Well, it is the moment that you have all been waiting for- Part 2 of hum drum life in Yogya.
Where was I- that’s right, I have just arrived at Uni after suicide busride.
Moving along: I am not sure whether I posted on here the fact that I am in the advanced class for my language subjects. We sat a placement test here in the first week, and despite my abysmal performance (or so I thought) they stuck me in the Lanjut/Advanced class with all the people who have been studying the language much longer than I. The consequence of this is that I feel like I often make a fool of myself in class, and/or leave class feeling more confused than when I arrived. That said, I really enjoy my language classes.
I take Membaca (Reading), Menulis (Writing), Terjemahan (Translation), Kosa Kata (Vocabulary) and Tata Bahasa (Grammar). Classes are two hours long, with a 10 minute break just before the hour where all the INCULS students gather at the coffee room and discuss the gossip. There is usually plenty. It’s one of the consequences of being involved in a small community of ex-pats- everyone knows everyone else’s business.
Anyway, the classes. My current favourite is Menulis with Pak Rudi. He enjoys using me as an example in class. The consequence of this is that when I am falling asleep, I am jerked awake by the sound of my name being used in a sentence. Pak Rudi is very animated, and I am sure even an observer with no Indonesian ability would enjoy his overblown demonstrations of concepts, which become increasingly large the more blank the collective expression of the class.
My second favourite is Kosa Kata in which my vocabulary of both useful and useless words is being commensurately increased. (Just briefly, I am a bit of a fan of the word commensurate, but my current favourite English word is catatonic, because it is an apt description of my default mental state in this country!) An example of a useful word that I have learned is : terpinggirkan (marginalized) and example of a useless (low frequency) word is mempesona (a verb meaning “to enchant”).
So that is a brief summary of my INCULS classes.
Perhaps more interesting is my experience in my Immersion class “International Security Studies”. There are two lecturers for this subject- one who I can understand about 80% and one who I can not understand at all, largely because he likes to mix Javanese and Indonesian language in the way that only the Javanese can. We had a test in this class on Tuesday, which caused me to feel physically ill for a time until someone told me that no matter how badly or well u do in your immersion classes, as a foreigner the rule is “B for Bule” or in other words B for foreigner. So that was a load off.
Anyway, this particular test was based on some readings in English on the basic definition of security. One of these articles in particular was bloody difficult- I read it three times, and that was how many times it took for me to have a clear picture of what the author was trying to say. And English is my first language. So I felt very sorry for my Indonesian peers. 90% of Australia would not understand that article.
The structure of the test was as follows; the dosen wrote a question on the bored and then yelled “dua minut saja” or something, which meant “2 minutes only”. I then had to scrawl an answer in Indonesian to a question about which I seriously doubted my understanding. Anyway, we will see if the B for Bule theory holds up next week.
OK, so that’s my classes. However, I may have mislead you somewhat to this point, as to suggest that I have class every day would be wrong, in fact it would be a total lie. I have Monday’s and Friday’s off, one class on Tuesday and then 2 and 3 classes on Wednesday and Thursday.
One other regular study related activity is meetings with my tutor ReRe. INCULS allocates us with a tutor and by ACICIS rules we have to meet them 6 times. ReRe is an absolute champion so I have already met with her maybe 4 times and we are only 25% through the semester. Anyway, ReRe and I go through my Indo homework and usually knock off the tough stuff in the two hour meeting that we have, leaving me with the relatively simple remainder to complete. ReRe is fluent in 4 languages (Indo, Javanese, English and Japanese) and was originally allocated to me because I was going to be learning Japanese, but since that fell through (grrr) now we just do my homework and hang out.
Now, with study out of the way. What do I do with my weekends, spare weekdays and weekday evenings?
After my activities on campus are finished, I pulang (go home). I mandi (of course) and then I turn off all the lights in my room, shut the curtains and try to istirahat (rest). Sometimes this is like the impossible dream. If the Kos Family kids have just come home from school, I have no hope because they are running around, playing with their toys and squealing as kids do. Othertimes I can’t nap because of overconsumption of a) caffeine or b) sugar. Or, because I am trying to work out when, if ever, I am going to use a word like mempesona, and whether it is worth remembering. By the time my thought process has moved that far, it is usually burned into my long-term memory.
After my often futile attempt to sleep, I wake up (or not) and realize that it is time to head out on the nightly trek for food. One probably negative side effect of the low cost of food here, is that there is no incentive to cook for yourself. There is a kitchen at the kos, fully equipped, but I usually limit my time in there to the preparation of 2 Minute Noodles and 3 in 1 Coffee (sorry, yet to find easy to prepare replacement). Why would I bother buying ingredients, preparing them and cooking them and then washing up, when I can eat a complete meal for $1-$2 usually including a drink (hot lemon tea is my current favourite warung beverage). Anyway, I have a few favourite food spots.
1) Lesehan Wida- this is 30 seconds from the kos and is a permanent warung (as opposed to the thousands that are set up on the side of the road every night). My favourite dishes there are the Ayam Bakar (roast chicken) served with rice and cucumber and consumed without cutlery (actually- no cutlery is de rigeur in these kind of places) and all of the Noodle Dishes.
2) Hollywood Warung – fried chicken, or tofu or tempe, rice and veg. for 5000 rupiah – or about 75 cents. This is a sitting on the side of the road on mats, eating with your hands type restaurant. This is warung of choice when I am bankrupt.
3) Silla- this is upmarket for Yogya- and serves Korean and Japanese food in a Hyatt type atmosphere and in traditional Japanese style with the sunken floors. I ate delicious sukiyaki with unsweetened *hallelujah* green tea here for under $5. Worth every rupiah.
4) Ananda – this is about 2 minutes from my Kos and serves a mix of Chinese, Indo food. The only downside is that you often get smoked out by the dudes at the front roasting the fish on an open grill thingy.
5) Top Java – more of a lunch time establishment for me as it is far from my house but close to Uni. It is a self-service “as you can” type place with a variety of delicious food. I went there the other day to load up on red meat after I decided that I was anemic. It cost 9000 rupiah including lemon tea. Cheap.
Anyway, that’s some of my regular food sources. But I can once again sense your fatigue, so I am going to cut this post once more and continue at a later time, with such topics as the art of nongkrong, ngopi and clubbing.
But as an addendum- I am not officially a temporary resident of Indonesia! I got my KITAS visa last week which means that I can now get a motorbike license, open a bank account and get into the various monuments, temples and other attractions at an Indo price rather than a US dollars price. Yay!
PS Continue to share the blog love people- I am going to start naming the names of my regular readers who don’t comment, and shame you into participation. So ner.
Friday, March 10, 2006
Samsons Concert Last Night
The live music scene in this city is amazing and there is ALWAYS something going on. In contrast to my crazy Goodnight Electric experience a few weeks back, Samsons are a relatively new, teen soft rock band. Admissions was 40thou ($6) at a club not unlike Heaven, and there were plenty of ABG's or teenagers packing the place out! That said, it was a decent show, that is until the final song (one of 2 that I knew), during which Ben's wallet got pinched from his back pocket, along with a heap of money and Wawan's motorbike registration (big problem- he has to go to Lombok to replace it cos he bought the bike there). So that sucked. But anyways- that's Indonesia.
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