I blame Scotland for my weight gain. This country seems to have endless
collection of sweets and savouries, and none of them are healthy! It
seems that all sin ingredients are mixed together to create devilish,
high calorie deserts. I thought STP and deep fried Mars bar are the only bad sweets, but everyday I find new things.
I met my first Tunnock’s Teacake on last Good Friday. Without a shame, I scoffed down 3 pieces in front of everyone.
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My blog is updated today, 28 March 2008. Click Finally Woken to read the complete story.
In Indonesia, when we go to restaurants, there are no other way to grab waiter’s attention but calling {this can go from mbak (sister) or ibu (ma’am), to unnecessary flirtatious remarks like sayang (darling) or cantik (gorgeous)}, waving (hand or napkin), or - these are extremely rude manners - whistling, clapping and flicking your fingers.
I am told that in UK you should not do anything but engaging eye contacts
(and souls, perhaps), until they realize that your plate is empty and
you are ready for your second course. Rather than eye movements, any
gestures will be considered rude. No calling "xcuse me!", no frantic
waving, and don’t you dare to whistle, clap or flick your fingers if
you want to be ignored for the rest of the night, or worse, have your
soup tasted like feet because probably someone dropped his shoes
accidentally into it. So imagine that you’re extremely thirsty and
longing to have your glassed refilled, and you desperately are staring
to those busy waiters, hoping that somehow they realize that "there
is a person in table 8 staring intensely, and she’s either trying to
hypnotize you or mesmerized by the size of your….apron…"
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My blog is updated today, 25 March 2008. Click Finally Woken to read the complete story.
Note:
The original article was posted on Thursday, 20
March 2008. In regards to those who has requested me to remove the
family reference, this article is rephrased, although I try not to go
too far from where I stand and believe.
After
the article is published as of today, I will remove all comments
generated from the previous post respectively by tomorrow, because I
don’t think they reflect my new one. All of you, however, are free to
post new comments as usual. I never apply comment’s screening process,
but I don’t tolerate abusive and dirty words.
I know since the
original article was posted last Thursday, there are at least 4
reactions posted in other blogger’s pages. I do not wish them to do
what I do here, nor would I start name callings in other bloggers’
pages, as some of them do. I will never jump into some bloggers’ pages
(who talk about totally different things) and make degrading comments
about other bloggers, just because we have had disagreement about
something, somewhere else. It’s childish. But I believe all people are
good at judging others’ characters, and they eventually will form their
own opinion about each blogger.
By repost this article, it does
not mean that I am easy to be bullied. It’s them who dragged their
families as reference first, so when the information was out open
loudly to public I thought it should be okay for me to use it as a
point of reference. Obviously not. But I really do respect their wish, as I would have done the same thing too (and hope people will take my complaint seriously too, if it happens).
As
I have mentioned to those who sent me private responds by emails, I
never intend this post to be nasty, offensive, or abusive. I regret
that the post generated nasty and harsh comments as well, and in
return, has made most of people to choose to stay away from it. It
should have been an interesting discussion.
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My blog is updated today, 24 March 2008. Click Finally Woken to read the complete story.
My previous post
sparked lots of heavy comments. First came Oigal, who said I was nasty
and too personal. He asked me to remove my reference regarding his
family from my blog.
I did
reply to his comment, saying that I was in rush to go to funeral (and
it was Good Friday for goodness sake), I will come back with a proper
response after I have time reading all the comments from him and Rob at
Unspun, and after reading Rob and his posts altogether. They are lots
of them, and I should take time to read them all, otherwise I would be
accused to having quoted them wrongly, again.
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My blog is updated today, 22 March 2008. Click Finally Woken to read the complete story.
read Unspun’s clipped article, originally from BaliBlog,
regarding what (tourist? foreigners? cheap?) men perceive about
Javanese girls. At first I didn’t jump into the discussion, since what
Baliblog described about Javanese women was beyond degrading and not
worthy to entitle my opinions.
But
then the discussion was turned into how women (in general, not only
Javanese) are treated by men in Indonesia. Two of the participants, Oigal and Rob,
pointed out that their wives sometimes are verbally abused by local
men. Mostly because those women are seen with bule (Caucasian) men, and
therefore are labeled as whores.
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My blog is updated today, 20 March 2008. Click Finally Woken to read the complete story.
I am embarrassingly watching American Idol
now. I have never been a fan, and only saw the show on and off, if it
happens to be on telly, but since a few weeks a go I decided to tape it
so I wouldn’t miss it (people in Indonesia would not be familiar with Sky TV;
but in short, I could program the telly to record the show or the
series, and I could pause the live show if I need a toilet break, it’s
like Tivo in the US).
I
don’t really follow the whole show history. I only know Kelly Clarkson
and Daughtry. I certainly don’t remember who won the contest last year,
let alone 2 years a go. I rarely watch the show up until the Top 12
anyway.
And then yesterday when I was watching the show, I got so annoyed with Ryan Seacrest, the host.
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My blog is update today, 19 March 2008. Click Finally Woken to read the complete story.
I saw Elyani got her blog rated, followed by Therry. I chuckled when I found out that Therry’s
is R-Rated because this feisty lady uses lots of swear words. Curious,
and confident enough that I will get a nice result like Elyani’s, I
tried to get my blog, Finally Woken, rated as well, and here’s what I’ve got:
Bloody hell?!
Apparently it is R-rated because I use words like death, dead, pain, kill, and knife. Huh??
I indeed was talking about suicide (which funnily, wasn’t considered
dangerous) once. But I’m sure I was talking about lobster when I use
the word knife. And pain?? Since when it becomes a dangerous word to
use? Imagine the health & fitness blog will be R-rated as well if
it discuss es about back pain, injuries, and so on. Or cooking blog
will be R-rated because it uses knife or chop words a lot. D’oh….
Anyway it’s just for fun. Don’t take it too seriously….
I saw Elyani got her blog rated, followed by Therry. I chuckled when I found out that Therry’s
is R-Rated because this feisty lady uses lots of swear words. Curious,
and confident enough that I will get a nice result like Elyani’s, I
tried to get mine rated as well, and here’s what I’ve got:
Bloody hell?!
Apparently it is R-rated because I use words like death, dead, pain, kill, and knife. Huh??
I indeed was talking about suicide (which funnily, wasn’t considered
dangerous) once. But I’m sure I was talking about lobster when I use
the word knife. And pain?? Since when it becomes a dangerous word to
use? Imagine the health & fitness blog will be R-rated as well if
it discuss es about back pain, injuries, and so on. Or cooking blog
will be R-rated because it uses knife or chop words a lot. D’oh….
Anyway it’s just for fun. Don’t take it too seriously….
I have landed on a blog written by an Malaysian expat who now lives in
Jakarta. Some of her articles tickled me and I just realized that is
how people see us, Indonesians. One that makes me smile is to read her
amazement to see the
ladies who go to shopping malls with big hair and dangerously high
heels, and they look like they are ready to go to a gala dinner rather than buying detergent or having coffee with friends.
I couldn’t agree more. God forbid if Indonesian matrons turn up with
unwashed hair, or a pair of flip-flops - unless they are a bejeweled
pair - or without make-up, even on weekends or at the shop’s closing
time. It’s better if they are accessorized with designer handbags and
shoes, at least one nanny for each kid (one to push the trolley, one to
to carry all the shopping bags, and one to hold the kid), and sometimes
dutiful husbands who sit down patiently, while the matrons are trying
on the just-in-for-summer shoes at Jimmy Choo.
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My blog is updated today, 16 March 2008. Click Finally Woken to read the complete story.
My
friend Anja has just arrived from Holland a couple of months a go. She
learns that even though she speaks impeccable English, she still can’t
understand what Scottish people say half of the time. Well I couldn’t
blame her, I’ve been here for over 8 months and I still don’t get it
sometimes. And even though I’ve known Stuart for several years, there
are times I have to ask him to repeat what he’s saying, especially when
the weather gets too cold and it freezes the tiny cells in my brain.
One time some guy was trying to sell something over the phone and I had
to stop him by saying I’m not Scottish and his accent was too strong
and I had no idea what he’s saying. He took it hard and put the phone
down without saying anything more.
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My blog is updated today, 15 March 2008. Click Finally Woken to read the complete story.
