pick up veggies and fruits labeled ‘organic’ without questioning, let alone having complete understanding of what the idea is all about that there’s a certain standard has to meet, during plantation, harvesting and so on.

My friends’ input is easy, if it’s labeled organic, the farmer would welcome anybody to come to their farm/garden and observe how they grow the food. And yes, my friends welcome people in their garden.

I personally am not obsessed about it. As long as the veggies/fruits I eat looks fresh, and certain it was cooked in normal manner, and edible, bring it on. If you start worrying, your palate can’t enjoy anything. Of course you’re potentially healthier by eating organic, but doesn’t your mind start wandering that the farmers used cow manure, and godknowswhat gross stuff. For this.. ignorance is bliss.. :)

Another snorkeling trip.

2009-02-15T09:16:00.000-08:00

Tulamben. USAT Liberty shipwreck.

I was very much looking forward to going snorkeling in Tulamben again, the trip last October was total fun. Plunged in, swam toward the shipwreck, only caught a glimpse of some colorful fish. Water was somewhat unclear, the dive master said the past few days it’s been raining so blah blah, can’t see very far. Ugh!

Slightly envious watching the divers go all the way down to the shipwreck, wonder if it’s clearer down there. Can’t be right?

Had lunch with dive masters, it was just fascinating listening to their diving experiences. Of course at the end they tried to sell a lesson. Well, for that I need to visit my ENT doc and if he give me the green light I would sign up for a lesson first chance I get! BUT if not, I just have to be content watching videos as this one.

History:
The 120m long wreck rests on a 90 degree angle with the deck facing the open sea and used to be an American supply ship.Anchored off the coast of Lombok, the ship was hit by a Japanese torpedo during World War II. Miraculously nobody got hurt, but the damage turned the ship into a non-functioning and useless hull. The American Navy's plan to tow the ship to Singaraja harbour (north Bali) failed as the harbour was completely occupied, so the ship was intentionally stranded on the rocky beach of Tulamben, where it was unloaded.

In 1963 Mount Agung (the volcano which towers over Tulamben) erupted and the magma flow pressed the ship back into the sea where it presently rests at a depth of 3 to 29 metres. Since then, coral has coated the wreckage turning it into a new home for an extraordinary number of fish, coral and invertebrates. bump-head parrotfish, napoleon wrasse and barracuda are regularly spotted around the wreck.

Blood, anyone?

2009-02-01T18:26:00.000-08:00

I’ve always had this fantasy (fantasy??) of dying empty. The empty part would be this vessel I live in, where all the essential parts are taken away, being used by other human being, until it’s completely immobile, and has nothing else to offer.

The movie 7 Pounds kinda resonate that deep wish. I’ve signed a card that if anything happens to me and I can’t be resuscitated my eyes will be donated. Which reminds me, I’ve to find that card.. Need to do the same for other organs, heart, intestines, kidneys, lungs, liver, and pancreas. The process seems to be very painful, but at the same time the right thing to do. Sounds weird eh?

Well today I had my first chance of being accepted to donate blood. After church they announced that PMI (Indonesian Red Square) was ready for people who wanted to donate blood. Without hesitation I had my blood pressure checked and I passed! I was thrilled, yet at the same time nervous of the consequences. You see I’ve been denied 3 times, twice because of low blood pressure and once because it was less than a week after my period. My anxiety has to do with my body’s reaction, whether I will have giddiness, or even get sick? Well, I guess I have to watch and observe.

I was declared healthy as a horse and was ready to donate. 30 minutes later 350ml of my blood was drawn in a plastic pack for people in need. Nope, I’m not banking it for myself, besides O type is common.

Mini break

2009-01-26T19:10:00.000-08:00

Avoiding matters is never in my blood, but I can use a refreshing distraction. To keep myself sane I needed something different other than a reminder after another of the crap that’s been going on my life. And different is what I got.

With a friend I jumped in a boat and sailed to another island across Badung strait called Nusa Lembongan. It was a nice big boat (or was it a yacht?) that could carry more than 200 pax. And by the time we got there it was all about the ocean. We were drunk of it. Snorkeling non-stop, swimming in the sea, observing the corals, checking out the next beach, and more swimming. It was a lovely place, and we’re blessed with a lovely day too! We could care less of silly game like banana boat, let the Chinese/Korean tourists have their claws on it.

And that’s exactly what I needed. Sea water to rinse all the clutter in my head, swimming to give a different exhaustion to my body that’s tensed from stressing matters. And salty air to fill my lungs.

Life is good.

Bookkeeping faces

2009-01-18T18:43:00.000-08:00

What does it mean when you got notification that you got tons of email? Yay, social life is picking up (virtually). But your spirit dropped when it’s just email notifying X confirms that you’re his friend, Y tagged you a picture and Z wrote a comment in your wall. Some excitement.

I’ve abandoned Friendster for as long as I can remember (can’t even remember the password), and never really interested in accepting a bunch of other invites to join 'internet networking' services, such as Jhoos, hi5, linkedin, plaxo, etc, etc. Who really wants to have 5 different accounts to be connected with the same people? If I want to connect I simply buzz them on YM or Skype, or send them a nice email. It’s just tacky to have a program that automatically sends you each movement of what’s happening in your networking account. In a day you’ll receive at least 10 notification emails, and that if you so far only have 15 friends. Quite a clutter to clean up everyday.

I’m not even going to talk about the competition to have as many friends as possible. Everybody wants to befriend with Mr. Popular. To tell the truth I have some 'friend request' I haven’t approved. Firstly I don’t know who they are, secondly I don’t know why they want to add me?? No offence, nothing personal, just me being antisocial (hahaa..).

Well, now I’m sort of 'trapped' in this FBsphere after some months of successfully avoiding it. I figure when there's something new come and more hip than FB people would emigrate, just like what happened with Friendster. But I sort of yielded when the 123rd person asked me about it (the number is not accurate, but who's counting right). Can’t promise I’ll stay long or visit regularly, but I guess connecting with ol’ pals can't be so bad after all...

Behold the One who make all things new..

2009-01-06T20:08:00.000-08:00

Happy 2009!!

Whether it’s going to be a happy one or not I can’t guarantee. How can I when at the beginning of it I got news that makes my future uncertain. In short, I’m no longer supported by the company, so it’s up to my employer whether he wants to continue employing me. I’m not worried, when there’s a door closed God will open a window somewhere. A window of opportunities.

More to that, I have God, my Provider. He provided me this job, if He says it’s time to move, it’s time to move. Worse case, I no longer have to work long hours nor making calls in the middle of the night (the possibility doesn’t look bad at all!). I can stay in Bali for a few months, or go straight back to Jakarta.

For we have been redeemed
Yes, we have been set free
And You are all we need
So now our lives will shine for all to see..
(click on the guitar to listen to the song).

Tourist frenzy

2009-01-02T18:15:00.000-08:00

Pooh, completely forgot that the period between Dec 23 to Jan 5 is the worse time to hang out in the cool places in Bali. Every place is packed with tourists. Streets were jammed, beaches were crowded with people from everywhere. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy the tourism is picking up again, just had to be more patient in sharing this island with visitors. Sure, welcome, don’t forget to shop! :D

I stayed in the island since I’ve promised a good friend of mine who wanted to spend the end of 2008 in Bali, and I already said it was OK if she wanted to bunk in at my place.

So I spent the last 3 days of 2008 going places. My favorite places in Bali, and you can imagine how fat I gotten for eating the best food also! Babi guling, Bebek bengil.. Whoaa, when NY comes I better burn off all these calories.

I enjoyed being tour guide cum driver (my friend couldn’t drive). A friend had this idea that I could offer such service and start a small business. It doesn’t have to be frenzy, like a group of tourists I know who went from Kuta (southern part of Bali) up north just to found the place they wanted to visit was totally packed, so they had to go back, went to a beach in west part of Bali, again packed with tourists. I personally don’t like to have strictly scheduled vacation. Give a list of the best places to visit, and I’ll visit them one area on one day. Unlike the group I mentioned who seemed to spent their vacation on the car!

Well, that’s something I can think of, but don’t really feel I want to put myself in a position of having to meet endless demands, since I got paid for the service. Been there, it was OK since it’s a permanent job. But when it comes to something really subjective, where’s the limit? They can complain on something as simple as “the performance was crap, we didn’t pay you to show us crap”.

Hmmm... I don't think so...

There are only 2 sure things in life - death and taxes

2008-12-12T20:10:00.000-08:00

...well, not exactly in Indonesia. Death is out of the question of course, but tax is debatable. With the system we have now, if you could avoid it some 70% of the population would say “why report??” Those who encourage are the ones who work for the tax directorate, and all govt officials, as that's where their pay check comes from. Perhaps part of the job description is to promote and scare people off of the sanction of not paying taxes, or got caught in most cases.

When you’re an employee in an established company you can be relieved from all the hassle and headache of reporting, let HR and/or accounting department do it for you, but when you’re independent, be prepared...

After much back and forth, I finally enrolled. Getting ready to learn more, aniticipating headaches and everything involved in making that decision. While people frowned at my decision, I can't expect them to understand that it was solely based on an event recorded in the bible, (Matthew 22:15-21):

Then the Pharisees went out and laid plans to trap him in his words. They sent their disciples to him along with the Herodians. "Teacher," they said, "we know you are a man of integrity and that you teach the way of God in accordance with the truth. You aren't swayed by men, because you pay no attention to who they are. Tell us then, what is your opinion? Is it right to pay taxes to Caesar or not?"
But Jesus, knowing their evil intent, said, "You hypocrites, why are you trying to trap me? Show me the coin used for paying the tax." They brought him a denarius, and he asked them, "Whose portrait is this? And whose inscription?"
"Caesar's," they replied.
Then he said to them, "Give to Caesar what is Caesar's, and to God what is God's."

A true friend will tell you the truth to your face - not behind your back

2008-11-30T04:20:00.000-08:00

I was rebuked that my previous post was actually not appropriate for others because who would risk of telling the truth and shaking a comfortable relationship; and partly it requires time and energy (yes, I’m saying most people are lazy to do such). But seriously, don’t you think it’s better to get feedback when our friends (or family, or lover, or whoever) when they’re head is cool, rather than hearing nasty things and cynicism when they’re angry???

This was what a very good friend said:

everyone's view is biased and whether or not they can actually say anything meaningful is doubtful. Honesty is an interesting concept particularly when you are asking people about their perception of you. It is a real jumble of expectations and self-interest so not sure what you will really learn. I would put more stock in people who you respect.

I had a good review experience years back, when I was an OM back in Jakarta. I assigned all of the staff under my supervision to give me feedback. It was easier because it was specific and the objective was clear and not clueless “what was that you want me to review..?”. The next time I asked for a review was from my boss, which to my astonishment he translated it as "me asking for a raise." I got the raise, but his view was rather degrading so I stopped asking him that (and there goes my raise – lol).

2008-11-28T05:08:00.000-08:00

A wonderful way to celebrate...

yuuummmm curry

some tandoori

and chutney!

Time flies...

2008-11-23T06:55:00.000-08:00

It’s that time of the year again, where one should take time to reflect, look back and evaluate.

This year, I honestly don’t know what to evaluate. I mean I know it would be everything, if not the essentials in my life. Goals, expectations, etc. The thing is I watch I live my life everyday I don’t see the need of doing it annually anymore.

I know where I am (and I thank God for that), but to move forward, it’s sort of bleak. Many people’s lives took a drastic turn the past few weeks in relation to what the media call global crisis. It will impact me, one way or another, and until I know what decision to make I’ll just sit back and wait.

Sit back and wait.. seems that’s something I do a lot in my life. Nothing wrong with that, but someone told me it only allows you to go nowhere, like you’re walking on a treadmill. Nothing bad intended, though sometimes came out like sarcasm.

It’s not just merely about being a singleton. It’s old story, a tiring topic. It’s more about the remaining time of my life and what I’m going to do about it. It’s mundane to keep a job, to have a routine, something to wake up for, but when you lost that sense of purpose, what’s left?

This year I’m going to do something different. I want to invite my friends to make honest observation and suggestions. It could be anonymous or not. If you readers out there (if there’s any left, since I’ve been slacking off) feel they want to write something too, I'm open. You can either do it here in the comment box or email it to me :).

It can start with something like: "What I don't like about you, my friend: . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I hereby promise to drop you by this time of next year if this hasn't changed."

Or "What I like about you, my friend: . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I hereby promise to send you a nice gift."

Suksma mewali (read: thank you)!

Rumorsville

2008-11-20T18:33:00.000-08:00

When is a news turn into a gossip? I would say when the intention is altered into something of ill manner. Aside from sinetron, the other reason I don’t have a telly is because the local TV is filled with gossip programs. The same hot news aired again and again on 5 different channels. What can be more boring than that!

That one is easy to escape. What about IRL? Especially the office can have corners where staff exchanging news on other staff. So where is the fine line between news and gossip? I’ve to admit at times I can’t avoid from being part of these talks, but I can say what we mostly talk about are not rumors, things (mostly aren’t so pretty) that already happened. Or is it the same thing?

So 2 weeks ago this staff had hard time executing a project to finish up something that got screwed up by another staff who was resigning. A more senior staff questioned her intentions, she only said she did what she was asked. What the senior staff didn’t know was the leaving staff got caught embezzling. I know perfectly well it was not my place to report this, but after a week passed and nobody straightened up the story I asked to meet with the senior staff and told him the situation in general, and that if he needed detail he should talk to the big boss. He finally got a better understanding of what had happened.

Delicate issue, but something needs to be done to put things back into perspective. No gossip indulged, fortunately. Our place of work is small enough, if we were to smear it with gossip, I definitely don’t want to be part of it.

yay.. holiday!

2008-11-15T07:32:00.000-08:00

First week of November was excellent! Got myself an early birthday present: trip to Bangkok. The scheduling was made to match my bro’s schedule of visiting the same city. He came for a seminar + taking care his visa, me strictly for vacation. Timing was perfect as my boss was traveling too.

The first couple of days I stayed in an area called Khaosan. Unlike my first trip there 2 years ago I didn’t really care about where we were going and what we were going to do, now I paid more attention. Apparently I’ve been to most of the tourist objects, so I didn’t mind exploring that part of the city on foot and on tuktuk.

Met up with my bro on third day, we went places, tried restos, and of course just enjoying being city dweller, ie. shopping, catching a movie, and checking out this club called Saxophone. Though they played blues the night we were there (which was not really my cup of tea), I kinda liked the place just for being smoke free (wonder if that will ever happen in Bali).

It was a bit unfortunate that I had to experience such disappointment just as I landed back in Denpasar airport. I didn’t shop much, mind you, but a little person as I am I depended so much on trolley when I am in an airport. I never really needed the porter (as they usually approach the bules anyway), and all this time I can manage so long there’s trolley. This time there was none. I enquired about this to several officials but they could only say “just wait, they’re still out there”.

After 15 mins I wasn’t sure someone was actually collecting them. So I decided to collect my strength, picked up my baggages and dragged them along with my handbag (which was quite heavy with a laptop) and a bottle of Tequila ordered by a friend. Pheww.. it was really a test of patience, but finally got a discarded trolley outside, just before I passed out.

The week went too fast, but I really enjoyed it, a long overdue vacation. Will share a couple of pics, my favorite place in Bangkok, the market :)

fishy .. fishy

2008-10-26T05:50:00.000-07:00

Had my very first experience of snorkeling. Some might say what?? After all these years living in Bali? Yeah, after all these years living in Bali. The thing is, I’m not really crazy about the ocean. I love the beaches here, the waves are great to watch, the sand is so welcoming and the ocean.. I can’t really describe it.

I remember the first time I was there in bathing suit ready to swim (after so many years never been to the beach) my only reaction was, “heck, there’s a whole lot of water!!!” Then the images of me drowning and caught in a current just so mind boggling. I almost canceled going in. but that would disappoint my friend. So I braved myself, grabbed the boogie board and jumped into the water. I went, but I didn’t last long. That was about a year ago, in some beach called Bingin.

This time it happened again, I went because I was sort of ‘dragged’ by another friend. She’s snorkel freak, but having trouble finding someone who would spend a weekend somewhere. So after some talking we agreed to go on a day trip. Just ride, jump in the water and come back. She was so excited she even got this disposable underwater camera. Not a bad idea.

The trip was quite exhausting, 3 hr drive to Tulamben. It was worse because I was in some medication and had to take antibiotic. I could sense something was not right, but I calmed myself.

We made it there, changed into our wet suits and took a plunge. The view was intoxicating!! I’ve always loved watching nature shows, and now seeing these colorful school of fish around the USS Liberty shipwreck (in real life), it was just amazing.

Then something bad happened. Not trying to be too graphic that will disgust you, my dear readers, I had a seasick (well, not exactly cause the symptom was already there on the road), and I threw up. My friend thought I was going to do it on land, and not feeding the fish. But I promised her there was nothing for the fish, it was only water and my medication. Do you have any idea what antibiotic mixed with salt water taste like? Sorry, yuck! oops :D

We went to the small warung, I tried to brace myself. 15 mins passed by, we went back into the water. I told the guide that if I got sick again I would go back on my own, and he should stick around with my friend.

It was quite an experience. Talked to some experienced divers and they shared their experiences, even challenged us to take up diving. Very tempting, but I just got a lot of story around that. The sickness, and other stuff. But sure is tempting.. hmmm..

Dare devils

2008-10-18T16:52:00.000-07:00

I never understand why lots of motorbike riders in Bali drive like they’re insane. For one thing, the lifestyle here is laid back, easy, and time is definitely not equal money. So why on earth are they speeding up? If they do this in the morning and they know they’re late, fine. But speeding at 9pm, and risking other people’s lives (and theirs of course). Someone I know tried to explain, “You don’t know if they’re on their way to signing a 5 billion rups contract!!”. Syeahhh right!

Anyway, several months ago a guy I know passed away, and I happened to know his wife too. It was heartbreaking that he had to die at the age of 29, just 8 months after his wedding. He was on a motor ride (driven by another friend) and the bike collided with a dog (happen ever to often in Bali!). It was fatal because he didn’t wear a helmet.

And just yesterday, one cook I know had an accident too. We can’t really know what happened, he was riding by himself, it was around 11pm. It was said he crashed in a truck. He was just 28, left a wife and 3 kids.

Despite what happened I still see people in my boss’ management driving around with no helmet. Really want to smack them on the head! It just makes me angry. I know very well the helmet won’t save you, but it’s a minimum precaution. There are other factors of course, but the way you drive counts too. Well, in the end I believe they all know this, and it’s their decision to take precaution or not, and let fate takes it course.

Friends come, friends go

2008-09-10T21:40:00.000-07:00

This happens all the time, and on farewell parties we lie to each other.. “keep in touch, ok!!” But we’re the one who never contact, just keeping out of touch. And I’m guilty as charged.

As much as I try to keep in touch with friends I dearly love, I don’t work hard enough keeping in touch. Worse, I even calculate. I deliberately forgot my friend’s birthday and to at least send an sms just because she hasn’t sms me on my birthday the past 2 years. Does congratulating each other need to be reciprocal? It’s not the sms-ing (cmon, I’m not that cheap!), it’s the fact that other people don’t even bother to put my name on their cellphone to help their forgetful minds.

I love my Treo, it’s so dependable, and never missed a birthday that I sometimes feel annoyed when it reminded me of a birthday of a friend who I lost contact with. Vividly I recall the last time I saw them and wondering how they were doing. There goes another friend, I thought..

I just had a farewell dinner with a friend. We’re not really close, but we spent weekends in a group either at the beach or trying new restaurants. So again I said, “let’s keep in touch, and since you’re moving to an office closer to mine, let’s have lunch sometime.” I meant that, and will make an effort. It shouldn’t be hard to do, just need to stop making excuses of how endless my to do list is.

Good luck V!

ps. Hi Poppy, thanks for stopping by! So it’s been ages, huh? Does it mean you’re out of the ‘jomblo’ club? :)

Care for a side job?

2008-09-06T09:30:00.000-07:00

I got an offer, well actually more of a favor (since it was low budget project) asked by a friend who's working on a website for a new villa and looking for a writer for the spa page.
Haha.. I thought. Felt a mix of surprise (how did he know I write?) and worried (I really prefer to remain anonymous). At the end I had to decline and offered the job to another friend.

I don’t think I can ever write for marketing purpose. I did it several time for the company and it hurt to my stomach. I didn’t lie or polish things up too much, but I’m never good at self promotion, and since I was representing the company (and my boss) still had to add sugar and juice in it.

And I never like reading the local magazines. I flipped through them quickly just to get updated on what’s new and what’s hot. I had to skip the reviews on hotels and bars, and new venues. Too much sugary reading, even pretentious. Too many dreamy words sometimes it just makes me frown.. what the heck is she trying to say? She uses too many adjectives!! Get to the point, willya!!

Train of words like deliciously cool interiors roof top suites (huh? Yumm??) ;
their menu twinkles with a sense of fun (oohh.. glaring menus? I’d like to see that!) ; the ambient energy of the evening bar throw a fresh new twist on spa. It's a chill out zone with a party vibe and a great place to unwind or rev up as the mood takes you (Sorry babe, I’m pretty much gone!!)

More current findings..

YM: From our privileged position at the bar, we were taunted, teased and tested by the boys from Bar Solutions on all things Molecular – whizzing, grilling, grinding, caramelising, shaking, stirring, throwing, whisking and....

HB: T spa, a stunningly designed piece of modern cool - a hip mixture of balmy tropical landscaping, ever so smooth design lines and the magnificent ocean make this the destination for feel good treatments day and night...

YM: As I stepped onto the Sidewinder that was my transport I will never forget the twinkling stars in the sky, the luminous moon, the fine bubbles that tickled my nose nor the taste of that wonderful Champagne as we roared under the HB at 11:30 at night.

Too many bubbles, alright!

2008-08-18T20:22:00.000-07:00

So someone (cuz) asked about what happened to the ‘highlights of my days’. What would you say if I still have them, but I don’t see the point of writing them down, documenting them? Aside from being lazy, it or they (whatever) had become just one moment delight. Nothing more nothing less. I even wonder if I still take delight on them.

My patience is running thin lately. Tired of being around people with endless demands but lack of gratitude. Just today I had 2 episodes of these. One was an argument with boss (or was it yelling at each other??), one of those know-it-all expectation of an assistant. Well, I work hard to know all, but am not a mind reader! The only thing I regret about this was it had to happen Monday morning, 10 am. Sort of defined what my day was going to be like.

And guess what, it happened again! This time was with mr. wise a** complaining the favor I did for him. Unbelievable how he could do that after I walked an extra mile to cut this. I refused taking his next call. I’ve had enough crap in one day.

What I meant with appreciation is as simple as a decent thank you. I made it clear to my peers (and mr. wise a**) that they should be grateful if someone is looking after them, as nobody does for me (except for God). It was ironic when one afternoon mr. WA moaned (or was it joking?) from across the parking lot that he hadn’t had any raise for the past 6 months. I blurted back “well, for me make that 4 times (hah!!)” That surely shut his mouth.

I just hope people were more grateful and start counting their blessings. Surrounded with them, no matter how hard you try to be positive and not being like them you could start becoming like them, starting with complaining about them. Aaarrgghh.. I don’t like that!!

kite day

2008-08-09T21:52:00.000-07:00

Sanur fest, Aug 9. That time of the year when it was the windiest. People just love it, especially kite fliers. The beach was packed with them, those who flew their kites and those who were waiting for their turn. I can say they took this business pretty serious, they didn’t mind flying it from the water if necessary. And I can say the water was rather chilly during this month.

It was lovely site to watch those kites dancing on the air. Many of them were as big as 2m and had to be transported in a truck. I told you they took it seriously.

almost there...

2008-07-31T17:41:00.000-07:00

This surely is a good idea to help Jakarta residents making their lives easier. Read the following article (only in Indonesian) for more about it. You send an sms to 1717 to find out the location of the SAMSAT bus for the day, and you get an instant reply of where to renew your drivers license and car’s license in 5 (SIM and STNK) main areas in the city.

So I decided to do it myself instead of using some broker to do it. It was actually easy and painless. Just don’t forget to bring a pen (even if you do they sell one for 2,000 rups) and all the documents and a copy of each of them (if you forgot, they have a copier ready too!). You fill out the form, attach the copied documents and submit it. Sit around for almost an hour (bring a book or play games on your PDA/phone, or chat with people), and they’ll call you one by one.

But it didn’t really finish. The most important part, the paper that was supposed to be replaced was not ready. They were out. It’s the paper that gets renewed every year. It was supposed to be ready on Aug 12, so in the mean time just bring that piece of invoice while driving. I wonder what kind of scam or corruption is going on.

Interesting, as they were excusing themselves, there was a big sign on the side that said: we’re not perfect but we’re improving. Great guys, you’re almost there… just don’t fall asleep on my paper there!

Driving your dinner

2008-07-15T19:49:00.000-07:00

It would be really nice to have someone to drive me everyday back and forth. And handy too, so I don’t have to risk my (and other people’s) safety when I caught interesting view like this with my compact camera.

If I can hear them thinking they would have said “are we there yet??” What they didn’t know was that they were heading to the butcher's house, and before you know it pieces of it ended up in someone’s plate.

3 weddings and a funeral

2008-06-01T12:00:00.000-07:00

I only attended the 2 weddings and skipped the funeral. It’s just weird, that when you feel bored stiff with work you find yourself working longer hours and staying later and later. There’s just too many stuff to do, and I know I can go on. But at times feels like I’m in the brick of my sanity, and am worried I’d break down and only God knows what will happen.

Anyway, back to the topic. The last wedding of the month was last Sunday. Both the bride and the groom were close friends. Am not going to talk about them (may they live happily ever after), just a silly episode my friend had during the wedding.

So Ms. C and Y were eyeing this blonde and cute photographer.
Y: cucok ngga jeng, cucok kaan…?
C: hiiiihhh, brondong deh!!
Y: hare ginii… ga penting brondong apa kaga
C: halah, ngapain seh ampe nungging2 gitu, minta difoto bokongnya??
Y: *kikikikiiiikk*

Riiinggg (the guy’s phone rang).
P: Yeah, yeah… sorry babe, bentar ya, saya lagi kerja nih.

ps. Sorry, no translation provided, would lost the funny part of it. :D

the wonder of a child

2008-05-20T16:20:00.000-07:00

How could this cute little girl light up my day? I was just lucky to be in her raffle when she was giving away her things. Now that’s something all of us should learn to do. Where people are too busy accumulating things, this 8 yo girl pull down her clothes and belongings she didn’t really like and/or need anymore and gave them away.

So there I stood, amused watching Ki’s pile of tiny skirts, shirts, drawing pencils, etc on wood floor and she insisted that I should pick 3 things. She looked so cute I just took her hand and said, ‘can I pick this?’ She laughed and handed me a small candle.

What could I possibly need or want from an 8 yo? Ki, in her childish mature tone said, “well, you could give it to your niece”. (but I only have a nephew). “is your nephew a boy or a girl?” (lol, nephew is for boy, honey). “or give it to someone else” (ok, think I’ll do that. I know a little girl who could use a couple of shirts.)

I thanked the little angel and gave her a peck in the cheek.

The Junction, Seminyak

2008-05-13T20:44:00.000-07:00

Yes, food is definitely one thing that can light up your day. After class I finally joined dinner with K and A. I said finally because they’ve invited me many times before but I had excuses not to join. So tonight I decided to go. Their regular place is the Junction.

Not knowing what to decide, the 3 of us settled to share 5 starters (salmon tartar, chicken pandan, prawn salad, cantaloupe ham and tomato squeeze). Every single dish was totally yummmm.. they’re just the right portion for us, filling but not too full. For me it was about right, but they decided to have fruit-cheese platter for dessert. Bottom line, it was definitely a repeatable meal.

Nope, I’m not starting food review here, it just happened to be the light of my Tuesday. ;)

looking closely

2008-05-05T18:14:00.000-07:00

T is one person that most people would find hard to like. I was never close to her, not because my boss hates her guts, but we’re basically not in the same click. She’s a blunt person, and that’s mainly why people don’t really like her.

The thing is I’m nowhere near her management, so I can ask and say anything I like, even repeating what my boss said about stuff, and she just can’t be angry with me. Of course I’m not the kind of person who would abuse that position, we just joke around, she would complain about the other people in the management, I would give input.

Stationed in her office for two weeks at least made us closer, she shared a lot of things, and I would try to put things back into perspective. I can’t force her to change her ways with people, but at least the message got through. I would like to think that knowing that she could trust me was a tiny highlight for today. I don’t have to try to be on her side all the time, but more important is that I’m there to listen and to help her put things into perspective.

Flat out

2008-05-01T18:06:00.000-07:00

I would like to think most people (if not everybody) had those days when nothing that’s going on in one’s life is exciting anymore. Day in day out one’s activities goes like a clock. Everything is predictable, dull.

Since I’m writing that, so yeah, am having those days. Yes, I said days, maybe weeks.. (whoa!). Work is busy as usual, but it doesn’t interest you anymore. Get up in the morning, rush off to the office, get stressed over deadline, and back home around 7pm. Don’t care what the date is (other than to remember about deadlines or scheduling). Everything was just flat, how the day is going to be is clear, and predictable, move hastily without any flavor. Not even that agony of the thought about going to the office on Monday morning.

I don’t need no lecture of spicing one’s life etc, mostly it’s pretentious, because at the end you still have to face that same thing over and over and over again. Pretty depressing? Whatever.

Anyway, right now I set an expectation for myself. Every single day, I have to notice one thing that is the highlight of that day. Just one. If I’m lucky, I would be able to mention 7 highlights for the week. It doesn’t have to be as big as getting a raise (it would be nice though hehee), but simple things that would just light up a smile. One was to be waken up by heavy rain (as it is out of season as it is, it’s still wonderful to hear it early in the morning), another was receiving a phone call from an overseas friend, also getting a comment on this lazy blog :D (danke!).

I tried for several days, and it actually work. And for that, I’m humbly grateful. It's nice to have tiny flavor. Let me see if I can share some of those here.

agilis

2008-04-05T13:56:00.000-07:00

So I had a small accident last week. I tripped and landed on my toe. To make long painful story short, the doc had my toe nail pulled out. Walked limping for more than a week, but it heals (tho not as fast as I wished it to be). I can walk more normal now, but still bandaged, which act more as a reminder not to let it bump into a table or wall (hurt like crazy!).

But with less 1 toe nail I don’t feel less as a person. In fact it made me realize that I’m not as agile as I used to be, even if I try to maintain it by exercising and eating the right kind of food. I’ve reach the age where people consciously start reminding themselves every time they finish showering to step out carefully so they don’t trip and slip, and displace a body part (ouch!!).

So which way is fountain of youth? I wish to take a sip...

in time of need

2008-03-15T18:27:00.000-07:00

So t got sick and after seeing a doctor and went through some test she was diagnosed with cyst. It’s already in a worrying size so the doctor recommended that she needs an operation.

A few days later, early Friday morning g got a call about this and t asked her to go with her to the hospital. G immediately said yes, but at the same time gave t a hard time for not telling her earlier. T’s only reply was, “I was too embarrassed, please don’t tell anyone.”

G shared me about this when there was no way to keep such matter as a secret. First of all t works with a lot of people, and she hangs out with them too, she even live with a couple of them. They definitely will notice if she comes home late, let alone went missing for a several days for staying at the hospital.

T’s decision really got us thinking. She had an illness, she wasn’t asking for it. So why embarrassed? Then her being secretive almost prevented her from getting the help and caring she needed after operation. T was thinking of going home that same day, but g insisted that she had to follow doctor’s order and stay at least a couple of days.

It’s understandable if someone doesn’t want to be a burden to other people, but when you’re sick, does that really show of being independent or actually arrogant?

Am not judging t in anyway, because I can see myself in the same scenario. Long ago I thought if I ever got really sick I won’t stay in Bali, I’d fly to Jakarta (of course if the condition permits me to). I’ve to admit on the days I was sick like a puppy I pretty much took care of myself and refused to be a burden. Now, the same question applies: did that really show me being independent or actually arrogant?

hey kiddo!

2008-03-10T08:17:00.000-07:00

How should you feel around a child?

Of course depends on the age of the child. Young children are usually fun to be with (at least for me). Of course there are times when they’re just restless and rebellious. While older kids, they start to show who they are.. or who they think they are.

Recently I got to know this kid who is so much different than any other child. I’ve met some spoiled brats, but maybe since I refuse to deal deeply with them I just ignore them. The problem is when you just can’t avoid them.

This kid isn’t really rebellious or spookie, just a kid that makes you uncomfortable to be around. Can this happen? Well, it does with me. This is what my friend think about this kid: If they make you anxious, nervous, uncomfortable, then they are not grounded. If they make you feel calm, relaxed, etc, then they are. Simple. A grounded person is someone who has a good sense of themselves (which means their limitations and their place in the world and /or universe) who does not deal with people as things but as sentient beings of value.

Can’t agree less with that definition, now the thing is how to deal with them? Should I discipline them when they start to act? Should I just ignore them when they talk to me with they whiny demanding voice (do you have any idea how irritating that is??)?

I figure it’s the parent’s duty to teach them and discipline them, help them to be a well grounded person. If that doesn’t happen I guess this kid has all the world to teach her. And I can imagine, it will be a lot more painful.

Nyepi

2008-03-08T11:44:00.000-08:00

(seclusion day)

It’s a Balinese Hindu festival .It was completely secluded day, nobody could pass the road, not on foot, not on a bike, let alone in a car, even the airport is shut down for 1 whole day. At private homes nobody’s allowed to turn on the lights (people stick black garbage bags on their windows so the light won’t be seen). So for one whole day (last Friday) the whole island was completely quiet. Of course tourists in hotels can do whatever they want, as long as they stay within the premise.

For about 2 weeks I dithered whether I should stay in Bali, or go back to Jakarta or travel elsewhere. This is my 4th Nyepi, and the past 3 years I always flew out of the island. The ide of being stuck in 1 place and can’t do anything sure dreaded me. But a few days before I get my tickets I got news that my parents and sister who live in Jakarta were traveling. So I decided to cancel my trip (and the opportunity to see a jazz concert) and stayed in Bali. I stayed in a friend’s house. Very nice of her for taking me in on last minute. We spent the day chatting, cooking and most of the time watched cable.

What I observed prior to the festival was I don’t understand why people were so busy preparing for a day where they’re not supposed to do anything. 1-2 days prior you could see cars queuing on supermarket entrances (imagine the checking lanes queus), and queues in the gas stations. It just didn’t make any sense. I mean I could live with whatever I got on my fridge for that day without having to waste time queuing, so what’s with the madness? People seemed to be rushing all over the place, buying a month worth grocery for just one day? And it was so strange that we heard a motorbike passed and some firework. It only a quick noise, but still puzzling.

Anyway, I survived it, not so bad after all, as long as you got good company and small project to work on. Or even try to act like a Balinese, although you don’t need to be Balinese to take 1 quiet day and reflect, yes?

rahajeng nyepi...

Attack at the beach

2008-02-24T21:15:00.000-08:00

Last Sunday I went to the beach again with my surfing friends. The weather hasn’t been friendly the past week so we went to a tame beach also. Tame in a sense it doesn’t have big crazy waves, just fun for swimming.

Of course my friends brought their dogs, so there were 4 dogs we had to tend to. The beasts were handful, we had to take turn walking them, playing with them and swim with them. Two of them, Paco and River were just enemies, so they had to be far away from each other.

I was walking toward the water with Paco, T was with Bernard, when out of nowhere this enormous German Shepherd walked slowly toward them and bitten Bernard. T was shocked, tried to pull the dog, but this GS dog was so huge and strong she couldn’t get hold of the leash. I stood there trying to hold Paco from attacking the dog, watched as Bernard was swinging left-right like a flag in the GS's jaw.

We had no idea who the owner was but finally she ran screaming at the dog and hitting it to let Bernard go. She kept yelling in some foreign language.

The beach was quite full with tourists and their dogs, so everybody got tensed upon watching what just happened. A guy yelled at the lady to watch her dog, and put a leash on the dog so it doesn’t attack other dogs. She yelled back defending her dog. Well, Bernard wasn’t provoking the GS, so we had no idea what did.

My friend was shocked so she decided to just leave. Good thing there was a nice lady who happened to bring emergency meds, so she put antiseptic cream on it. The wound was not really deep, and didn’t bleed much so we just hope Bernard’s ok.

miss my sis..

2008-02-22T19:15:00.000-08:00

Sis just left after 3 day visit. Always nice to have guest visiting, especially guest from far.

So we hang out as much as we can, she has stuff to take care of too, managing that wasn’t very hard, especially there are many places to hang out in Bali.

Good catching up time, sharing what her life’s been, and plans for the future. It’s also a reminder of how I was not to take things for granted, be grateful of what I have at present and enjoy it.

hail to our airline(s)!

2008-02-02T20:08:00.000-08:00

So my sis is here, visiting from the US.

Her port of entry was Bali, so I was honored to be her 1st host, before she catches a flight to Jakarta to meet the rest of the family.

Getting ticket was a no brainer task, taking her to the airport isn't either. But as Murphy's law came to realize, the unexpected happen. I lent her a spare celly, but I failed to get her local number, figured it's easier for her to get a Jakarta number since she'll be there longer.

Then on that fateful flight, the weather was unbelievably bad, her flight was rerouted. For a couple of hours we couldn't get confirmation whether it was rerouted to Surabaya, Palembang or even back to Bali. I called all numbers that's available for the airline (LION), even the hotline number, but most of the numbers were unanswered, the ones that answered couldn't give any answer. So much for hotline!

I was worried sick all afternoon, frustrated too. I decided if this calling isn't going to work the only left is just go to the airport and get the news there. Luckily when I was only half way, my dad finally informed sis has just landed and on the way home. Thank God!

Well, I'm relieved, but still p**sed with the fact that the airline, which is in the serving business can't serve the tiniest request. Total crap. Guess the only thing we can do is to make sure your phone works! (If the signal is not troubled by bad weather either).

ex oh ex oh

2008-01-13T22:24:00.000-08:00

The first time I encountered xoxo I found it really cute, especially it came from a penpal whom with I was corresponding years ago. Those innocent years when your day was lightened up when you received a sweet email/letter. Without thinking much further what it actually meant, I figured it was a sweet way of closing an email.

Years past to recent years, the xoxo has been used in a totally different area, that is the office. At first I found it really disturbing. I mean work is supposed to be formal, no? Ok, I'll give away if you got an email or text from co-worker who you're closed with. But what if you got it from your boss? Even more disturbing when it's used after a long demanding request, even worse, written in capital letters. Your instructions come in a short email, closed with xoxo or love. What kind of new age blah is that???

Anyway, I don't know if it's just a thing that Americans do, or does other expats from other countries do this also? Again, you're at work, you get your instructions, no need to sugar cover it with xoxo. Besides, who're you trying to fool? Nobody ever felt loved when receiving long demands in capitals, xoxo is surely overrated.

I know you love me!
xoxo

Welcome 2008!

2008-01-01T19:34:00.000-08:00

It rained all day!! Actually been raining the past few days. Anticipating the deadly traffic I decided not to go anywhere for NY eve. But then I felt a slight ‘missing’ feeling of being a true Jakartan. And to ease that the quick way was to just get out and go to Monas.

So there I was, walking toward Monas. With rain and all there was no way you could sit on the ground. You were already wet, but you would prefer not to be soaking wet (thanks to ella, ella.. umbrella). Walking, standing in front of the stage, so in total I spent 3 hours on foot (I had sandals on, but even so still couldn’t feel my feet).

Going back was another disaster. Packed. Totally packed. Although you were on foot you just can’t pass because waves of people were still trying to get to Monas.

Well, that was certainly a painful reminder of how it wasn’t a good idea to join “pesta rakyat” no matter how much one wants to feel like a true Jakartan. It’s just not worth it.

As time goes by we learn that each second in our life is a gift, each minute is a blessing and each hour is a treasure. Thank God for his never-ending love and care that give us the power to survive and triumph.

Blessings to you all!

c.h.a.n.g.e

2007-12-31T09:49:00.000-08:00

The less fortunate seek for better luck.
The overweight determined to lose some pounds.
The looser promised themselves to fight harder.

It’s interesting to see how people’s strive are mostly root from their desire to change. To change themselves, to change their surroundings, to change their fates, even to change the people around them.

This applies to me too. It’s not that I’m complaining about life, instead I’m aware it’s so far from perfect there’s always room for improvement. Today being the end of 2007 and all I decided to set a couple of resolutions for 2008. Yes, only 2, as they already big projects by itself.

One is easy to do, just a matter of dedicating 20-30 mins of my time daily, the other one is more of a challenge as I myself am ridiculously clueless about what to do as the 1st step.

Sorry to be vague, but after 365 (or more?) I will report back whether I’ve succeeded or failed.

Wish me luck!

What are the things you want to change in your life? Check out this Benrik diary, it is supposed to change your life . They have unbelievable ideas, who knows some might help you. They may change your life, but not necessarily for the good. LOL.

2007-12-24T18:20:00.000-08:00

'twas the night before Christmas, and here I am pondering this....

If our greatest need had been information, God would have sent us an educator
If our greatest need had been technology, God would have sent us a scientist
If our greatest need had been money, God would have sent us an economist
But since our greatest need was forgiveness, God sent us a Savior

Riding across Pantura

2007-12-23T05:51:00.000-08:00

What would you like to do if you pretty much have 10 days in hand with relatively low work demands? Primarily I was thinking about traveling, see the world. But you know what happens if you’re doing 1 thing too much you just want to get out of it? In my case I’ve been planning my boss’ trip to US that i think I’ve had enough dealing with travel agent, reservations and all that jazz. Enough. I think I will need my own travel planner in the future.

So back to 10 days in hand, I decided to just go back to my home town. Not the usual way, which is with jet and got there in 1.5 hrs, but the long way, overland.

I started contacting friends about possibilities there are, train or bus. I thought train would be best as it’s safer and less tiring. But as if God blessed my intention I found a better way to do it. You see a friend of mine decided to quit his job in Bali and go back for good to Jakarta. Since he got stuff to bring back in a car, he had to drive back. Car was even more attractive. I was really excited.

The four of us left Bali early morning (4 am) on Dec 20th, rode in the dark up north to Gilimanuk port. We got there around 6.30 and queue. Glad there wasn’t much queuing, because according to people I chatted with, on busy days people could queue for 3 hours! We only had to wait for 30 minutes and board the old rusty ferry and sailed away.

We reached Banyuwangi port the next hour (we slept in the car), I was even still sick from the night before. And from this port I tried to take pictures, but mind you, can’t expect much from riding in a car that went 80-100 km/hr in cloudy days. Just would like to record what I saw during our trip.

15.30 we reached Surabaya, and hooked up with V’s friend. Very lucky, his friend got spare rooms for us to stay. Met with A, O, H, B. Great group, good host. I was just grateful. We had yummm early supper at Bu Kris, the main dish were penyet (tempe, chicken and empal). Very good.

Dec 21 at 8 am we were back in the road, heading to Tegal. We got good advice which route to take, so we were very confident. V drove around 6 hours (with stops in gas station to fill up the tank and empty the bladders), and we reached Semarang.

Had late lunch at a place called Penang, ordered noodle dishes. Of course we couldn’t miss lunpia, so we had another stop to get a bite of those. It was really yummy. Another stop was souvenir shop, and we headed to Terboyo terminal as one of us were heading to Magelang and since we can’t divert too far from the northern road she’s willing to just got dropped off at Semarang and she would take a bus from there.

On the road again. V insisted to drove all the way to Tegal, although he’s driven for 3 hours and it was getting really late. I already suggested that we could just drove up to Pekalongan and look for another hotel. Well we agreed not to drive at night and it was raining hard, so the risk was getting bigger. But he insisted. Had dinner at a place called Pringjajar. It was funny place, had around 1000 ads along the road, already advertising from 30 km away. Big place, they even had magic entertainment. The waiter didn’t perform at our table though, maybe we should’ve asked.

We finally reached Tegal (thank God), it was almost 10 pm, so we just picked any hotel, paid for 1 room and added an extra bed. We were all too tired, but I really appreciate my friends who were willing to sleep on the lousy extra bed. I insisted they needed the straight bed for their back, especially we had another day to ride.

Dec 22 at 8 am we were all set to hit the road again. But V had to meet another friend, and they took us to breakfast. Heavy breakfast of soto Pekalongan (I didn’t really like it, as it has tauco on it), gule kambing and sate. Ughh.. I felt bloated, even though only had small bites to be polite.

V continued to drive, he sure got a lot of endurance. We hesitated whether to go straight to Jakarta or make another stop in Bandung. But after many considerations which mostly were not so good (long weekend means many cars from Jakarta), we decided to cancel Bandung.

We couldn’t find any place decent to had lunch so we decided to get it when we reached the city. That was a very long wait, especially when we reached the end of Cikampek toll (finally) it was pouring rain, and as we all know when it rains it means heavy traffic in Jakarta. Welcome back!!

We headed to Sudirman, stopped at BNI tower and had our long awaited lunch at Bakmi Permata. Warmed ourselves and freshened up. We were nearing the end of our journey. I don’t know about them, but I felt slightly sad. I hanged out with them for 3 days, getting to know them better and we just get along together, even in the tension of some moments. Everybody was willing; everybody was there for each other. I’m lucky to have them as friends.

I didn’t wish anything for anything for Christmas, but not only did I got my overland trip, I had great friends to share the experience with. Thanks, guys!

2007-12-23T05:40:00.000-08:00

hedonismos

2007-12-16T07:39:00.000-08:00

The other day someone told me that someone thought I’m a hedonist. If it just came from some friend, I could care less. But this was from someone whose mind and thinking matters to me, which is my dad. So I started to see deeper. Am I really a hedonist?

So I look closer the way I live, and without making any strong defense I can’t understand why I was considered as one. Yes I ride with a car, but it’s only because Bali isn’t well equipped with public transportation. Every time I’m back in the city I’m glad to take the bus or ojek, which handles traffic better.

The only reason I could think of is because my dad doesn’t know me that well. So not trying to fight against his idea, I asked why he thought I’m a hedonist.

And yes, the truth revealed that he didn’t know me that well, although the way I live is right there to observe. Just to serve him better info I shared the way I spend my money. Apparently he’s been using his standard as an older person from an older generation. Never wanting to show off about it all, at least I had the chance to present myself the way it is and not letting him have big ideas that I’m living full pleasure lifestyle beyond what he taught us.

About that, I could argue what’s wrong with that if I can afford it? But I won’t, as it’s never the intention.

Reflect upon the defects of your character: thoroughly realize their evils and the transient pleasures they give you, and firmly will that you shall try your best not to yield to them the next time. - Helen P. Blavatsky

giving blog/gers a bad rep

2007-12-10T18:29:00.000-08:00

If you aren’t going to say something directly to someone’s face, than don’t use online as an opportunity to say it. It is this sense of bravery that people get when they are anonymous that gives the blogosphere a bad reputation. Mena Trott, Times Online, 12-06-06.

Uhhm.. not only bloggers (incl. me) are narcissist, we're also cowards?

Well...

- I'm not selling anything here, and am not trying to make myself sound preppy

- I don't care if anybody's reading the posts

- and I definitely would say all the things I've write here or most probably I've had (as I'm not THAT anonymous and am not peppering anybody).

On keeping score

2007-12-01T16:10:00.000-08:00

I bet we all know a person (or friend?) who’s calculating. I have one. Acute calculating that at first her comments just puzzled me. Well it still does sometimes.

I don’t think I’m calculating, well I hope at least m y friend don’t think so. But this friend is just sooo strange that I think she put everything people say and do and put them in some accounting in her head. She even calculates with her hubby! According to another friend who’s more close to her, all expenses for the kids will be split by them.

When you’re dealing with this kind of friend can be frustrating, and eventually you start calculating yourself, at least with this person. You give something for the sake of giving, then some time in the future she give you something with a comment that basically says: hey, this is to make even what you gave me some time ago. We're even now.

Duh?!

But that’s not so bad. She made the worse comment about people, and they’re just so annoying to hear. You see one friend left the company, so we bought her a farewell gift. After less than a year this person got re-hired and my calculating friend said, “hey, don’t you think she should return the gift now that she’s back??” I was taken aback and said nothing, as I thought it was a very stupid thing to say. Ironically, not long it happened to her, she left and return in 3 months. Another friend who really hated her calculating attitude immediately said, “hey that cheap b---- is back, she should return the gift we gave her!” LOL, I couldn’t help not to laugh. Yeah, why not. If she’s using that measurement, guess that should apply to her as well, right?

This thing happened all the time. Doing favor, dinner parties, birthday gifts. On way of being nice yet punishing at the time there were 3 of us that always buy something together for her on her birthday. One of us will choose something and we’ll split among the 3. That must be annoying for her because that makes her owe each of us to invite to her birthday dinner, and to get each of us birthday presents on our birthdays.

I don’t really care though. She was on leave during mine, so I didn’t get any present from her, and she couldn’t come to my birthday dinner party. I don’t care if she thinks we’re even. To be honest, it would be hard for me to have the enthusiasm of getting her birthday present on her next birthday. Maybe I just forget about it and she can happily forget mine too.

quoted who?

2007-11-30T21:24:00.000-08:00

"Rahasia sebuah hati disandangkan di dalam penderitaan, dan hanya di dalam penderitaan, sukacita bisa ditemukan. Sementara kebahagiaan hanya berfungsi untuk menyembunyikan misteri terdalam dari kehidupan." (yg ini gak tahu sumbernya dari mana)

Rough translation: secret of the heart matched in suffering and only in suffering joy can be found. While happiness is only to hide the deepest mystery in life.

I would say, when you quoted something, you better get the words and source right. I’ve never heard about it before, but it sure makes whoever said it sound like a sorry person who live from one suffering to another and found happiness from it. If not perhaps he’s just a masochist. Whatever works, huh?

Thanks for the comment anyway.

Time to be reflective..

2007-11-26T16:49:00.000-08:00

So I've come to the turning of the year in my life, the time to be reflective. Take one’s life under the microscope and make an honest assessment. The good, the bad, and the ugly. What has passed, what was learned, what was achieved (if anything)?

And of course I won’t go into any details here. In general I can say that I myself is pretty much the same. Still working at the same job, still assisting the same boss, the only difference is now instead of working in the factory I now working at the house. Same job, same work, same salary, the only difference is the environment.

After 3 months I can give a sound advise, that is if you can avoid working at your boss’ house (no matter how fancy it is), avoid it. Everything is just too personal. It’s enough that you have your boss, but having the kids thinking you’re their assistant as well, that’s overdoing it.

In other areas, not much progress. Sadly, even my boss considered my life as if I’m in a rut. He’s giving me a couple of years to make major change, which involves the possibility of losing me as his loyal assistant. And if it doesn’t happen? I dunno, maybe he’ll fire me. Hehe....

Well, it’s reflecting time. It will continue until December and end of year. I think I have to make a resolution for next year. A real serious one. Something that will put my life in the edge, something that will push me out of my comfy zone. I think I need that.

Blood is thicker than water

2007-11-25T06:46:00.000-08:00

I’ve never had first hand experience of having the realization of this phrase. Until recently.

It was only a small incident, during one of my duties as a travel agent. Last minute change and as final result 1 pax couldn’t go.

This person gotten really angry, kept it for days and had a very spiteful look whenever passed by me. I’ve done my part, I apologized, and if the other person refused what else can I do? It’s kinda sad though.

More sad when the other members of the family started to look at me with resentment. I can see that the person did a pretty good job on splashing mud around. Like a good friend said, some mud would still stick even though the other people should’ve known better.

At times like this, all I can say is, it’s just another job.. I can walk out anytime I want (lucky me!), especially with the latest changes there sure are potential complications when dealing with more personal stuff. Everything gets really personal and to be honest it’s kinda make feel me feel sketchy and more wary.

In this kinda job, after a few months the job is no longer a challenge, the people will always be.

Wish me luck.. or make that grace..

Can I see the guest list?

2007-11-22T18:54:00.000-08:00

I don’t know if it’s normal everywhere or is it just in Bali. I’ve handled parties for my boss and of course a guest list is very important. Mainly it’s to make sure there’s enough food for everyone, but on more elite parties it’s to avoid party crashers.

With crashers, I don’t really know how to deal with them, it’s even more tough when the guest was an obnoxious bule and insisted to be a close friend.. Well, if you’re really a friend you would’ve been invited right? Well at that time only one was invited, and he deliberately (thinking that he was a ‘close’ friend) brought 2 other friends. We had tight security, especially it was only a couple of months after the 2nd Bali bombing. Not wanting to offend him I told him to wait and I would check if the 2 extras were OK to enter. But he was already upset and when I returned they had left, and took back the wine they brought. So childish.

Now on different side of it, a friend of mine always asks for guest list. And I always said no. It’s rather annoying, you know. If she enquires a particular name I could say yes that guy’s invited or not. I don’t know what difference it makes. I mean would she cancel if she knew the guests aren’t as hip as she is? Or would she decide to come if the new cute guy is invited? Can’t she just come based on good will, that this person is throwing a party and invites her to be there?

Well, different company different culture. In my previous jobs if it’s a company party everybody in the company is invited. Not here. Each invitation has its own agenda. The ironic part is, as the assistant I was never invited. If I was there, you can be sure that I was on duty. Checking incoming guests, checking the food are enough and ready to go, and making sure that everybody’s having a good time. No good time for me though. No mingling, not a sip of wine, just a quick bite in the kitchen and go back to work. Can’t be more fun than that.

not a hate message

2007-10-25T02:11:00.000-07:00

I find it foolish for someone who would dedicate their time and energy for building up hate and promoting it.

The hot discussion these days is the new Malingsia nickname given to Malaysia. So Malaysia claims a couple of songs from Indonesia's traditional song collection as theirs (Jali-jali and Rasa Sayange), it's not like we never copy other countries' hardwork, we even steal from our fellow citizens (I have a painter friend who's painting was copied by God who knows who and with lacking of copyright law he's not sure how to sue, even not sure if he can sue).

If you check out a blog that's dedicated to this Malingsia issue you will see articles about what Malaysia has done, from modifying their flag from US' (and I keep wondering how we got the same flag color with Monaco. And didn't we modify from Dutch's flag, where the patriots took down the flag, ripped off the blue part and raised it again in proud, there, "sangsaka merah putih" waves majestically above the air). And of course there are hundreds of comments from both sides. The Indonesians think it's patriotic to say nasty things about the Malays, the Malays fought back and pointed out that without them those TKIs would be sorry tales in their home country.

Anyway, I'm not really interested in this debate. Nobody's perfect, no country is perfect either. Even I have to admit, at times, I'm just too ashamed to be born as Indonesian. It will never be "right or wrong is my country", my country doesn't really do much, what matters more is the individual.

So fellow Indons (oops), raise up your mirrors, and look at your own specks.

Merdeka!

Crazy short dog is dead. Murdered.

2007-10-05T20:42:00.000-07:00

The owner, a friend of mine just moved in to her new place. Nice quiet neighborhood. One afternoon she came home and as usual went to look for her crazy dog . Usually the dog stay in the house, but that day she couldn’t find it anywhere. So she went out.

She saw one of her neighbor and immediately asked, “Pak, have you seen my dog? I’ve looked everywhere..”

“Sorry mba Tin, I just killed her.”

“Whhhhaaaaaaaaaaaa….???”

So crazy dog earlier in the morning managed to get in the neighbor’s gate. She was so excited started to chase the chickens, and I would suspect catch them one by one with his teeth. Along the process the owner said the dog killed 40 little chickens!!! He didn’t care about being compensated by the incident, he was just enraged by this and immediately took out his hatchet and swung it to the dog. Dead.
My friend required for the body, but he refused, telling her to forget about her dog. Only a couple of days later another neighbor found the dead hund in the gutter. Pretty stupid throwing a corpse reckless like that.

My friend cried for 2 days, a week later she found a new dog. Said this time she got a sweet dog with good manner.

Define team work

2007-10-01T21:22:00.000-07:00

A lot of job openings include the requirement of “has to be a team player”. The problem is companies don’t define what a team player supposed to be.

It was never required in my job. I solely work for one person.

And now the working requirement seems to be shifted suddenly some staff required me to be a team player. The strange thing is, it didn’t come from my boss. Well he’s always been result oriented, so he doesn’t care about team work or single fighter, as long as the job's done.

I don’t have problem if this is to be, I’ve worked in a team before and that experience was a very good learning process. Everybody knew their part, everybody knew the expectations and met them, everybody knew every job, everybody were willing, and as a result everybody can back up anybody who’s overloaded or unable to complete their tasks.

So now I really wonder what the other party’s definition of team work. The past few months all I can see is that it’s where people are backing her up, helping her doing her tasks, all according to her term, while she does..(God knows what).

Now I completely have a problem with that. Other people doing her work and she gets the credit? Cleaning up her s*it yet still got the blame? Isn’t life grand.. at least for her.

Well, I don’t think she’s been in any basket ball court, let alone playing in a team against another team, but with this kind of thinking, I don’t think I want to be in the same team as hers. Not in a million years.

Icky throat

2007-09-30T17:50:00.000-07:00

So less than 2 weeks I got sick again. I thought it was the flu backfiring again, but as I watched closely at the symptoms it was something else. But it was something I had before. It’s an occurring disease that kept coming back. Like a best friend missing you and eager to come and visit..NOT.

Over the years I’ve had an occurring tonsillitis. Look it up on wikipedia, it has an icky picture which is self explanatory. Mine isn’t that bad, but I think you get the idea.

No other way to kill it other than using antibiotic. I don’t know why some people (including my boss’ wife) just cringe upon hearing the word antibiotic. I figure when it’s necessary, just take it. It’s still considered as one of the most important discovery in modern medicine.

While I’d be happy not to have this again anymore I can’t figure out what caused it. The last only thing I could think of was a glass of cold Carlsberg last Saturday night. Can it be true? Drat, just when I thought I’ve taken all precaution.

Something colorful to walk on

2007-09-26T20:42:00.000-07:00

Only in Bali you can come to work with sandals. I’m not talking about tukang-tukan bakso who wear sandals when they push carts all around the city, but I’m talking about managerial staff, secretaries, even a CEO who comes to work with crocs.

It is advisable that when you come in wearing sneakers people will snicker at you think you’re a lost city boy.

So you can imagine how awkward I felt when I first stepped into the premises. Sharp looking in my pants (thank goodness!), blazer, complete with high heels. I bet I was a strange sight, and walking carefully as I treaded the wooden bridge. Completely saltum (wearing the wrong costume).

Ever since I got hired I stopped buying shoes and started collecting sandals. Can’t remember how many has passed on after months of service protecting my feet from rough paths, tiny thorns and worm eggs. Always have at least 6 pairs on stock to choose from.

Economy wise I save more (even though the turn over is quite high) if I only buy sandals ranging 50-70k rups. With one exception, a sandal that looks similar to Swallow brand which I used to have when I was a kid. If swallow only cost 20k rups, this one, with shiny shocking colors cost almost 20 bucks. With this price, it’s expected to be blister free and long lasting. With that promise, my feet are quite happy.

Hiatus

2007-09-20T23:59:00.000-07:00

So what’s going on while I was away and completely ignoring the blog?

Correction! Never ignoring! I’ve logged in several times, but I ended up writing things that are too trivia, too daily, too boring, and I’ve to admit, a bit raw. And this place was never meant to be a place for that, so I never published them. That would be on good days, on bad days I just stare blankly at my monitor, not knowing where to start to write. Gave up, and shut it down.

The main topic for the past 4 Mondays in 1 simple word, is BLAH!

I used to have what people call in Indonesian lidah silet (read: razor tongue). I just see the very worse on people and then throw it to their face. No sensor system, no editing. Gosh, if I can remember the many people that’s been hurt over they years.. So I worked hard to eliminate that.

Now that I think I’ve changed, I work hard not to focus on people’s bad side, but the consequently I failed to see what they’re actually doing to me, what damage they’re making in my life. So the past month I’ve been observing the people who are constantly around me.. obsessive abuser, backstabber, hypocrites, opportunist, chronic complainer, and grumpy people with never ending demands.

But it was that one incident that I had to look closer at how hurt I’ve been. One single incident, when (who was supposed to be) a friend stabbed me dead straight. Not long after that, I got sick. The worse flu I’ve ever had. 2 full weeks (still managed to work, but barely survived it if not by God’s grace). This illness slowed me down and allowed me to question things. I'm no indicating that the incident caused me to get sick, but hey, I'm not eliminating the possibility either.

The only thing I will never understand is, how can the people who were involved didn’t realize what this person did and let it went by just like that? Maybe that’s what happened when they think they’re in the right..

OK, if they’re in the right, maybe I should be on the left. Leave all this behind, move on to the next phase? Hmmm...

Visit me another day..

2007-08-31T18:07:00.000-07:00

My sister visited again. Last time she came was a year ago. This year she had more time since she’s more free from tight schedule from the hospital.

We went to Ubud most on Sunday, then I had to drive her to Tanah Lot where she had to attend a seminar for two days. She spent another 2 days in Bali, unfortunately I had to work. She managed to go to Kuta by herself, and I met her there to have dinner, along with an extended relative.

The next day was her birthday, just glad to be with her on her big day. We had a feast on a big Chinese seafood restaurant (her pick), but after that I had to take her to the airport so she could catch her flight. So lucky her I guess, to be able to celebrate her birthday in Bali and Jakarta.

Happy birthday sis!! ^_^

A mimpi to explore

2007-08-10T20:00:00.000-07:00

The great thing about living in this island is even though I’ve lived here for almost three years there are still places to go and things to explore. Yes, I know people who only lived here less than a year (even less than 6 months) but are experts about the island. The challenge when you’ve become inhabitant in one area, you take things for granted, and are less interested in what’s going on. The usual thing that will happen is you’ll be the last person to know of what’s new.

So on Aug 4-5 weekend I’ve fulfilled another goal, which was to visit another part of northern Bali. 4 gals, we headed north through Tabanan-Selemadeg-Pekutatan-Mendoyo-Negara-Melaya-Gerokgak and reached Mimpi Resort in Banyuwedang area. (Mimpi = dream).

The resort was total splendid. Nice spacious room, equipped with a private Jacuzzi, 2 comfy queen beds in two storey villa. Banyuwedang area is famous for its hot springs, so the hotel has pools with ever warm water (if you don’t mind the sulphur smell), even the Jacuzzi water also comes from the hot spring. It just felt good and relaxing to soak yourself in the pool after a long drive (4 hours, with 40 mins stop for lunch).

The next day we went across the island and went to Menjangan isle, just 15 mins boat ride from a small seaport (getting people to share the cost of the boat could be a challenge though). It was supposed to be a good snorkeling spot, but I wasn’t really into this sport no comment on that. But I enjoyed staring down to the water from the boat, amazed watching those colorful water creatures.

A stop on the small island just made me wonder how could people let this isle so barren. If you see the picture, I don’t edit it (aside from the size), but it’s just stark barren. Poor deer.. I wonder where they get their food, and water of course. Nobody live in the isle, but there’s supposed to be a temple on the top, and I wasn’t too curious to find out and have a look. Compare to Bali, I’ve no idea what happened there, seems like rain forgot to visit and pour.

2007-08-10T19:53:00.000-07:00

wish i'm in JAKARTA

2007-08-08T07:58:00.000-07:00

Because it's holiday now..

People are voting for the new governor.

I may not vote, but I can use the time off sleeping or browsing the mall :D

I wonder if people really use this quick count service.. But I'm suspicious it's one of those sms scam that you have to send text back and forth 10x until you get the info you needed. Besides, does it work from Bali?

blockage

2007-07-31T20:33:00.000-07:00

This is new development that’s going on in the house I’ve been living in. The owner just retired and decided to have this tiny stall in front of his driveway. So this odd building just stood there, blocking the way. Yes there’s still path to let car pass, wide enough but you have to be extra careful. I think it would be more challenging when it’s open and motorbikes start parking.

Hhmmm… time to look for a new place?

i wouldn't drink to that!

2007-07-21T05:41:00.000-07:00

The three of us were out and about on a girl night out event.

Drinks were ordered, the band played their tune, and something struck me. In a negative way, that is.

So this bar has an O form, right in the middle is the bar tenders, drink storage and sink, and on the upper level is the stage. So you have to lift your head to see they perform.

With that kind of arrangement you practically see everything. You see the band, you see the clubbers, you see the bar tenders (unfortunately they don’t do coyote ugly mixing acrobat), you see the waiters/waitresses, and you see the cleaner.

And that particular night something I saw really bothered me. When I say you can see everything, you can also see how they clean the glass, pitcher, ashtrays, etc. Surprisingly the cleaner boy (he looked young) run the water in the glass, and put it aside to dry.

That’s it? No soap? No heater?

It’s a bit icky you know. What about those germs? What about lipstick marks? Yuck!

I’m not exactly a clubbing person, but is this a normal practice or is it special method in that 1 particular club? It kinda make me think twice (and more) before going to a club in the future. Maybe I should start bringing my own glass :p.

Bali IS a botanical garden

2007-07-15T18:04:00.000-07:00

If there weren’t an invitation to celebrate France’s national day (or something like that) I wouldn’t know there’s a botanical garden in Ubud .

It’s gorgeous, tranquil and really green. It’s private owned and they really take good care of it. They have quite a species, but I think focused on Kantong Semar (Nepenthes), or maybe because I was fascinated by them?

The celebration itself was (unfortunately) attended by retiree Ubud socialite. The attraction was music, the marry-go-round type of music, played on an antique gramophone.

Interesting, we would’ve stayed longer if the mosquitoes weren’t biting us furiously.

The “BEEP” machine

2007-07-10T21:34:00.000-07:00

You would know in those candid TV shows where people started to curse and the TV producer had to sensor it. On some it was an awkward pause between words, on others they put the “beep” sound. And it would go like “That BEEP just ripped me off!! Can you believe that!!”

I literally looked for that machine on the internet. It could be a perfect gift for some people you know. I would think it would be a slap in the face when you give to a person, that it definitely showed them that they have foul mouth and cursing is just a bad habit they can’t get rid of. In fact I’m surrounded by people like that. Once I told one of my dearest friends, “Honey, for someone as pretty as you, you sure have a dirty mouth.”

Perhaps for her the F word is just as normal as when you say other words that have no offensive meaning. I don’t mind her venting with me, but pleaseee.. spare me the Fs, the Ds and the Ss, especially on the phone, when it goes right into your ear and into your head.

So if you know where to get one, drop me a line here. I definitely will buy some, and the next time my friend called all I would here is “I just met the BEEP manager and BEEP said I had to redo my proposal. What the BEEP was she thinking? Is she in BEEP drugs? I don’t have BEEP time to redo the BEEP proposal… BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPP!!!”

new favorite - either for desert or breakfast..

2007-07-02T09:40:00.000-07:00

and it has a history too...

BIT: been there, done that, got the t-shirt!

2007-06-24T20:42:00.000-07:00

So many things that can be done in this paradise island. A new event that (hopefully) will be an annual event is Bali Int'l Triathlon. The event is located at Jimbaran bay, consisted of 15 km swimming, 40 km bicycling and 10 km running.

Since our company also sponsored the program we could send a team to compete. After having no luck trying to enroll people to join we decided not to join the Triathlon. We didn’t have a swimmer. We only found 2 people who would join a side event, 5 K fun run. One of them was me.

Fun run. You were supposed to have fun while running right? I’m never sure what fun that might be.. hmmm.. let’s see.. perhaps running while you have your ipod playing your favorite music. Perhaps there were stops where you could catch your breath while sipping fresh juice. Or perhaps run together with that cute looking guy. Hmmmm…

None of that happened tho. Everybody was (literally) in a competition mood. They sure blasted as soon the whistle blew. Whooooosshhh! I kept my pace, enjoying the run and didn’t have much effort to race other participants. I think in total I only ran 2 k, the rest was walking fast or moseying.

Some points I could make to the improvement of the race for next year (and yes, I did share with the committee):
- volunteers should be responsible for having ALL the info that people need, and inform them upon registration. As silly as it was, when I reached the beach I wasn’t sure where to go. So I went looking for my friend. As we chatted I asked what I should do with the black chip (it’s a black thingee you should strap around your ankle. Not sure what it does though, as I didn’t see any gadget that could catch it, if it does have electronic signals inside it). My friend pointed out that I should’ve walked to the beach and pass the finish line. Well helloooo.. nobody told me that and nowhere I could find a sign about it!!

- volunteers should be utilized to help clean up the area. As we locals think it’s “normal” to pass dumps and don’t feel bothered with the smell, I found it very unhealthy when you’re running, passing dumpster and you just had to inhale that smell. It’s not just smell, because I’ve no idea the amount of germs got inhaled when your lungs are trying to get as much as possible.

We hang out there for a while, curious to know who the Triathlon winners were. It was just amazing watching those athletes. All over their face you could only see 1 thing: firm determination.

In general, I enjoyed it. After the 5 K run they provided drink and snack. There was also live music playing good smooth music (reggae beach like).. “Welcome to my paradise.. where the sky is blue, where the sunshine’s so bright…”

2007-06-24T20:35:00.000-07:00

BBQ noon

2007-06-23T19:38:00.000-07:00

Menu: burger, Spanish sausage, chicken (all grilled), salad, French fries & cheese, crackers & relish.

Nothing better than mix of good food and good friends. Our theme this time was BBQ and family. Although 85% of the invitees were unmarried, the highlight were the little kids. They ran around, messed things up, scattered food all over the table and floor, screamed, and did all the things little rascals do.

It was basically fun relaxing time. You get to eat, and you get to know your friends (and family) better. And of course, always with good laugh...

Thanks, guys!
Thanks, B aka Asun.. :D

Family vs. high paying job??

2007-06-21T06:59:00.000-07:00

Just realized that it’s been three years I keep this blog. Three dragging years.

Many things happened, more things were left unwritten though. Well as you know some things better left unsaid. Whatever written here, I’m just glad I recorded them. Even if not many people read them (don’t necessarily need an audience), it sure brought back memories when I read what I wrote.

Recently my patience has been tested. Tested to the real end. I always remember how it’s tougher to take your words back (the nails on the wall), it’s even tougher to bite your tongue and let your feelings ripped apart. In one occasion I just couldn’t hold it any longer I just had to scream in the car while driving. Nope, nothing came out of it, but it did made me feel a little bit better.

It’s strange how unpleasant things happen and we start to question ourselves (and God), but another thing happened and we sort of discard the first less important unpleasant thing and decided to dedicate our energy and time more to the other matter.

In short, something bad happened at work, our team screwed up on a work (the forgotten little detail), and lucky enough I had to collect everything required to get this one detail done. After the bad news, came another bad news that my dad got sick. He just got back from Papua and got malaria. Doesn’t sound serious (or he made it sound like that), but even at that point and even though I’m away I know what’s more important. If he had been so ill and had to be rushed to the hospital I’d get the next flight and let the other staff finish what was lacking.

Family is still most important. I haven’t been in a position of having to choose, but I would like to say that even if my job is at stake, but if the consequence my family has to pay, I’d choose my family. All’s well ends well… Dad’s getting better, and the little detail was done. Can’t thank God enough..

Bali update..

2007-06-15T00:48:00.000-07:00

Haven’t got much time and free time to write the past few weeks. As if work is not enough now I have another job desc., that is to maintain boss’ blog. Not so many words, I dare not put words on the stuff he’s working on and things that are hot in his reading menu. It’s his work so he’s the one who has to talk about it. And those books are his favorite, not mine, although he insisted I read some of them, well sorry, I don’t have extra time to digest irrelevant issues. Just a waste of time.

Well, that’s where I am now. Sorry cannot give the link here. Firstly, he didn’t ask me to be the PR of his blog; secondly, he’s my boss you know…

Other than that, Bali has been windy the past few days. A bit chilly in the morning. Hmm.. have to put on more warm clothes, start to feel like flu is trying to weaken me.

learning being a friend in need

2007-06-12T14:41:00.000-07:00

This happened a week ago, during the long weekend. As usual many people took holiday, including a friend of mine who came from Jakarta with her 3 friends.

I had dinner with them on sat night, the following day I got a call from my friend that one of her friends got really sick and was taken to the hospital. I saw how she took really good care of her friend, prepared what she needed, talked to the doctor, slept in an uncomfortable extra bed and willing to stay another 2 days until the husband could fly to Bali.

It was a bummer for them, what was planned as a holiday had to be spent in Hotel Sanglah. But on the other hand during that few days I saw how lucky they were to have a friendship like such, where it’s true that a friend in need is a friend indeed.

(long table, Bali)

National Pride Day aka Hari Kartini

2007-06-08T00:37:00.000-07:00

This is the hippest initiative in the company. Once a month everybody should come to work wearing national dress. I would call this Kartinian, as this reminded me of my childhood. When I was in elementary school every April 21 all the school children would have to come to school wearing attire from any part of Indonesia. There were so many choices, it was an excitement for some parents, and of course a burden for others.

I never really see the point of it other than being fun dressing up and get to wear my mom’s make up. In some schools the kids would then line up and parading around the school area. Those good ol’ days.

Anyway, back to the office it was kinda burden considering I don’t have kebaya in Bali, and the one I got in Jakarta is way too sexy to be worn to the office. Good thing I have a couple of batik so I would just wear as a sarong and wear a matching shirt. Fashionable. Like I said, fun to play dress up once in a while ;).

Chance?

2007-06-03T08:49:00.000-07:00

Ran into this blog by accident (?), really interesting and apparently not just me as it generates a lot repsonse in a very short time. N-joi..

Crazy short dog

2007-06-01T20:32:00.000-07:00

Weekend plan: to the beach!
Venue: 66 beach
Time: 9.30 (breakfast first)

So some friends decided that after several years living in Bali it was time for them to start learning how to surf.

I was tempted to join, yet when I stood there by the beach I could feel the unpleasant feelings of the salt water. Just don’t felt quite safe to swim in the ocean.

Well my friend who took her dog along didn’t mind, in fact pleased with my decision and immediately handed me the orange leash (hmm.. does it really have to be “on brand”?)

Ivy, the dog was practically a hyper active one. I would suspect this is because on week days nobody tend to her, so by the weekend she would like to have all the attention she could get, not just from her master, but everybody possible.

All the time I have to walk her all around the beach, she likes the water in particular and chasing other dogs. Here you could see another dog that looked very similar to her, and I strongly believe they were actually siblings. The other dog is named Sola. Ivy was nice enough to let me sit on the bench for less than 10 minutes, and pretty soon she’d whine and howl asked to be taken to the water again.

Tired and tanned, if not burned, but it was OK, I guess. Good time by the sea, enough exercise running around with crazy short dog, and my friend was definitely happy to finally had the surfing lesson she’s been dreaming of.