I start my job tomorrow, Ministerial Liaison for something-something, writing speeches something-something, blah-blah. Can't wait for some income dum-dum.
And continuing in my "reading books I shoulda read ages ago" phase - I am reading To Kill a Mockingbird. Perhaps this might explain why ah cayan't stop tawkin lahk ah gowt a suthun acceyant.
I want to talk about music for a minute. Up until several weeks ago, if people had asked what was my favourite album of the year, I would have answered Madonna-Confessions on a Dancefloor (which I think, ironically, was released last year). Nonetheless, in spite of your audible booing and hissing about that previous statement, I have stumbled upon some great muzaks the past few weeks.
For a start, in Bali I bought a pirate copy of Ben Harper-Both Sides of the Gun after hearing it played in Bintang in Yogya, and my-wordy, that is a toe-tapping revelation of a hoe-down soundtrack. What am I talking about? Hmmm, well anyway, its a good album. Much lighter than other offerings yet still mighty serious. Radicool.
Then the other day, in celebration of the end of my period of unemployment, I bought a couple of CD's, one being Thom Yorke's Eraser and the second being Goldfrapp-Supernature.
Well, on first listen, Eraser was a thoroughly unlistenable hotch-potch of blips and beeps, but having been a long-long-time fan of Radiohead I have listened again, and goddarnit, if there wasn't the odd melody in there that I didn't hear to begin with. Who wudda thunk it? It is growing on me, like some kind of blippy-bleepy disease. :-)
The Goldfrapp CD is also good. "Hell-80's" as kids on tha street mite say. But well worth 8.95 from the JB's bargain bin. Infact, possible even worth 28.95. Aduh.
I had also heard some stuff about the most recent Fiona Apple record, Extradordinary Machine, but they didn't have it in the shop, so I didn't get it. Then happened to mention this sequence of events to my brother when I got home, who said, "I bought that stupid CD months ago. I hate it. You can have it." To which I replied "Are you sure?", and he said something along the lines of "Well put it this way, I can keep it in my CD stand and never listen to it again, or you can have it in your CD stand and possibly turn it into something less than a waste of my money." And, it is pretty cool. Very eccentric, and dare I say, unlike past works, and I am still warming up to it, but after several listens yesterday, I can say, I. like. it.
Ok, prattle prattle. What have been your favourite albums this year?? And what are some other books I can add to my "Books I Shoulda Read Ages Ago" list? I already have Wuthering Heights (thanx to Sam).
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Occurrences
Ok, this week I have
a) Finished Great Gatsby (and added it to my all-time favourite books list)
b) Finally watched Garden State (cool movie)
c) Got a job (more on that one later)
d) Conceded that my front tooth is turning a strange colour and that I need to get it fixed (if only I hadn't chipped in that handball game in Year 6....damned gutter)
e) Made an appointment to get my hair done
f) Unpacked another box of stuff
g) Bought new shoes and mascara and various skin products aimed at resolving my war on open pores
h) Went to the movies to watch Beyond The Sea with Kevin Spacey about the life of Bobby Darin (I hadn't heard of him either, it's ok!). Good film, but the little kid was annoying and irrelevant if you ask me.
i) Thought about the Middle East and how depressing that whole situation is (feeling increasingly angry at Israel's behaviour)
j) Watched Indonesian news and seen that there is some kind of natural disaster in Surabaya (what is lumpor panas?)
k) Found 30 CD's in my little sister's cupboard (realised I wasn't losing my mind, and that some of my best CD's were actually missing until I found them again)
l) Found a bunch of my clothes in my little sister's cupboard (see note above)
m) Acclimatised a little bit more.
So life is well and truly back to normal.
Oh and a question- if y'all were gonna learn a new language what would it be?? And why?
a) Finished Great Gatsby (and added it to my all-time favourite books list)
b) Finally watched Garden State (cool movie)
c) Got a job (more on that one later)
d) Conceded that my front tooth is turning a strange colour and that I need to get it fixed (if only I hadn't chipped in that handball game in Year 6....damned gutter)
e) Made an appointment to get my hair done
f) Unpacked another box of stuff
g) Bought new shoes and mascara and various skin products aimed at resolving my war on open pores
h) Went to the movies to watch Beyond The Sea with Kevin Spacey about the life of Bobby Darin (I hadn't heard of him either, it's ok!). Good film, but the little kid was annoying and irrelevant if you ask me.
i) Thought about the Middle East and how depressing that whole situation is (feeling increasingly angry at Israel's behaviour)
j) Watched Indonesian news and seen that there is some kind of natural disaster in Surabaya (what is lumpor panas?)
k) Found 30 CD's in my little sister's cupboard (realised I wasn't losing my mind, and that some of my best CD's were actually missing until I found them again)
l) Found a bunch of my clothes in my little sister's cupboard (see note above)
m) Acclimatised a little bit more.
So life is well and truly back to normal.
Oh and a question- if y'all were gonna learn a new language what would it be?? And why?
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Not quite a Gili Islands Picture
In response to complaints from some of my siblings that I never posted a pic of them on my blog (which was btw incorrect) and also because my blog looks boring without photo's and also because there is not much interesting stuff at this point in time for me to show you......here is a photo of me and my crazy younger sibbles. Jonathon, Gabrielle and D-andy, oops I mean, Sandy.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Reacclimatisationising
Adelaide is still cold- and no matter how much the people around me try to tell me that 20 degrees celcius is warm, i won't accept it. It is not warm when the mercury spends all day shivering it's way up the stem of the themometer only to reach 20 for a microsecond and turn around again. And all of you people currently living in cooler climes- shut your mouths - let me have my whinge just for a few more days...
No, no, no. My blood is tropicalised. And it ain't detropicalising without a fight.
So the past week I have been sitting at the computer, hittin the keys, typing up cover letters and CV's and sending them off. And now I wait.
And my scholarships are due soon enough, so i shall let u know, kasitahu, about that.
I have seen my adorable little new family members, Anderson and Madison. Both super-cute and cuddly. And though they are both my cousins, I hope they call me Aunty - cos the chances of one of my siblings spawning offspring anytime soon is slim methinks.
I watched one of my Indo VCD's tonight - to check whether i still understand the language after 10 days (I did)- I watched "Janji Joni"- and it is actually a cool little Indo indie flick. I really enjoyed it, and it is pretty funny. Unlike virtually every other Indonesian film I have seen. And, it wasn't sponsored by a tobacco company, so there were no pointed and random shots of someone lighting up a ciggy, totally unrelated to the plot. I also recognised a lot of the Jakarta city scenes they used - at one stage I am pretty sure he drives past Plaza Semanggi - where I would often go when I was pulang kantor - going home from the office!
I didn't quite get the same exhilarating feeling about seeing a mall I recognised, as when they are scaling the walls of the Vatican in MI:3 and I could lean to my neighbour and say "I've been there" but it was still cool to see it.
And before I go some additions to the Crappy/Good Things About Being Home list:
Happy
1) Seeing my friends - ( & calling them on the phone and not having to worry if my phone credit will run out.)
2) Red Wine
3) My champion Grandparents - who are still super-happy after circling the globe in their mini-world-tour.
4) My Tax Return!!!!! (Woohoo!)
5) Broadband internet
Crappy
1) After not using moisturiser for the entire time in Indo, applying 2-3 times a day to avoid having skin like paper.
2) Losing my hard-earned tan.
3) Not bein able to walk 10m down the road at lunchtime, pay 50c for my lunch, and walk home.
4) Missin my friends in Indo, and the relaxed vibe of Yogya, and of course, Bar Bintang.
5) I do not know how to make Telur Dadar like Ibu Kos, and as for adding jagung - ha- gak mungkin! (If anyone has that recipe - please tell me)
But all in all, being home is better than I expected. And I will be back in Indo many times in the future I suppose.
Oh and my family are the newest in a long line of sambal addicts - i made some on the weekend and my psycho brother is having it on toast. Aduh. Gila banget!
Rite, time to read more of "The Great Gatsby" - I am still trying to work out if I can include it in my favourite books list......
No, no, no. My blood is tropicalised. And it ain't detropicalising without a fight.
So the past week I have been sitting at the computer, hittin the keys, typing up cover letters and CV's and sending them off. And now I wait.
And my scholarships are due soon enough, so i shall let u know, kasitahu, about that.
I have seen my adorable little new family members, Anderson and Madison. Both super-cute and cuddly. And though they are both my cousins, I hope they call me Aunty - cos the chances of one of my siblings spawning offspring anytime soon is slim methinks.
I watched one of my Indo VCD's tonight - to check whether i still understand the language after 10 days (I did)- I watched "Janji Joni"- and it is actually a cool little Indo indie flick. I really enjoyed it, and it is pretty funny. Unlike virtually every other Indonesian film I have seen. And, it wasn't sponsored by a tobacco company, so there were no pointed and random shots of someone lighting up a ciggy, totally unrelated to the plot. I also recognised a lot of the Jakarta city scenes they used - at one stage I am pretty sure he drives past Plaza Semanggi - where I would often go when I was pulang kantor - going home from the office!
I didn't quite get the same exhilarating feeling about seeing a mall I recognised, as when they are scaling the walls of the Vatican in MI:3 and I could lean to my neighbour and say "I've been there" but it was still cool to see it.
And before I go some additions to the Crappy/Good Things About Being Home list:
Happy
1) Seeing my friends - ( & calling them on the phone and not having to worry if my phone credit will run out.)
2) Red Wine
3) My champion Grandparents - who are still super-happy after circling the globe in their mini-world-tour.
4) My Tax Return!!!!! (Woohoo!)
5) Broadband internet
Crappy
1) After not using moisturiser for the entire time in Indo, applying 2-3 times a day to avoid having skin like paper.
2) Losing my hard-earned tan.
3) Not bein able to walk 10m down the road at lunchtime, pay 50c for my lunch, and walk home.
4) Missin my friends in Indo, and the relaxed vibe of Yogya, and of course, Bar Bintang.
5) I do not know how to make Telur Dadar like Ibu Kos, and as for adding jagung - ha- gak mungkin! (If anyone has that recipe - please tell me)
But all in all, being home is better than I expected. And I will be back in Indo many times in the future I suppose.
Oh and my family are the newest in a long line of sambal addicts - i made some on the weekend and my psycho brother is having it on toast. Aduh. Gila banget!
Rite, time to read more of "The Great Gatsby" - I am still trying to work out if I can include it in my favourite books list......
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Novelties that Don't Wear Off (and those that do....)
Happy things about being home
1) Seeing my family & friends
2) Seeing my cousin's gorgeous new little baby, and my new cousin!
3) Being able to go the fridge and cut a piece of CHEESE as I wish, and eat it, with my left hand, as I wish!
4) Being able to drive my car
5) Being reunited with my CD's
Crappy things about being home
1) It is bloody freezing
2) Adelaide does not change, at all.
3) I have no money and no job
4) Did I mention it is bloody freezing?
5) Um, the last time I spoke Indonesian was when I stepped on the plane in Bali. Fab.
Anyway's luckily I have managed thus far to avoid the post-travel blues, as I have so many damned things to do, I ain't got no time to feel sorry for myself.
To all my regular commentors, thankyou.
To all my anonymous commentors- if you knew me, you would know how much i want to know who you are :-).
And to all my non-commenting readers, thanks for nuthin punks! Ha ha. Only kidding.
The guardian angel who sits on my shoulder has been telling me all who you are anyway. So don't think I don't know......
No seriously. I derive a lot of pleasure from writing this blog, and sharing all the crazy stuff I do with you, even if my grammar is bad, my expression colloquial, and my point often unclear.
Not sure how prolific I will be in the next few months - perhaps I need to take a show of hands from my O/S readers to see just how interested they are in my hum drum Adelaide life. Sampe nanti.
1) Seeing my family & friends
2) Seeing my cousin's gorgeous new little baby, and my new cousin!
3) Being able to go the fridge and cut a piece of CHEESE as I wish, and eat it, with my left hand, as I wish!
4) Being able to drive my car
5) Being reunited with my CD's
Crappy things about being home
1) It is bloody freezing
2) Adelaide does not change, at all.
3) I have no money and no job
4) Did I mention it is bloody freezing?
5) Um, the last time I spoke Indonesian was when I stepped on the plane in Bali. Fab.
Anyway's luckily I have managed thus far to avoid the post-travel blues, as I have so many damned things to do, I ain't got no time to feel sorry for myself.
To all my regular commentors, thankyou.
To all my anonymous commentors- if you knew me, you would know how much i want to know who you are :-).
And to all my non-commenting readers, thanks for nuthin punks! Ha ha. Only kidding.
The guardian angel who sits on my shoulder has been telling me all who you are anyway. So don't think I don't know......
No seriously. I derive a lot of pleasure from writing this blog, and sharing all the crazy stuff I do with you, even if my grammar is bad, my expression colloquial, and my point often unclear.
Not sure how prolific I will be in the next few months - perhaps I need to take a show of hands from my O/S readers to see just how interested they are in my hum drum Adelaide life. Sampe nanti.
Monday, July 31, 2006
Gili Gaga
Well I am home in Adelaide - arrived back to a delightful 9 degrees - hard to believe that 3 days ago I was sitting having this photo taken.
The Gili's were fantastic. Imagine snorkelling 10 metres of a beach and seeing sea turtles, tropical fish of every imaginable colour and drifting one Km on the current as the sea world passes you by. So cool!
Another thing about the Gili's is the hilarious combination of Europeans who stumble their way across Indonesia and find themselves in paradise. I hardly met any Australians there - on the other hand - Swedes, Germans, French, Spaniards, Slovenes, Belgians, Swiss, Irish & British were there in abundance. The vibe is so remarkable relaxed, it is impossible to stress about anything while you are there.
I travelled there with Sam, and Alana joined us a few days later. Accomodation was great value, and so were the drinks. Aduh - just writing this I was wish I was still there. I even managed to get a tan!
So now I am sitting at the computer in my parents new house, wearing 7 layers of clothing and with the central heating cranked up, scouring the net for employment opportunities and contemplating scholarship options for a Masters next year. Talk about jerking me back to reality. :-)
But its all good. Will gradually catch up with my mates this week and sink back into the groove. Plan my next move and freeze in the process.
Sigh, so I bid Indonesian farewell. Had a great 6 months. Met amazing people. Did crazy stuff. Fantastic. Hebat.
The Gili's were fantastic. Imagine snorkelling 10 metres of a beach and seeing sea turtles, tropical fish of every imaginable colour and drifting one Km on the current as the sea world passes you by. So cool!
Another thing about the Gili's is the hilarious combination of Europeans who stumble their way across Indonesia and find themselves in paradise. I hardly met any Australians there - on the other hand - Swedes, Germans, French, Spaniards, Slovenes, Belgians, Swiss, Irish & British were there in abundance. The vibe is so remarkable relaxed, it is impossible to stress about anything while you are there.
I travelled there with Sam, and Alana joined us a few days later. Accomodation was great value, and so were the drinks. Aduh - just writing this I was wish I was still there. I even managed to get a tan!
So now I am sitting at the computer in my parents new house, wearing 7 layers of clothing and with the central heating cranked up, scouring the net for employment opportunities and contemplating scholarship options for a Masters next year. Talk about jerking me back to reality. :-)
But its all good. Will gradually catch up with my mates this week and sink back into the groove. Plan my next move and freeze in the process.
Sigh, so I bid Indonesian farewell. Had a great 6 months. Met amazing people. Did crazy stuff. Fantastic. Hebat.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Bali Dreaming
Well just a short post to say I am in Bali, staying with Alana - and the three of us are having a great time!
In a little while Sam and I are going up on a bike to Ubud to have lunch with Alana and her mum, and then tonight we are going to stay at a beach called of all things Dreamland.
After that I will be off to the Gili's on Monday, and I don't think there is internet there, so you might not hear from me. So if not, I will write again when I get home.
Yay! Sun!
In a little while Sam and I are going up on a bike to Ubud to have lunch with Alana and her mum, and then tonight we are going to stay at a beach called of all things Dreamland.
After that I will be off to the Gili's on Monday, and I don't think there is internet there, so you might not hear from me. So if not, I will write again when I get home.
Yay! Sun!
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
A Shadow In Sosro
Well, it is my second to last day in Yogyakarta. My Exit Permit will be ready tomorrow, and I am fairly confident I will be jumping on a plane tomorrow afternoon and heading over to Bali.
I am staying in Jalan Sosrowijayan, which is one of the two tourist- areas in Yogya. My losmen is costing about $6 a night and it is really nice. I am so happy I decided to try and see Yogya from a different perspective because I have noticed new things in the last few days, even though I have driven down this street countless times.
Today I am going to go to Kota Gede, the silver city, to try and pick up a nice souvenir. Later I am going to head over to my old kos and get rid of some of my stuff. I have a ridiculous quantity of luggage - all books. And because I was an idiot and flew Qantas, the letter I have from my University asking for leniency RE weight of luggage, doesn't have any effect.
Anyhoo, thankfully, I was nowhere near the Tsunami/Earthquake that happened the other day. I left Jakarta three hours before the ground shook again. Some of my office friends said they felt the shake on Level 23 of the Jakarta Stock Exchange. I am not sure how well I would have coped had I been there......
Right, time to go and keep pretending to be a tourist!
I am staying in Jalan Sosrowijayan, which is one of the two tourist- areas in Yogya. My losmen is costing about $6 a night and it is really nice. I am so happy I decided to try and see Yogya from a different perspective because I have noticed new things in the last few days, even though I have driven down this street countless times.
Today I am going to go to Kota Gede, the silver city, to try and pick up a nice souvenir. Later I am going to head over to my old kos and get rid of some of my stuff. I have a ridiculous quantity of luggage - all books. And because I was an idiot and flew Qantas, the letter I have from my University asking for leniency RE weight of luggage, doesn't have any effect.
Anyhoo, thankfully, I was nowhere near the Tsunami/Earthquake that happened the other day. I left Jakarta three hours before the ground shook again. Some of my office friends said they felt the shake on Level 23 of the Jakarta Stock Exchange. I am not sure how well I would have coped had I been there......
Right, time to go and keep pretending to be a tourist!
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Last Day (Pretending to Work)
I'd like to pretend that I wasn't just posing for this one, but then, that would be lying.
Indian MTV
I just flicked on TV to get my sporadically required fix of Indian MTV, and by some bizarre coincidence (or tasteless joke), or cultural quirk, they are screening India’s best ever “Rail” tracks. Given what happened in Mumbai this week it seems like a strange choice of special feature, but I am not sure whether I am more surprised by the fact that there seems to be a genre of music in India devoted to music about trains. I just watched two film clips- one with a Bollywood star who I see every time I turn on the channel, running along the roof of a train, and another one with some happy looking guy hanging out the side of a train and smiling at all the girls picking tea. Of course, I can’t understand anything that they are singing about, or what the VJ’s are saying, but if anyone can provide an explanation on this apparent love affair Indian MTV has with trains I might be able to go some way toward actually understanding why the hell they would be screening this crazy stuff in the same week that a bunch of trains got blown up. Aku lagi bingung.
Anyway. I had my last day in the firm yesterday, and was kinda sad to finish there. The people have been so absolutely lovely, from the “office boys” to the partners, they were all very welcoming to me, as well as patient and kind. I got some good feedback on my project from my Supervisor – it is going to be made into a guide for the office on Broadcasting in Indonesia, and apparently I even get my name printed in it, which is kinda cool. It is tradition in Indonesia to buy cakes, or noodles or something on a special occasion like birthday, last day or whatever, and I bought some nice sponge cakes from a shop nearby. It was amusing to see some of the lawyers that I had never seen before emerge from their offices to eat it. Hehehe!
I then had dinner with my fellow “magangs”, that is interns, as well as Ryan and Rizky, at my favourite restaurant so far in Jakarta- the Italian restaurant Trattoria at Pondok Indah. It is the closest service I have come to that is reminiscent of Australia, and even better, they give you free appetizers and a chocolate liqueur free for dessert. I had warned them all that the dinner would be “Australian” style, i.e. I would not be paying for their food, because for that kind of function here it would also be usual to pay for your guests. However when the bill arrived and for the 12 of us who ate the bill was like about $120 including wine and beer, I decided to bring out the card and pay for everyone. Being on occasion a bit of a dunderhead, I didn’t realize that they didn’t accept credit, and ended up looking silly because I only had enough cash to cover about a third of the bill.
Luckily, one of the partners had showed up late to eat dinner on his way home (which by the way was also cool because it was just us interns there) and he put in another third of the bill, leaving the rest to be split between the others. In true Indo style, or perhaps true Australian style, the Indonesian’s left leaving myself and Ryan (mate from Yogya who is also here) to sit at the bar and drink a quiet beer. We started talking to the owner of the place and the chef, who from the looks are maybe a tiny bit older than me – and they gave us some more free beer. I highly recommend that place to anyone who comes to Jakarta. Fabulous food.
So we finished the beer and went on to that old favourite bar of mine Second Floor. Ryan and I got another beer, took a seat at some random table and within about 10 minutes were drinking Chivas Regal…..gratis. Rizky showed up a while later and we hung out with his friends, who were also buying us drinks. To cut a long story short, I had a headache this morning which is from a combination of over-consumption and hitting my head on the sink in my bathroom before I went out yesterday because the electricity was dead and I am unco. I stayed in bed for a long time today feeling sorry for my head and watching the Lost marathon, and now I am about to go out and watch Rizky’s band one last time.
I fly out of here Monday morning (I lost my paper ticket at the office– so I have to practice the dramatic “Oh dear I must have left it at home” thing), after I stop off at the office one more time to say goodbye to the head of the firm, an Aussie, who was in China last week. I will then be arriving in Yogya midday-ish, dropping off my bags at a Losmen (cheap hotel) in the tourist area, and get to Immigration so that I can get my exit permit within the week and head to Bali to join Alana.
It’s all action. I am gonna do Yogyakarta like a (budget) tourist this time. See all the things I missed last time, and see how things are going after the earthquake.
I am not exactly sad to be leaving Jakarta, I think it would be hard not to look forward to less traffic and fresher air. However, I could easily have stayed here longer if the opportunity had arisen. I have really liked my kos, maybe because I haven’t been in it a lot (I still haven’t really met anyone else who lives here, I have come to the conclusion that they are either ghosts or werewolves) but having cable has been fun. I will be very unhappy not to be able to watch Lost, Project Runway, Rockstar Supernova and CSI whenever I feel like it. On the other hand, perhaps I should stop rotting my brain and start reading, or having intelligent conversations, or pondering on life’s mysteries.
Ok, enough, rambling rambling rambling. See some of you soon, and others of you sooner.
Anyway. I had my last day in the firm yesterday, and was kinda sad to finish there. The people have been so absolutely lovely, from the “office boys” to the partners, they were all very welcoming to me, as well as patient and kind. I got some good feedback on my project from my Supervisor – it is going to be made into a guide for the office on Broadcasting in Indonesia, and apparently I even get my name printed in it, which is kinda cool. It is tradition in Indonesia to buy cakes, or noodles or something on a special occasion like birthday, last day or whatever, and I bought some nice sponge cakes from a shop nearby. It was amusing to see some of the lawyers that I had never seen before emerge from their offices to eat it. Hehehe!
I then had dinner with my fellow “magangs”, that is interns, as well as Ryan and Rizky, at my favourite restaurant so far in Jakarta- the Italian restaurant Trattoria at Pondok Indah. It is the closest service I have come to that is reminiscent of Australia, and even better, they give you free appetizers and a chocolate liqueur free for dessert. I had warned them all that the dinner would be “Australian” style, i.e. I would not be paying for their food, because for that kind of function here it would also be usual to pay for your guests. However when the bill arrived and for the 12 of us who ate the bill was like about $120 including wine and beer, I decided to bring out the card and pay for everyone. Being on occasion a bit of a dunderhead, I didn’t realize that they didn’t accept credit, and ended up looking silly because I only had enough cash to cover about a third of the bill.
Luckily, one of the partners had showed up late to eat dinner on his way home (which by the way was also cool because it was just us interns there) and he put in another third of the bill, leaving the rest to be split between the others. In true Indo style, or perhaps true Australian style, the Indonesian’s left leaving myself and Ryan (mate from Yogya who is also here) to sit at the bar and drink a quiet beer. We started talking to the owner of the place and the chef, who from the looks are maybe a tiny bit older than me – and they gave us some more free beer. I highly recommend that place to anyone who comes to Jakarta. Fabulous food.
So we finished the beer and went on to that old favourite bar of mine Second Floor. Ryan and I got another beer, took a seat at some random table and within about 10 minutes were drinking Chivas Regal…..gratis. Rizky showed up a while later and we hung out with his friends, who were also buying us drinks. To cut a long story short, I had a headache this morning which is from a combination of over-consumption and hitting my head on the sink in my bathroom before I went out yesterday because the electricity was dead and I am unco. I stayed in bed for a long time today feeling sorry for my head and watching the Lost marathon, and now I am about to go out and watch Rizky’s band one last time.
I fly out of here Monday morning (I lost my paper ticket at the office– so I have to practice the dramatic “Oh dear I must have left it at home” thing), after I stop off at the office one more time to say goodbye to the head of the firm, an Aussie, who was in China last week. I will then be arriving in Yogya midday-ish, dropping off my bags at a Losmen (cheap hotel) in the tourist area, and get to Immigration so that I can get my exit permit within the week and head to Bali to join Alana.
It’s all action. I am gonna do Yogyakarta like a (budget) tourist this time. See all the things I missed last time, and see how things are going after the earthquake.
I am not exactly sad to be leaving Jakarta, I think it would be hard not to look forward to less traffic and fresher air. However, I could easily have stayed here longer if the opportunity had arisen. I have really liked my kos, maybe because I haven’t been in it a lot (I still haven’t really met anyone else who lives here, I have come to the conclusion that they are either ghosts or werewolves) but having cable has been fun. I will be very unhappy not to be able to watch Lost, Project Runway, Rockstar Supernova and CSI whenever I feel like it. On the other hand, perhaps I should stop rotting my brain and start reading, or having intelligent conversations, or pondering on life’s mysteries.
Ok, enough, rambling rambling rambling. See some of you soon, and others of you sooner.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Burn Your Rubbish
How is it that I once more sit writing this blog post in my kos, having just eaten pop-mee and watching the Crows play again?? And this afternoon I will once more be going shopping…. Weird.
Anyways, am about to enter my final week of my time in Jakarta. I gotta heap of work to finish before I finish my internship, which I have a feeling is going to entail several later than usual finishes. But the good news is, there is a silver lining on the horizon – very soon I will be in Bali/Gili Islands getting a tan, so that I don’t get back to Australia and have to face your incredulous questions about where I have been living because of the enduring whiteness of my skin!
So anyway, today I am going to tell you about something that amuses/dismays me everytime I ride along Jalan Casablanca on my way to work on the back of the motorbike with a scarf tied around my face to block the pollution.
Jakarta has some of the worst air quality in the world, it also has some of the worst traffic in the world. The government, having in it’s wisdom decided that these two things may actually be connected, in an effort to ease the congestion in the CBD, implemented a law that says that between certain hours of the day any car on the road must have a minimum of three passengers.
Ok, cool. But because some people just couldn’t care less about complying with the spirit of that law, that is by organizing for example (shock horror) ‘car-pooling’, a few enterprising young souls realized that they could earn some spare cash by standing on the side of the road, and jumping in the cars of the law-breakers, earning probably the equivalent of a dollar or less, and then jumping out when the risk of the driver getting a fine has passed. It looks to me like the kids who stand on the side of the road, and who by the way are probably homeless/unemployed/orphaned or all three, have regular “customers” who pick them up everyday. Good on the kids I reckon, but in the meantime, absolutely nothing is being done about the pollution problem.
That is one thing that gets to me about Indonesia. Everything comes wrapped in 27 layers of plastic, people look at you like you have three heads when you say you don’t need a plastic bag, and the idea of throwing rubbish in for example, a bin, as opposed to the street or a public waterway, is quite a foreign concept. Burning rubbish is also contributing like mad to the poor air quality. Even many of my exceptionally well-educated friends that I have met through the internship don’t quite get the idea of taking care of the environment. Nonchalance about the environment is systemic, endemic, epidemic, call it what you will. Sadly, the Western world can put their shopping in recyclable “green” bags as much as we want, but while this kind of ignorance prevails in the developing world, it seems hard to see anything improving. Of course, this is all anecdotal and based on observation only, as opposed to facts and statistics, but I am pretty most people who have lived here will understand what I am saying. And my the way, I don’t attribute blame toIndonesian people generally. In the absence of a government that prioritises the environment, and strong civil society with influential and well-resourced NGO’s, it is probably not surprising.
Ok, enough ranting. One thing I realized the other day is how little I have mentioned the importance that music has had for me while I have been here. Right now I have a minor obsession with Gnarls Barkley, who I saw on MTV two weeks ago (that song Crazy…) and as yet, have been unable to find the CD. I bought the new Keane album the other day though, and that is very good. What else have I been listening to here?? Madonna-Confessions on a Dance Floor (yes I am a remarkably daggy Madonna devotee, still), Peterpan – Alexandria Soundtrack, Jamie Cullum, Neil Young and James Taylor, Tiesto, Pete Murray, m-FLO, Joanna Newsom, Kanye West- Late Registration (I still can’t get sick of that hip-hop masterpiece), Ween, John Legend, Goodnight Electric (of course), Kyoto Jazz Massive, Radiohead (of course), a Coldplay MP3 CD that I bought and has about 200 songs on it, and Nihtin Sawnhey! And a heap more of course, but there are some of the particularly important musix that now have memories of Indonesia embedded in their choruses and hooks. ;-)
Anyway, I’ve had my whinge. Time to go an upload this baby onto the blog. And if anyone can tell me more about Gnarls Barkley I will be, forever in your debt. Oh and btw, I am going to add a link to vimeo to my blog soon, which will let you see my video’s. I haven’t made many, but now I can share them I will make more. Sip!
Anyways, am about to enter my final week of my time in Jakarta. I gotta heap of work to finish before I finish my internship, which I have a feeling is going to entail several later than usual finishes. But the good news is, there is a silver lining on the horizon – very soon I will be in Bali/Gili Islands getting a tan, so that I don’t get back to Australia and have to face your incredulous questions about where I have been living because of the enduring whiteness of my skin!
So anyway, today I am going to tell you about something that amuses/dismays me everytime I ride along Jalan Casablanca on my way to work on the back of the motorbike with a scarf tied around my face to block the pollution.
Jakarta has some of the worst air quality in the world, it also has some of the worst traffic in the world. The government, having in it’s wisdom decided that these two things may actually be connected, in an effort to ease the congestion in the CBD, implemented a law that says that between certain hours of the day any car on the road must have a minimum of three passengers.
Ok, cool. But because some people just couldn’t care less about complying with the spirit of that law, that is by organizing for example (shock horror) ‘car-pooling’, a few enterprising young souls realized that they could earn some spare cash by standing on the side of the road, and jumping in the cars of the law-breakers, earning probably the equivalent of a dollar or less, and then jumping out when the risk of the driver getting a fine has passed. It looks to me like the kids who stand on the side of the road, and who by the way are probably homeless/unemployed/orphaned or all three, have regular “customers” who pick them up everyday. Good on the kids I reckon, but in the meantime, absolutely nothing is being done about the pollution problem.
That is one thing that gets to me about Indonesia. Everything comes wrapped in 27 layers of plastic, people look at you like you have three heads when you say you don’t need a plastic bag, and the idea of throwing rubbish in for example, a bin, as opposed to the street or a public waterway, is quite a foreign concept. Burning rubbish is also contributing like mad to the poor air quality. Even many of my exceptionally well-educated friends that I have met through the internship don’t quite get the idea of taking care of the environment. Nonchalance about the environment is systemic, endemic, epidemic, call it what you will. Sadly, the Western world can put their shopping in recyclable “green” bags as much as we want, but while this kind of ignorance prevails in the developing world, it seems hard to see anything improving. Of course, this is all anecdotal and based on observation only, as opposed to facts and statistics, but I am pretty most people who have lived here will understand what I am saying. And my the way, I don’t attribute blame toIndonesian people generally. In the absence of a government that prioritises the environment, and strong civil society with influential and well-resourced NGO’s, it is probably not surprising.
Ok, enough ranting. One thing I realized the other day is how little I have mentioned the importance that music has had for me while I have been here. Right now I have a minor obsession with Gnarls Barkley, who I saw on MTV two weeks ago (that song Crazy…) and as yet, have been unable to find the CD. I bought the new Keane album the other day though, and that is very good. What else have I been listening to here?? Madonna-Confessions on a Dance Floor (yes I am a remarkably daggy Madonna devotee, still), Peterpan – Alexandria Soundtrack, Jamie Cullum, Neil Young and James Taylor, Tiesto, Pete Murray, m-FLO, Joanna Newsom, Kanye West- Late Registration (I still can’t get sick of that hip-hop masterpiece), Ween, John Legend, Goodnight Electric (of course), Kyoto Jazz Massive, Radiohead (of course), a Coldplay MP3 CD that I bought and has about 200 songs on it, and Nihtin Sawnhey! And a heap more of course, but there are some of the particularly important musix that now have memories of Indonesia embedded in their choruses and hooks. ;-)
Anyway, I’ve had my whinge. Time to go an upload this baby onto the blog. And if anyone can tell me more about Gnarls Barkley I will be, forever in your debt. Oh and btw, I am going to add a link to vimeo to my blog soon, which will let you see my video’s. I haven’t made many, but now I can share them I will make more. Sip!
Friday, July 07, 2006
Child Squeezing in a Capital Market
Am at work, its Friday night, and I think I am about to turn off the lights and leave at the conclusion of my third week here. This is notwithstanding the fact that half of the firm is stuck in a professional development seminar about capital markets, and from the sound of their laughter, something about the purchase and sale of shares is tickling their sense of humour.
Am going to see Goodnite Electric later on tonight with a bunch of work people. They all just got bonuses (well the Associates did) so apparently I will once more be getting my drinks bought for me which is always nice ;-)
Anyway, this week have been up to my elbows in Indonesian Broadcasting Law, and I can’t resist but share with you this little gem from a translation of a law relating to broadcast advertising;
Article 46 3) e) – Commercial advertisement broadcast shall be banned from exploiting a child aged less than 18.
Ok fair enough, but the elucidation of this article then goes on to say........
“Exploiting a child shall be, for instance, the act of employing, using or squeezing a child in order to obtain personal, family or group gains.”
Employing, using, or squeezing. What the hell does that mean?
So all ye exploitating “child-squeezers” out there beware, no broadcasting of such abhorrent behaviour shall henceforth be permitted in Indonesia.
And for your information, the correct translation is something along the lines of blackmailing.
Will write more on Sunday!
Am going to see Goodnite Electric later on tonight with a bunch of work people. They all just got bonuses (well the Associates did) so apparently I will once more be getting my drinks bought for me which is always nice ;-)
Anyway, this week have been up to my elbows in Indonesian Broadcasting Law, and I can’t resist but share with you this little gem from a translation of a law relating to broadcast advertising;
Article 46 3) e) – Commercial advertisement broadcast shall be banned from exploiting a child aged less than 18.
Ok fair enough, but the elucidation of this article then goes on to say........
“Exploiting a child shall be, for instance, the act of employing, using or squeezing a child in order to obtain personal, family or group gains.”
Employing, using, or squeezing. What the hell does that mean?
So all ye exploitating “child-squeezers” out there beware, no broadcasting of such abhorrent behaviour shall henceforth be permitted in Indonesia.
And for your information, the correct translation is something along the lines of blackmailing.
Will write more on Sunday!
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Be Patience Darling
I received the above message in an SMS from my fellow intern Amel this morning. Don’t you think that’s a motto to live by? Be patience.
Anyway, handed in two pieces of work to my supervisor this week and haven’t heard anything back yet, so I am going in to ask him on Monday. I hate not getting feedback. Even if he says “that was rubbish, do it again” it’s better than hearing nothing.
Aside from work this week I did some pretty cool stuff.
On Monday I went and watched football at a bar that was absolutely chocca-bloc full of Aussies. On reflection, probably not the safest place to be in Jkt. I don’t think I will go there again. A) It was an average bar and b)if I am going to hang out in a bomb-target there are plenty of better ones in Jakarta. Hehehe. (Mum, Dad- I am being deliberately provocative- santai! Relax!) Anyway, bad result- absolutely unbelievable finish. But if we had made more of our opportunities when Italy went a man down, we wouldn’t have lost like that. And by the way- how the hell did Harry Kewell get gout? Can someone please explain that?
On Wednesday I caught up with my Japanese friend Kenta from Yogya. He is also doing an internship up here. We went to my fave Japanese restaurant so far in Indonesia- Sushi Groove in Setia Budi. It was another one of those occasions that freaks out Indonesian’s- one of the “why the hell are those to foreigners communicating using our language” moments! Anyway, Kenta is a champ- we had a good conversation about whaling- and agreed to disagree, with respect to each other’s points of view.
On Friday, I finished work at about 8pm and was invited by several colleagues including 2 of the partners to go to a bar to watch the Germany v Argentina match. Little did I realize I was the only girl, until one of the Associate’s friends showed up. Meanwhile this bar was like a relatively high-class escort establishment- i.e. not somewhere you go for a girl’s night out! I had been warned it was a bit seedy, but in the end it didn’t matter. The rule is if you go out with the partners they have to pay, so I got to drink a couple of glasses of lovely Western Australian Cab Shiraz. If you had asked me 6 months ago if it was lovely, my answer may well have been different- however given the fact I have hardly drunk wine here my palate is back to basics I think. Aduh.
And then, in the continuing theme of being given little choice as to whether I will embarrass myself in front of my colleagues, I became a cheerleader for the firm at an inter-law firm tournament. Every year 15 law firms across Jakarta take part in a sporting tournament, and yesterday morning was the opening ceremony as well as the opening of the women’s futsal tournament. I have already uploaded the relevant photo’s. I even suited up for futsal however because I hadn’t trained the coach wouldn’t play me. Nice waste of time!
Last night (Saturday) I stayed home- I can hardly believe it- but at 7pm I thought “I will just have a little nap” and then woke up at 10.30, ordered McDonalds home delivery (shame on me- but it’s so easy!) watched England lose on penalties and then fell asleep again.
Which brings me to today – it’s ¾ time in the Crows v Geelong match – the first Adelaide Crows game I have watched all year – I am typing this blog – eating Pop-Mee that is, instant noodles (I swear – I usually eat more nutritional food!) and then I think I am going to head out with my pal Riri to the Zara sale. Jakarta shopping is seriously fabulous. And I love Zara. It has to come to Australia soon.
Speaking of coming to Australia soon. At this point in time looks like I am coming home late-July. And after that, who knows???
Anyway, handed in two pieces of work to my supervisor this week and haven’t heard anything back yet, so I am going in to ask him on Monday. I hate not getting feedback. Even if he says “that was rubbish, do it again” it’s better than hearing nothing.
Aside from work this week I did some pretty cool stuff.
On Monday I went and watched football at a bar that was absolutely chocca-bloc full of Aussies. On reflection, probably not the safest place to be in Jkt. I don’t think I will go there again. A) It was an average bar and b)if I am going to hang out in a bomb-target there are plenty of better ones in Jakarta. Hehehe. (Mum, Dad- I am being deliberately provocative- santai! Relax!) Anyway, bad result- absolutely unbelievable finish. But if we had made more of our opportunities when Italy went a man down, we wouldn’t have lost like that. And by the way- how the hell did Harry Kewell get gout? Can someone please explain that?
On Wednesday I caught up with my Japanese friend Kenta from Yogya. He is also doing an internship up here. We went to my fave Japanese restaurant so far in Indonesia- Sushi Groove in Setia Budi. It was another one of those occasions that freaks out Indonesian’s- one of the “why the hell are those to foreigners communicating using our language” moments! Anyway, Kenta is a champ- we had a good conversation about whaling- and agreed to disagree, with respect to each other’s points of view.
On Friday, I finished work at about 8pm and was invited by several colleagues including 2 of the partners to go to a bar to watch the Germany v Argentina match. Little did I realize I was the only girl, until one of the Associate’s friends showed up. Meanwhile this bar was like a relatively high-class escort establishment- i.e. not somewhere you go for a girl’s night out! I had been warned it was a bit seedy, but in the end it didn’t matter. The rule is if you go out with the partners they have to pay, so I got to drink a couple of glasses of lovely Western Australian Cab Shiraz. If you had asked me 6 months ago if it was lovely, my answer may well have been different- however given the fact I have hardly drunk wine here my palate is back to basics I think. Aduh.
And then, in the continuing theme of being given little choice as to whether I will embarrass myself in front of my colleagues, I became a cheerleader for the firm at an inter-law firm tournament. Every year 15 law firms across Jakarta take part in a sporting tournament, and yesterday morning was the opening ceremony as well as the opening of the women’s futsal tournament. I have already uploaded the relevant photo’s. I even suited up for futsal however because I hadn’t trained the coach wouldn’t play me. Nice waste of time!
Last night (Saturday) I stayed home- I can hardly believe it- but at 7pm I thought “I will just have a little nap” and then woke up at 10.30, ordered McDonalds home delivery (shame on me- but it’s so easy!) watched England lose on penalties and then fell asleep again.
Which brings me to today – it’s ¾ time in the Crows v Geelong match – the first Adelaide Crows game I have watched all year – I am typing this blog – eating Pop-Mee that is, instant noodles (I swear – I usually eat more nutritional food!) and then I think I am going to head out with my pal Riri to the Zara sale. Jakarta shopping is seriously fabulous. And I love Zara. It has to come to Australia soon.
Speaking of coming to Australia soon. At this point in time looks like I am coming home late-July. And after that, who knows???
pompompompompom
As you can see, i am not averse to embarassing myself, especially where there are pom-poms involved!
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Kulcha
Well that football game last night was extremely disappointing- possibly the worse way to lose. But the following email to "Crikey" today made me laugh:
"A Crikey reader writes of the football: I am bereft. The only brighter point was walking home with Fed Square attendees last night past the art gallery when I overheard this sensational exchange: Fan 1: "Let's go to Lygon Street and break things." Fan 2: "No look, let's just break something at the gallery – there's a Picasso exhibition." Fan 1: "Mate, I reckon he's Spanish." That's Melbourne – passionate about footy but at least our hoons have kulcha."
Hehehehe. Does anyone even read this thing anymore btw??? Yuk! Commentlah!
"A Crikey reader writes of the football: I am bereft. The only brighter point was walking home with Fed Square attendees last night past the art gallery when I overheard this sensational exchange: Fan 1: "Let's go to Lygon Street and break things." Fan 2: "No look, let's just break something at the gallery – there's a Picasso exhibition." Fan 1: "Mate, I reckon he's Spanish." That's Melbourne – passionate about footy but at least our hoons have kulcha."
Hehehehe. Does anyone even read this thing anymore btw??? Yuk! Commentlah!
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Miss Jakarta Contest
As well as running counter to many of the feminist principles that I hold close and tight to my heart, this was also very embarassing. This is me with fellow interns Jesse and Amel.
Oh and BTW - I had to get a new phone number- so for those of you who love me- here it is : +6281385385861
Oh and BTW - I had to get a new phone number- so for those of you who love me- here it is : +6281385385861
A New Groove
It seem to me that no matter where in the world we find ourselves, it is human instinct to start carving out a little niche, a little routine, and a little zone of predictability. After just over a week here my little niche is well and truly carved, and the pace at which it has happened has given me an insight into what my life here would be like, if for arguments sake, this internship became a job.
I was pretty stressed and anxious before moving up to Jakarta, just because it was a big change from the happy little life I was living in Yogya. However, the instant I moved into my kos, the anxiety dissolved and I realized that I had been worrying subconciously about the fact I had nowhere to live. As such, surprisingly, I was not that nervous on my first day when I took the lift up to the 21st floor to start work.
The office is I imagine, fairly typical of top-tier legal offices the world over. Because the Indonesian firm I am with is linked with the international firm who authorized my placement in the first place, they are forced to work to international time keeping standards and meet monthly billable hour targets set in the States, but as consolation they receive their wages in $US. I have absolutely no doubt that they are working far harder than lawyers in the vast majority of other law firms in this country.
I have been assigned to a Partner who is American but has lived in Indonesia for over 20 years. He is a nice guy, even if he has loaded me up heavily with work, but has given me quite a bit of responsibility for a memo that that has been a long time in the making. My task has been to plough through an enormous folder of law (about 30% not yet translated into English i.e. in Indonesian) and check that it reconciles with what has been written in the memo and then make sure that all the various parts of the big fat thing don’t conflict. That was a nice baptism of fire for me.
The cool thing is that I am actually lumped in with the Indonesian interns who have all recently started in the firm (however their terms are for 3 months plus) and so I kind of had an instant support network of fellow travelers in the office. It has been very interesting to get to know some of them over the past week (and last night), and has reaffirmed my suspicion about this country about the way money flows to money. All the interns are from very wealthy families have grown up in the best districts of Jakarta and I am sure have never had to cope with the day to day struggle to make ends meet that most other Indonesians endure. That said, they are all good people and they have been very welcoming of the random white girl who showed up to their office. They also find me hilarious because I go to work at the Stock Exchange on the back of a motorbike (I pay the guy about $10 a week to pick me up from my kos and take me) whereas as they all come in their own cars, or with their drivers.
On Friday it was Jakarta’s 471st birthday (or something) and also the firms 17th birthday, and so there was a bit of a function put on at lunchtime (we get lunch free every day but this was a “special” lunch which was kinda gross) which entailed each of us new kids putting on traditional Betawi (original Jkt people) dress and being interviewed as part of a “Miss Jakarta” contest in front of all the employees of the firm. We each also had to dance in the Betawi style with one of the Partners, which was very embarrassing as I had never seen the Betawi style until I entered the room where the party was happening. The whole thing was conducted in Indonesian and although I can usually understand everything that is being said, the Jakarta dialect is very different from the Central Java dialect and combined with the fact that they were speaking at a million miles an hour, I had very little idea what was going on. So that was a good way to impress my colleagues. Wearing strange clothes and a blank expression.
A couple of things about the firm- the owners are both women (which I think is unusual even in an Australian context…….) and the business of the firm is conducted predominantly in English. This does not however, mean that I can get away with speaking only English. Because people know that I speak Indonesian and it is a novelty for them to hear an expat using Indo in the office, they insist on speaking to me in Bahasa. Which is good really and means that even if I don’t improve much this month, at least I won’t be going backwards.
Some other observations- there is a secretary in the office called “Candy Baby Joy Christie Wawaruntu”, Indonesia has a “Department of Manpower” and there is no such thing as a professional ring tone in the office- I have to laugh every time I hear the house music ring tone of one of the particularly serious partners.
Anyway, that’s the first week- it was pretty full-on- I can’t believe I forgot to mention the working hours- I start at 8pm and finish between 7pm and 10pm. A lot of the new kids brag about pulling 2am finishes, but I have seen their productivity levels after 6pm and the way they drop dramatically, so I am not going to be busting my *something* just to look like I am staying late. I would rather get my work done and leave, than hang around trying to look busy! This rule will especially apply on Monday night, as I refuse to sit and watch the Socceroo’s in the staff kitchen or while sitting in my kos, so I am going straight from work to seek out some compatriots to share the love with.
Ok. I am going shopping. Sampai ketemu lagi.
I was pretty stressed and anxious before moving up to Jakarta, just because it was a big change from the happy little life I was living in Yogya. However, the instant I moved into my kos, the anxiety dissolved and I realized that I had been worrying subconciously about the fact I had nowhere to live. As such, surprisingly, I was not that nervous on my first day when I took the lift up to the 21st floor to start work.
The office is I imagine, fairly typical of top-tier legal offices the world over. Because the Indonesian firm I am with is linked with the international firm who authorized my placement in the first place, they are forced to work to international time keeping standards and meet monthly billable hour targets set in the States, but as consolation they receive their wages in $US. I have absolutely no doubt that they are working far harder than lawyers in the vast majority of other law firms in this country.
I have been assigned to a Partner who is American but has lived in Indonesia for over 20 years. He is a nice guy, even if he has loaded me up heavily with work, but has given me quite a bit of responsibility for a memo that that has been a long time in the making. My task has been to plough through an enormous folder of law (about 30% not yet translated into English i.e. in Indonesian) and check that it reconciles with what has been written in the memo and then make sure that all the various parts of the big fat thing don’t conflict. That was a nice baptism of fire for me.
The cool thing is that I am actually lumped in with the Indonesian interns who have all recently started in the firm (however their terms are for 3 months plus) and so I kind of had an instant support network of fellow travelers in the office. It has been very interesting to get to know some of them over the past week (and last night), and has reaffirmed my suspicion about this country about the way money flows to money. All the interns are from very wealthy families have grown up in the best districts of Jakarta and I am sure have never had to cope with the day to day struggle to make ends meet that most other Indonesians endure. That said, they are all good people and they have been very welcoming of the random white girl who showed up to their office. They also find me hilarious because I go to work at the Stock Exchange on the back of a motorbike (I pay the guy about $10 a week to pick me up from my kos and take me) whereas as they all come in their own cars, or with their drivers.
On Friday it was Jakarta’s 471st birthday (or something) and also the firms 17th birthday, and so there was a bit of a function put on at lunchtime (we get lunch free every day but this was a “special” lunch which was kinda gross) which entailed each of us new kids putting on traditional Betawi (original Jkt people) dress and being interviewed as part of a “Miss Jakarta” contest in front of all the employees of the firm. We each also had to dance in the Betawi style with one of the Partners, which was very embarrassing as I had never seen the Betawi style until I entered the room where the party was happening. The whole thing was conducted in Indonesian and although I can usually understand everything that is being said, the Jakarta dialect is very different from the Central Java dialect and combined with the fact that they were speaking at a million miles an hour, I had very little idea what was going on. So that was a good way to impress my colleagues. Wearing strange clothes and a blank expression.
A couple of things about the firm- the owners are both women (which I think is unusual even in an Australian context…….) and the business of the firm is conducted predominantly in English. This does not however, mean that I can get away with speaking only English. Because people know that I speak Indonesian and it is a novelty for them to hear an expat using Indo in the office, they insist on speaking to me in Bahasa. Which is good really and means that even if I don’t improve much this month, at least I won’t be going backwards.
Some other observations- there is a secretary in the office called “Candy Baby Joy Christie Wawaruntu”, Indonesia has a “Department of Manpower” and there is no such thing as a professional ring tone in the office- I have to laugh every time I hear the house music ring tone of one of the particularly serious partners.
Anyway, that’s the first week- it was pretty full-on- I can’t believe I forgot to mention the working hours- I start at 8pm and finish between 7pm and 10pm. A lot of the new kids brag about pulling 2am finishes, but I have seen their productivity levels after 6pm and the way they drop dramatically, so I am not going to be busting my *something* just to look like I am staying late. I would rather get my work done and leave, than hang around trying to look busy! This rule will especially apply on Monday night, as I refuse to sit and watch the Socceroo’s in the staff kitchen or while sitting in my kos, so I am going straight from work to seek out some compatriots to share the love with.
Ok. I am going shopping. Sampai ketemu lagi.
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Gotta Kos, Seentha Office, dAH bANkrup!
Ok so am 15 hours, a world cup game and a nervous tummy away from starting work. My first few days in JTown have been interesting and expensive (mum- please bear in mind when you see my credit card statement that I have been buying work related clothing! except for the one drink at the four seasons where i was caught embarrassingly short on cash!!! :-) !!)
anyways, flew in to Jkt with Sam and Lauren (yes Heights people- Lauren Carter) and that was good cos it took my mind of feeling sad about Yogya and being nervous as I was around people excited about having a debaucherous Jtown weekend.
On Thursday we traipsed around in a million cabs looking for a hotel for the first night which was a pain in the proverbial. Something hilarious happened- we went to one hotel in Chikini and were rejected because they have a rule about unmarried opposite sex people staying in the same room. It was pretty hilarious. We ended up falling back on the Lonely PLanet option which was mediocre but was run by a very nice man who taught us how not to get ripped off by taxi drivers.
Anyways that night we went out to Plaza Senayan- a playground for the rich and ridiculous (one of many in this city) and all got haircuts. I needed a business-y style cut and wasn't prepared to risk my locks at Johnny Andrean- Indonesian wide chain cutter- so paid for a haircut that worked out to be about $A35. My Ibu Kos will hopefully never find out- she freaked when I paid $8 in Yogya- most Indonesians pay $1 or less. Anyway, we did that, then went out to the wine bar Vin+ and drank some Aussie red then watched England play in the bar Second Floor.
The next day I had to look for a kos, and made the mistake of waiting ages to start doing it. I fortunately came across the nicest taxi driver, certainly in Jkt and possibly the world, who then drove me around for 4 hours. All the places recommended by work unfortunately were full, although all proximate to the office- it's a shame, one of them was next door to the Iranian Ambassador's Residence.
Anyway roamed hi and lo, and after a lot of stress found the perfect place. However they couldn't give it to me straight away cos someone had put down a deposit. So I waited and then they called me back and said no it was definitely taken and I couldn't have it. I was very annoyed and stressed a) because it was perfect and I could have fitted half of yogya in my airconditioned hot water shower room and b) cos I had nowhere to sleep that night. Ended up going for option 2 which was at the time my distant 2nd choice. About $300 for the month, air con, tiny room, washing included and warm water. Turns out it was a good choice, I have cable tv in my room, free drinking water and a very helpful guy in the kos who is going to drive me on a motorbike to work and pick me up for $3 a day. He also set up my tv so that I can watch world cup! Woo hoo! So this is the reason when my first choice kos called me the next day and said "actually we do have a room we got it wrong" i said "no i am quite happy here thanks". oh and the other cool thing was, they reduced the rent for me in my kos to only $200 for the month because I am only staying 4 weeks. they were initially going to make me pay for the whole of july then took pity on me! for those of you who know about my dire financial situation and the fact I am NOT GETTING PAID while I am here will appreciate just how important that is!!!
anyhoo, thats the kos. it has worked out better, but the kos vibe here is way different to yogya, i have only seen 2 other people who live there- it's definitely a business type kos. oh and its mixed so there are boys and girls, and i can actually have my male friends come in my room without having to ask permission like in yogya- so thats nice cos my only 2 friends here are riskhy and ryan- who obviously are both boys.
so i have done a practice run up to the office, and it looks pretty plush. i went up on the saturday thinking i could get the elevator up, see the office and then leave stealthily and undetected. but my plan was foiled by the fact that two lawyers saw me gawking in the door! i went in and said hello, all in Indonesian, and said see u Monday and then left feeling stupid. Oh well, would have been stupider if I hadn't said hello.
Right, so this is already long enough, have to go home and read my Indo law book and try not to be too nervous about tomorrow and also think about watchin the world cup. am gonna be watching it solo in my kos.... bit lonely, but I would be an idiot to go out and watch it the night before starting work...... Come on Aussie! Post me some comments people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
anyways, flew in to Jkt with Sam and Lauren (yes Heights people- Lauren Carter) and that was good cos it took my mind of feeling sad about Yogya and being nervous as I was around people excited about having a debaucherous Jtown weekend.
On Thursday we traipsed around in a million cabs looking for a hotel for the first night which was a pain in the proverbial. Something hilarious happened- we went to one hotel in Chikini and were rejected because they have a rule about unmarried opposite sex people staying in the same room. It was pretty hilarious. We ended up falling back on the Lonely PLanet option which was mediocre but was run by a very nice man who taught us how not to get ripped off by taxi drivers.
Anyways that night we went out to Plaza Senayan- a playground for the rich and ridiculous (one of many in this city) and all got haircuts. I needed a business-y style cut and wasn't prepared to risk my locks at Johnny Andrean- Indonesian wide chain cutter- so paid for a haircut that worked out to be about $A35. My Ibu Kos will hopefully never find out- she freaked when I paid $8 in Yogya- most Indonesians pay $1 or less. Anyway, we did that, then went out to the wine bar Vin+ and drank some Aussie red then watched England play in the bar Second Floor.
The next day I had to look for a kos, and made the mistake of waiting ages to start doing it. I fortunately came across the nicest taxi driver, certainly in Jkt and possibly the world, who then drove me around for 4 hours. All the places recommended by work unfortunately were full, although all proximate to the office- it's a shame, one of them was next door to the Iranian Ambassador's Residence.
Anyway roamed hi and lo, and after a lot of stress found the perfect place. However they couldn't give it to me straight away cos someone had put down a deposit. So I waited and then they called me back and said no it was definitely taken and I couldn't have it. I was very annoyed and stressed a) because it was perfect and I could have fitted half of yogya in my airconditioned hot water shower room and b) cos I had nowhere to sleep that night. Ended up going for option 2 which was at the time my distant 2nd choice. About $300 for the month, air con, tiny room, washing included and warm water. Turns out it was a good choice, I have cable tv in my room, free drinking water and a very helpful guy in the kos who is going to drive me on a motorbike to work and pick me up for $3 a day. He also set up my tv so that I can watch world cup! Woo hoo! So this is the reason when my first choice kos called me the next day and said "actually we do have a room we got it wrong" i said "no i am quite happy here thanks". oh and the other cool thing was, they reduced the rent for me in my kos to only $200 for the month because I am only staying 4 weeks. they were initially going to make me pay for the whole of july then took pity on me! for those of you who know about my dire financial situation and the fact I am NOT GETTING PAID while I am here will appreciate just how important that is!!!
anyhoo, thats the kos. it has worked out better, but the kos vibe here is way different to yogya, i have only seen 2 other people who live there- it's definitely a business type kos. oh and its mixed so there are boys and girls, and i can actually have my male friends come in my room without having to ask permission like in yogya- so thats nice cos my only 2 friends here are riskhy and ryan- who obviously are both boys.
so i have done a practice run up to the office, and it looks pretty plush. i went up on the saturday thinking i could get the elevator up, see the office and then leave stealthily and undetected. but my plan was foiled by the fact that two lawyers saw me gawking in the door! i went in and said hello, all in Indonesian, and said see u Monday and then left feeling stupid. Oh well, would have been stupider if I hadn't said hello.
Right, so this is already long enough, have to go home and read my Indo law book and try not to be too nervous about tomorrow and also think about watchin the world cup. am gonna be watching it solo in my kos.... bit lonely, but I would be an idiot to go out and watch it the night before starting work...... Come on Aussie! Post me some comments people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Some Kind of Ending
Well it's my last morning in Yogya. In about 90 minutes I will be leaving my kos for a flight to Jakarta and in 4 days I start work.
12 Hours Ago I finished a party with my kos family and the girls and they gave me a bunch of presents and all wrote really beautiful messages for me in a book. I had to give a speech which no doubt made absolutely no sense, but they all nodded and smiled so i guess they got the gist.
9 Hours ago I got home from final drinks at Bar Bintang with the crew who are still in Yogya (a lot of people have gone to Bali). Because the staff there know my name (shame on me) and I often joke about with them, they put on my favourite Bintang music namely Abbey Road by The Beatles and then my other favourite Bintang music 311! None of the heathens (!) I was with understood the magic of The Beatles so I pondered the longevity of that album while stirring sugar into my Lemon Tea. Yes that's right no beer for me. I start working on Monday gituloh!
15 Hours Ago I got home from the airport to say goodbye to Ben, who, in the next chapter of his ongoing story of impossible bad luck, broke his hand on Tuesday and was told by one of the Aussie doctors to "just go home mate" because of the seriousness of the break (on his right & writing hand) and the high risk of infection here.
36 Hours ago I had a hot shower at the Hyatt in one of the rooms of the AusAID staff- a theatre nurse whom I had never before met and who gave me use of her room for one hour while she had her final briefing-we then got taken out to dinner to thank us for our work. We are also getting some kind of letter acknowledging our contribution to the relief work, which will be on Federal Government letterhead and will no doubt be quite useful in the future.
So thats my last day and a half in Yogya. Too many goodbyes. And although I suppose it should get easier as I get older to say goodbye to people, I find terrifying the thought that some of the most interesting, intelligent and kind-hearted people that I now call my friends, by virtue of the situation in which we met, I will probably rarely see again.
Yogya has changed in the last 2 weeks btw. Which isn't surprising I suppose. But where before I could walk the length of Jalan Kaliurang and not see another single foreigner except maybe the odd Australian, now I see one every 50 metres. There are also so many SUV's on the road now it is staggering, each with a little white sign in the window identifying it as the vehicle of a particular NGO. There are 65 NGO's in Yogya, all working hard, all distributing aid and providing medical care and logistical assistance, many creating dependencies and tensions within local communities which will be very hard to dissolve when the NGO's pack up and go home.
The dilemma for all time- how to do it all properly. And from 2 conversations I have had with different people since Sunday, the United Nations really has no idea either.
Ok, so I am off to J-Town to find if the streets are paved with gold and see whether people actually do wear 3 piece suits in 32 degree 97 percent humidity. And Dad, I don't really know anyone in Jakarta so I am going to have to find a bar or something to watch the game in, either that or watch it in my new kos........... Iii-aaa.
12 Hours Ago I finished a party with my kos family and the girls and they gave me a bunch of presents and all wrote really beautiful messages for me in a book. I had to give a speech which no doubt made absolutely no sense, but they all nodded and smiled so i guess they got the gist.
9 Hours ago I got home from final drinks at Bar Bintang with the crew who are still in Yogya (a lot of people have gone to Bali). Because the staff there know my name (shame on me) and I often joke about with them, they put on my favourite Bintang music namely Abbey Road by The Beatles and then my other favourite Bintang music 311! None of the heathens (!) I was with understood the magic of The Beatles so I pondered the longevity of that album while stirring sugar into my Lemon Tea. Yes that's right no beer for me. I start working on Monday gituloh!
15 Hours Ago I got home from the airport to say goodbye to Ben, who, in the next chapter of his ongoing story of impossible bad luck, broke his hand on Tuesday and was told by one of the Aussie doctors to "just go home mate" because of the seriousness of the break (on his right & writing hand) and the high risk of infection here.
36 Hours ago I had a hot shower at the Hyatt in one of the rooms of the AusAID staff- a theatre nurse whom I had never before met and who gave me use of her room for one hour while she had her final briefing-we then got taken out to dinner to thank us for our work. We are also getting some kind of letter acknowledging our contribution to the relief work, which will be on Federal Government letterhead and will no doubt be quite useful in the future.
So thats my last day and a half in Yogya. Too many goodbyes. And although I suppose it should get easier as I get older to say goodbye to people, I find terrifying the thought that some of the most interesting, intelligent and kind-hearted people that I now call my friends, by virtue of the situation in which we met, I will probably rarely see again.
Yogya has changed in the last 2 weeks btw. Which isn't surprising I suppose. But where before I could walk the length of Jalan Kaliurang and not see another single foreigner except maybe the odd Australian, now I see one every 50 metres. There are also so many SUV's on the road now it is staggering, each with a little white sign in the window identifying it as the vehicle of a particular NGO. There are 65 NGO's in Yogya, all working hard, all distributing aid and providing medical care and logistical assistance, many creating dependencies and tensions within local communities which will be very hard to dissolve when the NGO's pack up and go home.
The dilemma for all time- how to do it all properly. And from 2 conversations I have had with different people since Sunday, the United Nations really has no idea either.
Ok, so I am off to J-Town to find if the streets are paved with gold and see whether people actually do wear 3 piece suits in 32 degree 97 percent humidity. And Dad, I don't really know anyone in Jakarta so I am going to have to find a bar or something to watch the game in, either that or watch it in my new kos........... Iii-aaa.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Ole Ole Ole Ole auss-ie auss-ie!
What a win!
My third to last night in Yogya and what a way to celebrate it. After the game we proceeded to terrify half of Yogya by driving all the way to Bintang on the bikes with flags waving, engines revving in third gear and horns beeping. You bloody beauty!
We watched the game in a big outside bar with all our Japanese friends. They were understandably vocal for the first half and a bit of the match, but sat there in dismay as we proceeded to tap three into the net! Good sports however, and we all shook hands at the end!
Anyways, am leaving for Jakarta on Thursday morning and start work on Monday which is very inconvenient timing given the Australian match on Sunday night. Still having mixed emotions about leaving Yogya and I am feeling quite nervous at the prospect of J-Town minus the safety net that all us Aussies take for granted here, but it will work out fine.
And I apologise to anyone who sat listening to ABC this morning-turns out the interview I did was on Radio Adelaide. I was so damned tired however I have no idea how it was........aduh! Selamat world cup!
My third to last night in Yogya and what a way to celebrate it. After the game we proceeded to terrify half of Yogya by driving all the way to Bintang on the bikes with flags waving, engines revving in third gear and horns beeping. You bloody beauty!
We watched the game in a big outside bar with all our Japanese friends. They were understandably vocal for the first half and a bit of the match, but sat there in dismay as we proceeded to tap three into the net! Good sports however, and we all shook hands at the end!
Anyways, am leaving for Jakarta on Thursday morning and start work on Monday which is very inconvenient timing given the Australian match on Sunday night. Still having mixed emotions about leaving Yogya and I am feeling quite nervous at the prospect of J-Town minus the safety net that all us Aussies take for granted here, but it will work out fine.
And I apologise to anyone who sat listening to ABC this morning-turns out the interview I did was on Radio Adelaide. I was so damned tired however I have no idea how it was........aduh! Selamat world cup!
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Flutterbies
I might be going out in the field with AusAID tomorrow so am posting this now in case I can't later- but sometime Tuesday morning I am doing an interview on ABC Adelaide. It is 6am my time (rather inconveniently early given that Australia play Monday night). That's all I know.
And btw- am well aware that "rationalisation" is incorrectly spelled on my previous entry. Serves me right for trying to use 6 syllable words with a hangover and an enormous sleep deficit. Salam!
And btw- am well aware that "rationalisation" is incorrectly spelled on my previous entry. Serves me right for trying to use 6 syllable words with a hangover and an enormous sleep deficit. Salam!
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Stars Align
It occurred to myself and my friends last night that it is only by a rare and rather fortunate twist of fate that one can sit, in a bar, in an earthquake zone, with an erupting volcano in the distance, with friends from all corners of the globe, drink beer, listen to Indonesian reggae and watch the World Cup. Some might call it an incarnation of their worst nightmare (hi mum!), I call it bloody cool.
Last night was a good night. Sad because it will be one of the last times I do that in Yogya, with that particular group of people (Turkey, Irelandia - you hear me?!) but also not sad, because if you have to leave a place behind, then this is the way you want to do it. Well, that is, excluding the thumping headache that I woke up with. Doing it all again tonight, but on lemon tea instead of Carlsberg. Eng-er-land!
Today I turned my bedroom into a little cinema for the kids in the kos. I had promised them before I left that I would take them to the cinema, but the earthquake sorted that one out, so the trade off was that I bought them a bunch of lollies chocolate and softdrink and we rented some films from the video shop and watched them on my laptop. Resa, Kotzar and Vikri- gorgeous little children who I am going to miss very much, at least for the next month while I am in Jakarta.
I am putting off going across the road to the supermarket to get a box to pack up my room because it is something I would rather not have to do. Alas, being overseas and living in Yogya is not the end in itself, it is the means, and now I its time pursue different means to move a little closer to the end. Does that even make sense? I am tired, and my brain understands it anyway......... it's my rationlisation of my situation to try and dull the blow of leaving behind good friends.
As for the chance to stay on here and work.... I have had a somewhat nebulous offer of work from a contact I have here. In Indonesia I feel that "somewhat nebulous" can be equated with what you and I know as "in-principle agreement"........ so will wait and see with that one.
Ok peeps, time to sleep sebelum piala dunia mulai lagi. That is before the world cup starts again.
Last night was a good night. Sad because it will be one of the last times I do that in Yogya, with that particular group of people (Turkey, Irelandia - you hear me?!) but also not sad, because if you have to leave a place behind, then this is the way you want to do it. Well, that is, excluding the thumping headache that I woke up with. Doing it all again tonight, but on lemon tea instead of Carlsberg. Eng-er-land!
Today I turned my bedroom into a little cinema for the kids in the kos. I had promised them before I left that I would take them to the cinema, but the earthquake sorted that one out, so the trade off was that I bought them a bunch of lollies chocolate and softdrink and we rented some films from the video shop and watched them on my laptop. Resa, Kotzar and Vikri- gorgeous little children who I am going to miss very much, at least for the next month while I am in Jakarta.
I am putting off going across the road to the supermarket to get a box to pack up my room because it is something I would rather not have to do. Alas, being overseas and living in Yogya is not the end in itself, it is the means, and now I its time pursue different means to move a little closer to the end. Does that even make sense? I am tired, and my brain understands it anyway......... it's my rationlisation of my situation to try and dull the blow of leaving behind good friends.
As for the chance to stay on here and work.... I have had a somewhat nebulous offer of work from a contact I have here. In Indonesia I feel that "somewhat nebulous" can be equated with what you and I know as "in-principle agreement"........ so will wait and see with that one.
Ok peeps, time to sleep sebelum piala dunia mulai lagi. That is before the world cup starts again.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Updatelah
Hmmm, just completed all my exams in a big chunk. Have one more big assignment to write in Indonesian now and then I am done.... 10 days till Jakarta and I am so disorganised it isn't funny.
On Sunday and Monday I made my interpreting debut with AusAID- don't get excited I was doing simple logistical stuff, unlike some of my compatriots who were in surgeries (i don't have enough faith in my abilities to do that). Anyway it was interesting, and the guys in the team (mainly men) are really top Aussies, hell ocker, and interesting to talk to. They also bribed us with Australian chocolate and paying for our lunch he he he.
Anyway my interpreting highlights have been as follows:
1) Having to explain to the naval commander running the field hospital (which is a half-finished basketball stadium) that he needs to do something about the people who are washing their clothes in the toilet out the back.
2)That he needs to do something about the raw sewerage emanating from a toilet in close proximity to the hospital, while I was pointing at said sewerage.
3) That he needs to stop helicopters from landing so close to the AusAID installment because it might cause severance of electrical cords (true) or cause dirt to enter the medical equipment (lie- but more effective in achieving desired outcome)
Anyways, this guy wearing navy uniform and loads of badges just stared at me like I was an upstart of a 23 year old Australian girl with average Indonesian and no uniform and what the hell was I telling him for. Which wasn't far from the mark. But the helicopters started landing further away.....
Anyway, my head feels distinctly fluish. Not surprising really.
My immediate problems in life are as follows- where am I going to find a shop selling suits in my size now that all the big malls in town have fallen down, where am I going to find shoes, and where am I going to find the one book in existence written in English on the Indonesian legal system which was impossible to find before the earthquake and it seems, will be more impossible to find now.
Aduh. Sampai nanti.
On Sunday and Monday I made my interpreting debut with AusAID- don't get excited I was doing simple logistical stuff, unlike some of my compatriots who were in surgeries (i don't have enough faith in my abilities to do that). Anyway it was interesting, and the guys in the team (mainly men) are really top Aussies, hell ocker, and interesting to talk to. They also bribed us with Australian chocolate and paying for our lunch he he he.
Anyway my interpreting highlights have been as follows:
1) Having to explain to the naval commander running the field hospital (which is a half-finished basketball stadium) that he needs to do something about the people who are washing their clothes in the toilet out the back.
2)That he needs to do something about the raw sewerage emanating from a toilet in close proximity to the hospital, while I was pointing at said sewerage.
3) That he needs to stop helicopters from landing so close to the AusAID installment because it might cause severance of electrical cords (true) or cause dirt to enter the medical equipment (lie- but more effective in achieving desired outcome)
Anyways, this guy wearing navy uniform and loads of badges just stared at me like I was an upstart of a 23 year old Australian girl with average Indonesian and no uniform and what the hell was I telling him for. Which wasn't far from the mark. But the helicopters started landing further away.....
Anyway, my head feels distinctly fluish. Not surprising really.
My immediate problems in life are as follows- where am I going to find a shop selling suits in my size now that all the big malls in town have fallen down, where am I going to find shoes, and where am I going to find the one book in existence written in English on the Indonesian legal system which was impossible to find before the earthquake and it seems, will be more impossible to find now.
Aduh. Sampai nanti.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
A Few Moments for Reflection
It has been to say the very least, the most challenging, emotionally testing and rewarding week of my life. The earthquake happened a week ago, and it feels like no time and all time have passed. The weirdest feeling.
ACICIS, through the donations we received, I estimate spent about 100million rupiah last week on sending aid to some of the most remote areas of Bantul and other areas of the province of Yogya. Which is approaching 15 thousand dollars. However because of exams, that unfortunately still must be completed, we have to stop work until Thursday at which point we are going to reassess what would best be done with the residual money, of which there is still a lot. The reason I know so much about the money is because I was put in charge of finance during the week, which was hilarious to me as I loathe accounting, but gave me a good focus and something that I could do properly and well.
So until next Thursday, no ACICIS related activities, but there are a few organisations that need interpreters including AusAID, so I might do a couple of shifts with them starting tomorrow.
We had our ACICIS final dinner last night at Parsley, and it was a good chance to unwind and relax with a beer and our close friends together. Somewhere in all the chaos, Lauren, Sam with Lestari (ACICIS employee) managed to find time to come up with awards for all of us. Alana won the Tequila award (for drinking the most free tequila at Hugo’s) Ben won the Bad Luck Award (for having Typhoid, losing wallets, having hundreds of dollars a watch and a ring stolen, and other miscellaneous bad luck) and I won the Turkchaser Award. If you don’t know what that means don’t ask. ;-)
To end the evening, Katrina (ex pat Aussie married to an East Timorese guy & living in Yogya) and I sang the Yogyakarta Blues that we composed on Thursday night. When I get the lyrics from Kat I will post them, although they are full of in-jokes and token Indonesian words, so y’all might not find em that funny……. We then commandeered the band and proceeded to sing for another half an hour. No-one paid any attention to us, but it was a good stress release.
Anyway, it has occurred to me coming to the end of my time in Yogya and given all that has happened that I really don’t want to leave. I am settled in well, my Indonesian would benefit from another 6 months here, and it is an easy place to live. If my internship in Jakarta doesn’t bear the kind of fruit I am looking for then I am going to look for work with an Aid Organisation here in Yogya, they have already started advertising so I am sure that there are going to be a lot of opportunities. Don’t worry mum, I will come home first. Anyway, nothing may eventuate, but I am going to try anyway and see what fate throws up out of the cracks in the road that weren’t there a week ago…………..
ACICIS, through the donations we received, I estimate spent about 100million rupiah last week on sending aid to some of the most remote areas of Bantul and other areas of the province of Yogya. Which is approaching 15 thousand dollars. However because of exams, that unfortunately still must be completed, we have to stop work until Thursday at which point we are going to reassess what would best be done with the residual money, of which there is still a lot. The reason I know so much about the money is because I was put in charge of finance during the week, which was hilarious to me as I loathe accounting, but gave me a good focus and something that I could do properly and well.
So until next Thursday, no ACICIS related activities, but there are a few organisations that need interpreters including AusAID, so I might do a couple of shifts with them starting tomorrow.
We had our ACICIS final dinner last night at Parsley, and it was a good chance to unwind and relax with a beer and our close friends together. Somewhere in all the chaos, Lauren, Sam with Lestari (ACICIS employee) managed to find time to come up with awards for all of us. Alana won the Tequila award (for drinking the most free tequila at Hugo’s) Ben won the Bad Luck Award (for having Typhoid, losing wallets, having hundreds of dollars a watch and a ring stolen, and other miscellaneous bad luck) and I won the Turkchaser Award. If you don’t know what that means don’t ask. ;-)
To end the evening, Katrina (ex pat Aussie married to an East Timorese guy & living in Yogya) and I sang the Yogyakarta Blues that we composed on Thursday night. When I get the lyrics from Kat I will post them, although they are full of in-jokes and token Indonesian words, so y’all might not find em that funny……. We then commandeered the band and proceeded to sing for another half an hour. No-one paid any attention to us, but it was a good stress release.
Anyway, it has occurred to me coming to the end of my time in Yogya and given all that has happened that I really don’t want to leave. I am settled in well, my Indonesian would benefit from another 6 months here, and it is an easy place to live. If my internship in Jakarta doesn’t bear the kind of fruit I am looking for then I am going to look for work with an Aid Organisation here in Yogya, they have already started advertising so I am sure that there are going to be a lot of opportunities. Don’t worry mum, I will come home first. Anyway, nothing may eventuate, but I am going to try anyway and see what fate throws up out of the cracks in the road that weren’t there a week ago…………..
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Update
Hey ppl,
Stuff we have been doing summarised below.
Dear ACICIS supporters, family and friends,
This is an update from the ACICIS office in Yogyakarta as of Thursday, June 1.
Firstly, on behalf of all the ACICIS students working on post-earthquake relief efforts in Yogyakarta, we sincerely thank you all for your wonderful support.
We would like to update you on what we have done so far, and what we intend to do.
Firstly, we wish to acknowledge that we are not an aid organisation. Your donations are not tax deductible, firstly because we are not working as an organisation but as a group of individuals associated with ACICIS. We understand and appreciate that you have donated because you know us as individuals, or you have been passed on information from other people you trust. We thank you for your confidence and wish to keep you informed as to where your money is going.
Secondly, because we are not set up organisationally to do this work, we are currently gathering information about several organisations we think are already best placed to carry out effective medium-term relief efforts. Obviously we will need to stop at some point and pass on any remaining money. So, today we met and made a plan for the next week all ACICIS students currently in Jogja were invited to attend. We will keep working until tomorrow (Friday) night to carry out activities already in process. We will break from Saturday to Wednesday to study and complete exams. On Thursday we will meet again with fresh energy and new information to decide how to proceed.
In summary, relief efforts so far have been:
Days 1-2 (Saturday and Sunday) Individual efforts by ACICIS students.
Day 3 (Monday) Gathered at ACICIS, those who were there pooled information about what was needed, pooled all available cash, bought medical supplies, divided up and delivered to medical posts same day. Bulk food bought along with toiletries, fuel and water and divided into 50 household packs (one big box each). Used motorbikes to deliver medical packs and rice. One night delivery of other supplies by truck to a village at Terbah.
Day 4 (Tuesday) Record keeping system developed. Start using money donated to Phil s account. Two early morning deliveries of remainder of packs made up the day before. Information feedback from deliveries about more appropriate supplies. Made new bulk food and equipment orders (tents, fuel...). Received bulk medical supplies order made the day before. Delivered back out to medical posts and villages.
Day 5 (Wednesday) Refining record keeping and organisation. Decided to combine efforts with a relief post in the south of the city who are very well organised. Two deliveries to them to distribute. Several bulk supply loads bought and picked up by others to deliver, or delivered ourselves to villages we knew were in need. Another truckload of bulk food bought. Cross checking with other organisations information re needs line up. Students also working with the university on translation tasks.
Day 6 (Thursday) Reassessment of situation. Meeting reviewed all previous efforts. Assessed financial situation and medium term plans. At least $5,000 spent so far, and it appears that at least that amount will be spent today and again tomorrow. Hundreds of different kinds of packs and other supplies delivered to at least 15 different villages to be distributed to scores of families, and scores more delivered directly to families wherever possible. Other supplies delivered to about 25 other places over the course of the week as supplementary efforts and via other contacts. Hard to evaluate numbers of people we have reached. Decided now to focus on the 3 villages we have good contacts in, that we know have not yet received other assistance. Today to be spent on delivering and organising pick up of bulk food that is here. More bulk supplies of rice, tarps, cooking oil and kerosene being bought now. Supplies like tarps are no longer available in Jogja and we are sending trucks elsewhere.
Plan for Day 7 (Friday) Focus on shopping - buy more bulk supplies with the money we have.
Saturday to Wednesday We are taking an official break, studying for and sitting exams. In the meantime, low key efforts over the 5 days will deliver existing supplies, and other contacts will pick up and deliver. We will also do some more information gathering to identify several options for use of any remaining funds.
Thursday 8 June Meeting to regather and reassess.
**
Once again, thank you all so much for your support. As you can understand, the situation is potentially quite stressful. The devastation to be seen is shocking, but the people affected are showing amazing resiliance and patience. We are only one small group amongst many thousands of people - from larger international aid organisations to local NGOs and temporary networks - who are all working to the best of their abilities. Whilst the need is still huge and will be for some time, the urgency is abating. Your help has made a difference up until now there were villages who had still received no government or official aid assistance. This accords with information from other groups.
With regard to further donations, we advise that whilst the work we have done to date has been useful, we cannot sustain these efforts and there are other groups that are better organised and in a position to continue to be effective. We are currently seeking alternative options for donations, and will provide you with a list you can choose from as soon as possible. Donations still being received into Phil s account will be used to fulfil requests as long as we have the energy and people. Remaining funds will be channelled into other organisations to be determined next week.
We will continue to keep you informed of our activities and decisions.
Yours sincerely
ACICIS Students in Jogja
Stuff we have been doing summarised below.
Dear ACICIS supporters, family and friends,
This is an update from the ACICIS office in Yogyakarta as of Thursday, June 1.
Firstly, on behalf of all the ACICIS students working on post-earthquake relief efforts in Yogyakarta, we sincerely thank you all for your wonderful support.
We would like to update you on what we have done so far, and what we intend to do.
Firstly, we wish to acknowledge that we are not an aid organisation. Your donations are not tax deductible, firstly because we are not working as an organisation but as a group of individuals associated with ACICIS. We understand and appreciate that you have donated because you know us as individuals, or you have been passed on information from other people you trust. We thank you for your confidence and wish to keep you informed as to where your money is going.
Secondly, because we are not set up organisationally to do this work, we are currently gathering information about several organisations we think are already best placed to carry out effective medium-term relief efforts. Obviously we will need to stop at some point and pass on any remaining money. So, today we met and made a plan for the next week all ACICIS students currently in Jogja were invited to attend. We will keep working until tomorrow (Friday) night to carry out activities already in process. We will break from Saturday to Wednesday to study and complete exams. On Thursday we will meet again with fresh energy and new information to decide how to proceed.
In summary, relief efforts so far have been:
Days 1-2 (Saturday and Sunday) Individual efforts by ACICIS students.
Day 3 (Monday) Gathered at ACICIS, those who were there pooled information about what was needed, pooled all available cash, bought medical supplies, divided up and delivered to medical posts same day. Bulk food bought along with toiletries, fuel and water and divided into 50 household packs (one big box each). Used motorbikes to deliver medical packs and rice. One night delivery of other supplies by truck to a village at Terbah.
Day 4 (Tuesday) Record keeping system developed. Start using money donated to Phil s account. Two early morning deliveries of remainder of packs made up the day before. Information feedback from deliveries about more appropriate supplies. Made new bulk food and equipment orders (tents, fuel...). Received bulk medical supplies order made the day before. Delivered back out to medical posts and villages.
Day 5 (Wednesday) Refining record keeping and organisation. Decided to combine efforts with a relief post in the south of the city who are very well organised. Two deliveries to them to distribute. Several bulk supply loads bought and picked up by others to deliver, or delivered ourselves to villages we knew were in need. Another truckload of bulk food bought. Cross checking with other organisations information re needs line up. Students also working with the university on translation tasks.
Day 6 (Thursday) Reassessment of situation. Meeting reviewed all previous efforts. Assessed financial situation and medium term plans. At least $5,000 spent so far, and it appears that at least that amount will be spent today and again tomorrow. Hundreds of different kinds of packs and other supplies delivered to at least 15 different villages to be distributed to scores of families, and scores more delivered directly to families wherever possible. Other supplies delivered to about 25 other places over the course of the week as supplementary efforts and via other contacts. Hard to evaluate numbers of people we have reached. Decided now to focus on the 3 villages we have good contacts in, that we know have not yet received other assistance. Today to be spent on delivering and organising pick up of bulk food that is here. More bulk supplies of rice, tarps, cooking oil and kerosene being bought now. Supplies like tarps are no longer available in Jogja and we are sending trucks elsewhere.
Plan for Day 7 (Friday) Focus on shopping - buy more bulk supplies with the money we have.
Saturday to Wednesday We are taking an official break, studying for and sitting exams. In the meantime, low key efforts over the 5 days will deliver existing supplies, and other contacts will pick up and deliver. We will also do some more information gathering to identify several options for use of any remaining funds.
Thursday 8 June Meeting to regather and reassess.
**
Once again, thank you all so much for your support. As you can understand, the situation is potentially quite stressful. The devastation to be seen is shocking, but the people affected are showing amazing resiliance and patience. We are only one small group amongst many thousands of people - from larger international aid organisations to local NGOs and temporary networks - who are all working to the best of their abilities. Whilst the need is still huge and will be for some time, the urgency is abating. Your help has made a difference up until now there were villages who had still received no government or official aid assistance. This accords with information from other groups.
With regard to further donations, we advise that whilst the work we have done to date has been useful, we cannot sustain these efforts and there are other groups that are better organised and in a position to continue to be effective. We are currently seeking alternative options for donations, and will provide you with a list you can choose from as soon as possible. Donations still being received into Phil s account will be used to fulfil requests as long as we have the energy and people. Remaining funds will be channelled into other organisations to be determined next week.
We will continue to keep you informed of our activities and decisions.
Yours sincerely
ACICIS Students in Jogja
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Donations from outside Australia
Hi
Further to what I wrote earlier today- people who want to donate from e.g England or Japan can make a tranfer to the following account. In fact anyone can do this if they want- we have opened up a special account at an Indonesian bank.
The main detail you need is the SWIFT CODE and ACCOUNT NUMBER which is for International transfers-
That is - BNINIDJAXXX
Account Number - 0102938973
Bank office - BNI (Bank Nasional Indonesia) UGM Yogya
The account name is- Sdr Samuel Maxim Icklow
Another good day today - lots of blankets, kerosene and food being sent to remote areas. Loads of NGO's have started arriving too.
Further to what I wrote earlier today- people who want to donate from e.g England or Japan can make a tranfer to the following account. In fact anyone can do this if they want- we have opened up a special account at an Indonesian bank.
The main detail you need is the SWIFT CODE and ACCOUNT NUMBER which is for International transfers-
That is - BNINIDJAXXX
Account Number - 0102938973
Bank office - BNI (Bank Nasional Indonesia) UGM Yogya
The account name is- Sdr Samuel Maxim Icklow
Another good day today - lots of blankets, kerosene and food being sent to remote areas. Loads of NGO's have started arriving too.
Donations
To people who already donated to my personal account thankyou. People who are donating to the general account of the Director can you please either tell me via a comment on the blog or using my email.
This is a request from the Director so we have some degree of accountability about where the money is coming and going.
Thanks.
This is a request from the Director so we have some degree of accountability about where the money is coming and going.
Thanks.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Aid 5
Ok, so far from friends and family I have received $400. Other ACICIS students are receiving similar amounts, so multiply that by 40 and you have a lot of money. We have sent out more convoys today and they are being well received, we have even been thanked on the radio.
The account details to donate money are in the post below.
Thanks everyone for your care and concern. I am fine. But there are a lot of people who aren't.
The account details to donate money are in the post below.
Thanks everyone for your care and concern. I am fine. But there are a lot of people who aren't.
Panic at the End of My Street
This was about five minutes after the first screams of "Tsunami". I was terrified that if there was another aftershock people would come streaming up my street and overtake my kos. It is the tallest building in the street.
Monday, May 29, 2006
I am Ok - Breathe On Sister Breathe On
Hello everyone. First you all know, through my dad that I am ok. Saturday morning privided 2 of the most terrifying experiences of my life- first 57 seconds of magnitude 6 earthquake and 2 hours later, crazy panic as people fled from an imaginary tsunami. it wasn't clear at first how severe the damage was, and I did contemplate leaving on Saturday afternoon. However, yesterday I headed out with some friends to Bantul. We spent a lot of our own money on buying food, water, medicine to take to the people down there who have lost everything. The pattern of devastation is random, buildings stand with no damage next to piles of rubble. I went to a refugee camp and what I saw was so sad. However amongst all the horror the people down there are still smiling. Aid is filtering through and international NGO's are getting in slowly. Sadly, the Indonesian Government response is, as yet, not very visible.
Today we have set up emergency response convoys to start sending medicine down to Bantul and also to Prambanan and Klaten which are badly damaged. Between us we put together 12 million rupiah or about $1500-1700 dollars. By we I mean the ACICIS students, along with other international students here. We have put together a letter which i have attached to this post with account details should you wish to donate some money. Rest assured every single cent will go toward helping people, as our only interest in asking for this money is to help the community that has been so generous with us while we have lived here.
I just got back from the hospital and donating blood. They are in desperate need of blood. Circumstances at the hospital are mixed. There are people in the corridors and walkways, but all seem to have water and food and none seemed to be in pain. It was surprisingly clean, and people are calm.
As for the rest of Yogya, people are getting back to normal. Shops are open, and in my area at least, there is hardly any damage. And of course, I have my exams starting tomorrow. Though I am not sure what standard our teachers are expectin given that all the international students are pretty much out in the field helping people.
Will try to upload some photo's and elaborate more on what has happened. Rest assured- I am fine, I am healthy, I am now able to go to sleep without leaving the door open and light on and my kos is a fortress where I feel very safe. Luv you all, miss you all. Please read the letter below.
Dear Friends and Family
As you would all already know, Yogyakarta and surrounding areas have been severely affected by a major earthquake early Saturday morning. Medical supplies, water and food are severely lacking in those villages which have still not been able to receive emergency assistance.
There are currently many emergency efforts being organized. If you have already donated thank you! – you have probably already saved some lives.
For those of you who would like to make a direct contribution now, we at ACICIS (Australian Consortium for In Country Indonesian Studies) in conjunction with other international students are currently coordinating an emergency response effort to organise direct relief to the most remote villages which are currently receiving little assistance. We are purchasing supplies that we think are most needed, based on information from those of us who have visited those areas, and advice from other contacts here.
At this stage, we believe supporting ACICIS directly is the most effective way to support our efforts because we have a committed team of young Australians on the ground, with language skills, knowledge, and local contacts. We are also coordinating our efforts with other groups and organizations.
ACICIS students are spending all the personal cash we currently have in our bank accounts, but are desperately in need of more. If you are in a position to donate funds, it would be greatly appreciated. A few Australian dollars can make a big difference.
The easiest way for us to get cash to buy medical and other emergency relief supplies is for you, our family and friends, to make transfers directly to our Resident Director’s account in Australia. This avoids unnecessary fees for transferring to foreign accounts, and avoids the confusion of receiving transfers to a number of different accounts. Phil King, the Resident Director, will be able to supply an account statement to show that all funds arriving into this account have been spent in the next few days.
The details of Phil’s account are as follows:
Philip King
Illawarra Mutual Building Society (IMB)
BSB: 641 800
Account No: 200171941
Keep in mind the time lag on bank transfers- at least one day, so please make the transfer as quickly as possible. We would appreciate if you could forward this email to those you think may want to help.
Yours faithfully
Adelle
Today we have set up emergency response convoys to start sending medicine down to Bantul and also to Prambanan and Klaten which are badly damaged. Between us we put together 12 million rupiah or about $1500-1700 dollars. By we I mean the ACICIS students, along with other international students here. We have put together a letter which i have attached to this post with account details should you wish to donate some money. Rest assured every single cent will go toward helping people, as our only interest in asking for this money is to help the community that has been so generous with us while we have lived here.
I just got back from the hospital and donating blood. They are in desperate need of blood. Circumstances at the hospital are mixed. There are people in the corridors and walkways, but all seem to have water and food and none seemed to be in pain. It was surprisingly clean, and people are calm.
As for the rest of Yogya, people are getting back to normal. Shops are open, and in my area at least, there is hardly any damage. And of course, I have my exams starting tomorrow. Though I am not sure what standard our teachers are expectin given that all the international students are pretty much out in the field helping people.
Will try to upload some photo's and elaborate more on what has happened. Rest assured- I am fine, I am healthy, I am now able to go to sleep without leaving the door open and light on and my kos is a fortress where I feel very safe. Luv you all, miss you all. Please read the letter below.
Dear Friends and Family
As you would all already know, Yogyakarta and surrounding areas have been severely affected by a major earthquake early Saturday morning. Medical supplies, water and food are severely lacking in those villages which have still not been able to receive emergency assistance.
There are currently many emergency efforts being organized. If you have already donated thank you! – you have probably already saved some lives.
For those of you who would like to make a direct contribution now, we at ACICIS (Australian Consortium for In Country Indonesian Studies) in conjunction with other international students are currently coordinating an emergency response effort to organise direct relief to the most remote villages which are currently receiving little assistance. We are purchasing supplies that we think are most needed, based on information from those of us who have visited those areas, and advice from other contacts here.
At this stage, we believe supporting ACICIS directly is the most effective way to support our efforts because we have a committed team of young Australians on the ground, with language skills, knowledge, and local contacts. We are also coordinating our efforts with other groups and organizations.
ACICIS students are spending all the personal cash we currently have in our bank accounts, but are desperately in need of more. If you are in a position to donate funds, it would be greatly appreciated. A few Australian dollars can make a big difference.
The easiest way for us to get cash to buy medical and other emergency relief supplies is for you, our family and friends, to make transfers directly to our Resident Director’s account in Australia. This avoids unnecessary fees for transferring to foreign accounts, and avoids the confusion of receiving transfers to a number of different accounts. Phil King, the Resident Director, will be able to supply an account statement to show that all funds arriving into this account have been spent in the next few days.
The details of Phil’s account are as follows:
Philip King
Illawarra Mutual Building Society (IMB)
BSB: 641 800
Account No: 200171941
Keep in mind the time lag on bank transfers- at least one day, so please make the transfer as quickly as possible. We would appreciate if you could forward this email to those you think may want to help.
Yours faithfully
Adelle
Friday, May 26, 2006
Polygamy in the Key of White Knickers
OK- I am only going to offer you an abbreviated version of the mountain story to supplement my 11 ½ steps to mountain climbing heaven/hell, as we did it nearly a week ago and I have other stuff to talk about.
Basically what happened was this. We left at 1pm to head in the direction of Mount Ungaran by AC’d bus. We arrived at 4pm in a little town at the foot of the mountain and changed transport to mini-vans. They were rather useless transport as with 10 Aussies in each they continuously stalled on the steep bits (being a mountain that was most of it) and we had to unload, run up the hill and get back in.
We stopped at base camp 1 to focus on the mammoth task ahead, drink coffee, eat instant noodles and rest. It started to absolutely p down with rain at this point which was a rather depressing prospect- scaling a mountain in torrential rain, erm no thanks. Anyway, it stopped about half an hour before set off time. We then climbed for three-four hours (the easiest bit by far) until we got to Base Camp 2 which is a kampung/village half way up the mountain. It’s a shame I will only ever see it by night as it sounds pretty interesting- don’t ask me why but there are 60ppl who live there- and if a baby is born someone has to leave, and if someone dies someone has to move there. Don’t ask why I have no idea- all I know is it is an easy place for the Indonesian Government to conduct population census.
Anyway we stayed there until abt 1.30 am. I had about an hour’s sleep, and several coffees, and more instant noodles. We then set off in our two groups hiking up the mountain. I should mention here that I was listening to music all the way up, on the first leg it was a combination of Madonna and Hottest 100 2005. On the second leg I was listening to an 80’s mix given to me by Ray, and was as such scaling cliffs with such classics as Grease Is The Word, Now That We’ve Found Love by Heavy D & The Boyz (yes hello keith), as well as classics from Tiffany, Bananarama, The Cars, Duran Duran and New Order. I am not sure because I had a backpack on my back, but it is likely that people trekking behind me launched such projectiles at my back as Tango wafer biscuits and Silver Queen chocolate wrappers. They probably reached breaking point when I started singing Ghost Busters. Oh my goodness, and how could I forget, Power of Love by Huey Lewis and the News was in the mix too. (I am listening to it right now hence the absent minded additions to the list!) Hey mum, what is the song that goes “"Oh I-I, I'd do anything that you want me too-oo-ooo, but I can’t go for that, no can do, no, I can’t go for that, can’t go for that, no can do”. I am sure Aunty Helen or Uncle Kevin will know if you don’t. That’s in the mix too. Such a comprehensive memoir of 80’s cheese.
Anyway, back to the mountain. So this leg was tough. Lot’s of climbing up rocks. Lots of lactic acid. It wasn’t aerobically tough, but physically tough. And the worst bit is, the Indonesian strategy for keeping us moving was to say “only 15 minutes more”. When they continually say it for the last 2 hours of the climb, it induces murderous thoughts of death by strangulation…… whoops, did I write that. Only kidding. It makes you love them even more.
So we got to the puncak, the top, at about 4.30am. Apparently for the last half an hour everyone in the first group who was already at the top could hear me squawking and/or singing 80’a music. It’s nice to know my voice carries that far! It wasn’t overly cold at the top, but the problem is that you are doused in sweat and that makes the wind feel freezing. I deliriously changed my clothes, and at this point, a clean pair of white knickers that I didn’t even know I had in my backpack fell out, and were discovered at the door of the tent by our Indonesian guides, whom I found out hours later, threw them around for a while and then threw them onto a nearby tree. Delightful. Anyway, we watched sunrise, ate more instant noodles, drank Milo, coffee and other goodies, and at about 8am (no sleep for me) commenced the descent.
All I will say about the descent is this- 3 and a half hours, ½ dense jungle, ½ on a path on the edge of a cliff suitable for passage by such animals as goats and dogs, not people, 100% of the path made of clay, me falling over so many times I lost my sense of humour and almost cried (if it wasn’t for Ryan I would have probably set up a camp there and stopped descending, living a solitary mountain life forever), last half an hour descending in torrential rain, a hand covered in leeches after touching some weird plant. It was tough. I am now in a position to reflect on the descent and say that it has somehow strengthened my character, however there are now 5 days, a 90 minute reflexology massage and a "night out" between me and the mountain.
Anyway, it was good, although I threw away the yellow jacket that you may have seen in the photo’s because it resembled the loin cloth of a mud-wrestler. Lucky I bought it second hand for $1.
So that was that.
Oh I forgot to mention that the night before on the Friday night, myself and the band (as yet unnamed) played 4 songs at Bintang (Passenger-Powderfinger, Holy Grail again, Ku Tak Bisa and Steal My Kisses- Ben Harper). As a consequence I had a mild hangover on the climbing day because of the confidence beer I drank prior to singing….. hehehe.
Since last weekend a few things have happened. A week has passed. I have just three weeks left in Yogya. I had my last class for uni and have exams next week. I completed my 1500 word assignment for International Security, excerpted below. (Yes, I am not just here climbing mountains and singing in bars……. I actually know how to write stuff!) Although according to Agnes, my assignment bore the hallmarks of a student who has tried hard to make the best of their limited vocabulary. I am still unsure if that is a compliment or an insult…… Last night I ate in a restaurant owned by the leader of Polygamy in Indonesia. I am not sure what you do to become the leader of polygamy, aside from having 4 wives, but nonetheless that was what the menu said.
Polygamy is an interesting issue to talk about here. Nearly everyone here thinks that men who use the Koran as justification for having multiple wives is mis-interpreting the actions of the Prophet Mohammed, whom I believe took his other wives because they were widowed and therefore he was doing them a good deed by protecting them from stigma that existed at the time. Hardly anyone agrees with it, and it is hard to carry out I think, while still being true to the Koran which demands that each wife be treated exactly equally in terms of love, maintenance, companionship etc. Anyway, the restaurant guy clearly thinks he can do it, although no-one I speaks to thinks he can.
Ok enough random ranting.
To my wonderful, one-of-a-kind grandparents who have just set off on their round the world trip. Selamat jalan, hati-hati, I love you lots and have an absolute ball.
And I am going to start copying Keith and Becky and do “what I am listening to”:
Haste 80’s mix (at this very moment, Phil Collins- Invisible Touch), Portishead-Dummy, Massive Attack-Blue Lines, random drum and bass, and some hot Indo trance.
And this is the proof I can "do Indonesian"
Menurut Buzan, Weaver & de Wilde “security is about survival”. Tegasnya, proses sekuritisasi akan terjadi kalau pemerintah nasional (atau aktor sekuritisasi lain) mengatakan bahwa ada ancaman atau existential threat untuk sesuatu yang harus dilindungi, yaitu referent object.
Esei ini akan mempertimbangkan isu terrorisme dan cara isu ini sudah disekuritisasikan antara Australia dan Indonesia. Terutama, tindakan-tindakan dan kebijaksanaan pemerintah Australia sebagai securitising actornya dalam hubungan dengan existential threat ini akan diperhatikan. Walaupun referent object di Australia yang menghubungkan terrorisme masih kurang jelas, kalau kita melihat speech actnya yang sudah dilakukan oleh Pemerintah Australia, proses analisis ini menjadi lebih sederhana. Dengan kata lain, speech act yang dikatakan oleh Pemerintah Australia mengungkapkan fokus dan tujuan-tujuannya.
Basically what happened was this. We left at 1pm to head in the direction of Mount Ungaran by AC’d bus. We arrived at 4pm in a little town at the foot of the mountain and changed transport to mini-vans. They were rather useless transport as with 10 Aussies in each they continuously stalled on the steep bits (being a mountain that was most of it) and we had to unload, run up the hill and get back in.
We stopped at base camp 1 to focus on the mammoth task ahead, drink coffee, eat instant noodles and rest. It started to absolutely p down with rain at this point which was a rather depressing prospect- scaling a mountain in torrential rain, erm no thanks. Anyway, it stopped about half an hour before set off time. We then climbed for three-four hours (the easiest bit by far) until we got to Base Camp 2 which is a kampung/village half way up the mountain. It’s a shame I will only ever see it by night as it sounds pretty interesting- don’t ask me why but there are 60ppl who live there- and if a baby is born someone has to leave, and if someone dies someone has to move there. Don’t ask why I have no idea- all I know is it is an easy place for the Indonesian Government to conduct population census.
Anyway we stayed there until abt 1.30 am. I had about an hour’s sleep, and several coffees, and more instant noodles. We then set off in our two groups hiking up the mountain. I should mention here that I was listening to music all the way up, on the first leg it was a combination of Madonna and Hottest 100 2005. On the second leg I was listening to an 80’s mix given to me by Ray, and was as such scaling cliffs with such classics as Grease Is The Word, Now That We’ve Found Love by Heavy D & The Boyz (yes hello keith), as well as classics from Tiffany, Bananarama, The Cars, Duran Duran and New Order. I am not sure because I had a backpack on my back, but it is likely that people trekking behind me launched such projectiles at my back as Tango wafer biscuits and Silver Queen chocolate wrappers. They probably reached breaking point when I started singing Ghost Busters. Oh my goodness, and how could I forget, Power of Love by Huey Lewis and the News was in the mix too. (I am listening to it right now hence the absent minded additions to the list!) Hey mum, what is the song that goes “"Oh I-I, I'd do anything that you want me too-oo-ooo, but I can’t go for that, no can do, no, I can’t go for that, can’t go for that, no can do”. I am sure Aunty Helen or Uncle Kevin will know if you don’t. That’s in the mix too. Such a comprehensive memoir of 80’s cheese.
Anyway, back to the mountain. So this leg was tough. Lot’s of climbing up rocks. Lots of lactic acid. It wasn’t aerobically tough, but physically tough. And the worst bit is, the Indonesian strategy for keeping us moving was to say “only 15 minutes more”. When they continually say it for the last 2 hours of the climb, it induces murderous thoughts of death by strangulation…… whoops, did I write that. Only kidding. It makes you love them even more.
So we got to the puncak, the top, at about 4.30am. Apparently for the last half an hour everyone in the first group who was already at the top could hear me squawking and/or singing 80’a music. It’s nice to know my voice carries that far! It wasn’t overly cold at the top, but the problem is that you are doused in sweat and that makes the wind feel freezing. I deliriously changed my clothes, and at this point, a clean pair of white knickers that I didn’t even know I had in my backpack fell out, and were discovered at the door of the tent by our Indonesian guides, whom I found out hours later, threw them around for a while and then threw them onto a nearby tree. Delightful. Anyway, we watched sunrise, ate more instant noodles, drank Milo, coffee and other goodies, and at about 8am (no sleep for me) commenced the descent.
All I will say about the descent is this- 3 and a half hours, ½ dense jungle, ½ on a path on the edge of a cliff suitable for passage by such animals as goats and dogs, not people, 100% of the path made of clay, me falling over so many times I lost my sense of humour and almost cried (if it wasn’t for Ryan I would have probably set up a camp there and stopped descending, living a solitary mountain life forever), last half an hour descending in torrential rain, a hand covered in leeches after touching some weird plant. It was tough. I am now in a position to reflect on the descent and say that it has somehow strengthened my character, however there are now 5 days, a 90 minute reflexology massage and a "night out" between me and the mountain.
Anyway, it was good, although I threw away the yellow jacket that you may have seen in the photo’s because it resembled the loin cloth of a mud-wrestler. Lucky I bought it second hand for $1.
So that was that.
Oh I forgot to mention that the night before on the Friday night, myself and the band (as yet unnamed) played 4 songs at Bintang (Passenger-Powderfinger, Holy Grail again, Ku Tak Bisa and Steal My Kisses- Ben Harper). As a consequence I had a mild hangover on the climbing day because of the confidence beer I drank prior to singing….. hehehe.
Since last weekend a few things have happened. A week has passed. I have just three weeks left in Yogya. I had my last class for uni and have exams next week. I completed my 1500 word assignment for International Security, excerpted below. (Yes, I am not just here climbing mountains and singing in bars……. I actually know how to write stuff!) Although according to Agnes, my assignment bore the hallmarks of a student who has tried hard to make the best of their limited vocabulary. I am still unsure if that is a compliment or an insult…… Last night I ate in a restaurant owned by the leader of Polygamy in Indonesia. I am not sure what you do to become the leader of polygamy, aside from having 4 wives, but nonetheless that was what the menu said.
Polygamy is an interesting issue to talk about here. Nearly everyone here thinks that men who use the Koran as justification for having multiple wives is mis-interpreting the actions of the Prophet Mohammed, whom I believe took his other wives because they were widowed and therefore he was doing them a good deed by protecting them from stigma that existed at the time. Hardly anyone agrees with it, and it is hard to carry out I think, while still being true to the Koran which demands that each wife be treated exactly equally in terms of love, maintenance, companionship etc. Anyway, the restaurant guy clearly thinks he can do it, although no-one I speaks to thinks he can.
Ok enough random ranting.
To my wonderful, one-of-a-kind grandparents who have just set off on their round the world trip. Selamat jalan, hati-hati, I love you lots and have an absolute ball.
And I am going to start copying Keith and Becky and do “what I am listening to”:
Haste 80’s mix (at this very moment, Phil Collins- Invisible Touch), Portishead-Dummy, Massive Attack-Blue Lines, random drum and bass, and some hot Indo trance.
And this is the proof I can "do Indonesian"
Menurut Buzan, Weaver & de Wilde “security is about survival”. Tegasnya, proses sekuritisasi akan terjadi kalau pemerintah nasional (atau aktor sekuritisasi lain) mengatakan bahwa ada ancaman atau existential threat untuk sesuatu yang harus dilindungi, yaitu referent object.
Esei ini akan mempertimbangkan isu terrorisme dan cara isu ini sudah disekuritisasikan antara Australia dan Indonesia. Terutama, tindakan-tindakan dan kebijaksanaan pemerintah Australia sebagai securitising actornya dalam hubungan dengan existential threat ini akan diperhatikan. Walaupun referent object di Australia yang menghubungkan terrorisme masih kurang jelas, kalau kita melihat speech actnya yang sudah dilakukan oleh Pemerintah Australia, proses analisis ini menjadi lebih sederhana. Dengan kata lain, speech act yang dikatakan oleh Pemerintah Australia mengungkapkan fokus dan tujuan-tujuannya.
Last Day of Lectures
Sophie (from Germany) and I pretend to study on the last day of Uni, whilst actually checking out the World Cup Timetable and organising a party at which we can gratuitously slander the efforts of the opponents of our respective nations..........
Actually, I am lying, we were contemplating the finer points of the memper-kan affixation...
Anyway, it was the last day of uni on Wednesday, and we celebrated accordingly later that night..........he he he.
Actually, I am lying, we were contemplating the finer points of the memper-kan affixation...
Anyway, it was the last day of uni on Wednesday, and we celebrated accordingly later that night..........he he he.
Monday, May 22, 2006
Five and a Half Reasons NOT To Climb A Mountain
1) Over 36 hours with only one hour of "sleep" and 11 hours of climbing.
2) It's bloody cold at the top.
3) Leeches
4) Trekking down 7Km of slick, wet clay is actually not very good fun, especially when you have not slept for 24 hours.
4.5) Trekking down 7Km of slick, wet clay is actually not very good fun, especially when you are exceptionally uncoordinated and spend the majority of the 7Km falling over, and/or sliding down on your backside.
5) There is a lot of pain the next day.
5.5) It is not a good way to prepare for writing a 1500 word assignment, in Indonesian, that is due the day after you get home.
Will tell the whole story when I have finished all my exams and assignments. Glad I did it, but my new philosophy on mountain climbing is "Yes, it's an option...... but not one that I end to choose again." Ha ha ha. I suppose you aren't surprised. I have some cool photo's though!
2) It's bloody cold at the top.
3) Leeches
4) Trekking down 7Km of slick, wet clay is actually not very good fun, especially when you have not slept for 24 hours.
4.5) Trekking down 7Km of slick, wet clay is actually not very good fun, especially when you are exceptionally uncoordinated and spend the majority of the 7Km falling over, and/or sliding down on your backside.
5) There is a lot of pain the next day.
5.5) It is not a good way to prepare for writing a 1500 word assignment, in Indonesian, that is due the day after you get home.
Will tell the whole story when I have finished all my exams and assignments. Glad I did it, but my new philosophy on mountain climbing is "Yes, it's an option...... but not one that I end to choose again." Ha ha ha. I suppose you aren't surprised. I have some cool photo's though!
Five Reasons To Climb A Mountain
1) Nice view from the top
2) Good for the muscles
3) Happy feelings of accomplishment
4) Pleasant group bonding experience
5) Did I mention the nice view?
2) Good for the muscles
3) Happy feelings of accomplishment
4) Pleasant group bonding experience
5) Did I mention the nice view?
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Merapi and Me
This is the volcano that is currently erupting!
And in other news I am climbing a mountain this weekend. I will surely die I am so unfit!
And in other news I am climbing a mountain this weekend. I will surely die I am so unfit!
Monday, May 15, 2006
Fortune Finds Me Fit and Able
Thus far in Indonesia, I have to say that there are few things from which I derive as much simple pleasure, as riding along on the back of a motorbike through the rural areas of the province of Yogyakarta, with my walkman in my ears. For some reason this combination of circumstances turns me into a goofily happy passenger.
Imagine escaping the city limits of Yogyakarta, experiencing an almost instant drop in temperature, cool wind rushing over your skin, picturesque “countryside” on all sides and a beautiful clear blue sky, shining sun and the silhouette of an angry angry volcano punctuating the view to the east.
This was my Saturday afternoon. The planets truly aligned, so instead of the afternoon rain blowing in at 2.30, an almost Adelaide-esque sun poked its face from behind a cloud and stubbornly shined until it set.
Saturday also happened to be the most important day for the Buddhist faith, that is the Waisak Festival, which celebrates Buddha’s birthday, day of enlightenment and his reaching of Nirvana. Thousands of Buddhist pilgrims from all over the world converged on a point one hour from Yogyakarta which is one of the most spectacular and important pieces of Buddhist architecture in the world : Borobodur.
So Alana, Willy, myself, Ida and two other of Alana’s kos friends decided to join the pilgrimage. It really is a lovely ride from Yogya to Borobodur. We met a little misfortune however, because being improperly informed on the logistics of the roads that were open on the day, we arrived at the normal entrance and were told we would have to dismount and walk for 5Km. Instead we took an alternative route through a village which involved riding along on the narrowest of roads, crossing a river on a bridge reminiscent of an Indiana Jones film and also negotiating impossibly steep hills with the motorbikes. However it was also incredibly fortunate that we were forced to pass this road as we were able to stop with a perfect vantage point of Gunung Merapi, which that day began to erupt (I told you the planets aligned). I have some really good photo’s of the Mountain on the photostream.
Anyway we eventually passed the village and had a relatively clear run of traffic until we reached the main road into Borobudur, at which point traffic slowed to less than a crawl and it felt like we were going to be trapped in a throng of revving motorbikes for the rest of the day. Luckily, after half an hour of literally moving about 10cm a minute we made it. The journey took 2 hours, but it was of course, half the fun!
We walked up to one of the gates only to find that it had closed 1 minute earlier! So with just one gate open we had to walk for about 2 Kilometres along with all the other people who had been locked out but still wanted to make it in for the final ceremony. We got in eventually, and although there was literally thousands and thousands of people there, there was an unusually calm atmosphere, especially for a crowd in Indonesia! Being just about the only two blondes in the whole place apart from the odd backpacker, there was never any risk that Alana and I would lose our friends. We literally stuck out a mile. We listened to some of the ceremony and took photos of the monks, and then as the sun was setting we sat down to take some pictures of Borodbodur itself. Unfortunately we were unable to climb it because it was a special day, but we are going to return to get a proper look at the stonework which is spectacular even from a distance.
We then walked around the entire perimeter and as it got darker, we turned around to see a perfectly full shining moon. Absolutely gorgeous. The day could not have been more perfect. We waited for around half an hour just soaking up the view (Borobodur is perched atop a hill which is one side bordered by enormous hills and greenery, and on the other two mountains, one of them being Merapi.) Just as we were about to leave, there was a sudden burst of activity as all the pilgrim monks rounded to corner and descended upon the place for the evening function. I have a few photos of this, including one of the four token Tibetan’s who were there!
Anyway, the ride back was also trafficky but we were all so pleased at how the day had turned out, (even the Indonesians who had been to Borobodur before) that it didn’t matter.
So that was the weekend. However as you have no doubt heard, the volcano has started to erupt and last night from the roof of my kos we could see lava being spewed out from the top. Let me just repeat that- I saw lava! It is an amazing sight, and we are really lucky because the weather is so clear right now that even during the day the view is unobscured. I am perfectly safe. We would have been evacuated if not. So no worries, and you can all stop sending me SMS’s! Hahaha! I got 3 yesterday!
Oh and just quickly, I was a bit of an erupting volcano on Friday night. Alana decided to have her hair chemically straightened and I decided to get highlights done again. We went to the salon we have been to before. I was there 5 hours because the first guy, although he clearly understood my instructions, had no clue on what he was doing and gave me a head that was all the colours of the bleaching rainbow from bright white to golden yellow. I told him in no uncertain words that I was not leaving until his er, error was fixed, at which point the manager decided to provide me with a more competent hairdresser who proceeded to do a nice job, that is, after he dyed over the mistakes from the first idiot. Oh, and I also sang “Holy Grail” in Bar Bintang later that night with the band. All I will say is that dutch courage is a double-edged sword- it gave me the nerve to get up there, but also clouded my memory just enough that I missed a whole verse. Heh heh heh.
BTW- go Crows!!!!! Yeeeehaaaa!
Ps- Becky did you pick the Joanna Newsom reference in the title???!!! Injokesareusgituloh! Thanks 4 the phonecall btw even if the connection was dodgy!
Imagine escaping the city limits of Yogyakarta, experiencing an almost instant drop in temperature, cool wind rushing over your skin, picturesque “countryside” on all sides and a beautiful clear blue sky, shining sun and the silhouette of an angry angry volcano punctuating the view to the east.
This was my Saturday afternoon. The planets truly aligned, so instead of the afternoon rain blowing in at 2.30, an almost Adelaide-esque sun poked its face from behind a cloud and stubbornly shined until it set.
Saturday also happened to be the most important day for the Buddhist faith, that is the Waisak Festival, which celebrates Buddha’s birthday, day of enlightenment and his reaching of Nirvana. Thousands of Buddhist pilgrims from all over the world converged on a point one hour from Yogyakarta which is one of the most spectacular and important pieces of Buddhist architecture in the world : Borobodur.
So Alana, Willy, myself, Ida and two other of Alana’s kos friends decided to join the pilgrimage. It really is a lovely ride from Yogya to Borobodur. We met a little misfortune however, because being improperly informed on the logistics of the roads that were open on the day, we arrived at the normal entrance and were told we would have to dismount and walk for 5Km. Instead we took an alternative route through a village which involved riding along on the narrowest of roads, crossing a river on a bridge reminiscent of an Indiana Jones film and also negotiating impossibly steep hills with the motorbikes. However it was also incredibly fortunate that we were forced to pass this road as we were able to stop with a perfect vantage point of Gunung Merapi, which that day began to erupt (I told you the planets aligned). I have some really good photo’s of the Mountain on the photostream.
Anyway we eventually passed the village and had a relatively clear run of traffic until we reached the main road into Borobudur, at which point traffic slowed to less than a crawl and it felt like we were going to be trapped in a throng of revving motorbikes for the rest of the day. Luckily, after half an hour of literally moving about 10cm a minute we made it. The journey took 2 hours, but it was of course, half the fun!
We walked up to one of the gates only to find that it had closed 1 minute earlier! So with just one gate open we had to walk for about 2 Kilometres along with all the other people who had been locked out but still wanted to make it in for the final ceremony. We got in eventually, and although there was literally thousands and thousands of people there, there was an unusually calm atmosphere, especially for a crowd in Indonesia! Being just about the only two blondes in the whole place apart from the odd backpacker, there was never any risk that Alana and I would lose our friends. We literally stuck out a mile. We listened to some of the ceremony and took photos of the monks, and then as the sun was setting we sat down to take some pictures of Borodbodur itself. Unfortunately we were unable to climb it because it was a special day, but we are going to return to get a proper look at the stonework which is spectacular even from a distance.
We then walked around the entire perimeter and as it got darker, we turned around to see a perfectly full shining moon. Absolutely gorgeous. The day could not have been more perfect. We waited for around half an hour just soaking up the view (Borobodur is perched atop a hill which is one side bordered by enormous hills and greenery, and on the other two mountains, one of them being Merapi.) Just as we were about to leave, there was a sudden burst of activity as all the pilgrim monks rounded to corner and descended upon the place for the evening function. I have a few photos of this, including one of the four token Tibetan’s who were there!
Anyway, the ride back was also trafficky but we were all so pleased at how the day had turned out, (even the Indonesians who had been to Borobodur before) that it didn’t matter.
So that was the weekend. However as you have no doubt heard, the volcano has started to erupt and last night from the roof of my kos we could see lava being spewed out from the top. Let me just repeat that- I saw lava! It is an amazing sight, and we are really lucky because the weather is so clear right now that even during the day the view is unobscured. I am perfectly safe. We would have been evacuated if not. So no worries, and you can all stop sending me SMS’s! Hahaha! I got 3 yesterday!
Oh and just quickly, I was a bit of an erupting volcano on Friday night. Alana decided to have her hair chemically straightened and I decided to get highlights done again. We went to the salon we have been to before. I was there 5 hours because the first guy, although he clearly understood my instructions, had no clue on what he was doing and gave me a head that was all the colours of the bleaching rainbow from bright white to golden yellow. I told him in no uncertain words that I was not leaving until his er, error was fixed, at which point the manager decided to provide me with a more competent hairdresser who proceeded to do a nice job, that is, after he dyed over the mistakes from the first idiot. Oh, and I also sang “Holy Grail” in Bar Bintang later that night with the band. All I will say is that dutch courage is a double-edged sword- it gave me the nerve to get up there, but also clouded my memory just enough that I missed a whole verse. Heh heh heh.
BTW- go Crows!!!!! Yeeeehaaaa!
Ps- Becky did you pick the Joanna Newsom reference in the title???!!! Injokesareusgituloh! Thanks 4 the phonecall btw even if the connection was dodgy!
Thursday, May 11, 2006
That Bird Has Flown
Good evening. I have now been in this country for 3 and a ½ months. It occurred to me today that there are loads of crazy things that happen around me, some not so crazy but still pretty weird, whose impact have been dulled by the passing of that time. With about 5 weeks left in Yogya before I move on to Jakarta, I have been reflecting once more on the many peculiar phenomena which are inherent features of daily life in Indonesia and in the life of foreign students generally.
For a start, I have mentioned on numerous occasions the fact that I have friends from many countries here including Japan, Germany, Korea, Turkey, New Zealand. The peculiar thing about our friendships however is that, excluding obviously the English speakers, we all speak to each other in Indonesian. Of course, that is probably rather an obvious thing to most of you, however picture this scenario; a bunch of Australians, Japanese, Koreans and a German go out for dinner and spend the whole evening speaking Indonesian. White people and foreigners generally already get stared at anyway by Indonesians without needing to draw further attention to ourselves by speaking their language in their absence! They seem to find that scenario rather hilarious, but in a nice way.
Another dominant lifestyle affecting characteristic of this place is the weather. I wake up in the morning usually to a clear blue sky and it feels about 30 degrees by about 9 am. However, more often than not, I get out of class in mid-afternoon and it is torrentially down-pouring which inevitably means, in a country with an average sewerage system, motorbikes as the dominant form of transport and a generally erm, flexible attitude to time, the only way to deal with such conditions is to either make friends with someone who has a car, or wait. An example- on the way to the movies the other day in a period of 5 minutes, a massive storm developed and purged itself with equally impressive speed. We were on Ben and Sophie’s motorbikes at the time and had no option to park them in the middle of nowhere and huddle under the eaves of a translation shop and plough through the usual questions (where are you from? Why are you here? Etcetc) with the owner. We waited for an hour and when eventually decided to resume to journey, still ended up quite soaked. You have no choice but to wait. I am developing remarkable patience in this country.
Other circumstances that require patience….
The bus continues to provide me with great amusement. A new phenomena that I have observed is the proclivity of the driver to just randomly stop for a rest and drink a cup of tea or chat to his fellow bus-driving mates for as long as he sees fit. This seldom occurs when I am on the way to campus (thankfully, because I rarely allocate enough time for such unexpected occurrences in my morning schedule) but often happens on the way home when I am about 1Km from the kos. I always have to toss up whether to just get off and walk or hope that his conversation is sufficiently boring that he drinks his tea quickly and gets moving!
It occurred to me the other day also, that when we all go home to Australia we are quite likely to develop psychological paranoia about being ignored by the people around us, because we will be able to once more walk down the street and not have anyone care less about where we have come from (Dari mana?), where we are going (Mau ke mana?), are we studying in Yogya (Kuliah di sini?) and why we are walking alone (“Kok sendirian?). It is absolutely mustahil, impossible, to go anywhere incognito in this place.
I went down to the bakery near my kos today, “Parsley” to buy some bread and realized how that although I used to find it weird to see cheese and chocolate used in the same baked good or to see for example cheese as a topping on cake, I hadn’t even thought about it for 2 months as being anything other than normal. In Bandung, where Brownies are apparently a specialty, they make a cheese version. (Ew). The absolute over-sweetness of everything here would also be normal if it wasn’t for the fact that I am constantly reminded when I smile at myself in the mirror how bad my teeth will be when I get home. The default taste of hot drinks here (Milo, Coffee, Tea, Green Tea) is hyper-sweet. Out of control, cavity-inducing, stomach churning sweet. Alas, being an adaptable creature and one who is not prone to being fussy, I have learned to accept it. This is in lieu of other options other than the rather unpalatable, “don’t have a drink” option.
Oh and by the way, I eat rice and sambal (chilli sauce) for breakfast. Did I already tell u that? The girls in the kos think it is hilarious. But they all do it too.
Anyway, that’s a pot pourri of random tidbits that I always forget to put in other posts.
The wedding was cool, if completely different from Australia. I was the only foreigner there apart from Taka, a Japanese girl and there were probably about 500 guests. The process is like this (at a Military Wedding at least), some talking and military plim-plom to start with and then everyone lines up to shake hands with the bride and groom. I can’t imagine what they thought when they shook my hand as they had never seen me before in their life! Everyone then converges on the food, eats as much as they can and leaves. It winds up at about 9.30 to 10.00. No dancing. Absolutely no drinking. All very matter-of-fact but cool nonetheless!
Not going to the Mountain this weekend anymore because ACICIS has organised a mountain climbing expedition for us all next weekend, so that combined with the expense of getting to Bromo, made Alana and I decide to hang around Yogya for the weekend instead. There is a big Buddhist festival on on Saturday, and given that one of the most important pieces of Buddhist architecture in the world is once hour from Yogya (Borobudur), I might head there instead…… Should provide some good photos!
Oh and I almost forgot- I met a Japanese girl yesterday called Naomi, who works for Mitsui (the Co. that sent me to Japan) and was an MPE helper for the 2003 group of Aussies who went! She will be posted to Jakarta in June so she is here learning Indonesian. How small is the world?!
Layta!
For a start, I have mentioned on numerous occasions the fact that I have friends from many countries here including Japan, Germany, Korea, Turkey, New Zealand. The peculiar thing about our friendships however is that, excluding obviously the English speakers, we all speak to each other in Indonesian. Of course, that is probably rather an obvious thing to most of you, however picture this scenario; a bunch of Australians, Japanese, Koreans and a German go out for dinner and spend the whole evening speaking Indonesian. White people and foreigners generally already get stared at anyway by Indonesians without needing to draw further attention to ourselves by speaking their language in their absence! They seem to find that scenario rather hilarious, but in a nice way.
Another dominant lifestyle affecting characteristic of this place is the weather. I wake up in the morning usually to a clear blue sky and it feels about 30 degrees by about 9 am. However, more often than not, I get out of class in mid-afternoon and it is torrentially down-pouring which inevitably means, in a country with an average sewerage system, motorbikes as the dominant form of transport and a generally erm, flexible attitude to time, the only way to deal with such conditions is to either make friends with someone who has a car, or wait. An example- on the way to the movies the other day in a period of 5 minutes, a massive storm developed and purged itself with equally impressive speed. We were on Ben and Sophie’s motorbikes at the time and had no option to park them in the middle of nowhere and huddle under the eaves of a translation shop and plough through the usual questions (where are you from? Why are you here? Etcetc) with the owner. We waited for an hour and when eventually decided to resume to journey, still ended up quite soaked. You have no choice but to wait. I am developing remarkable patience in this country.
Other circumstances that require patience….
The bus continues to provide me with great amusement. A new phenomena that I have observed is the proclivity of the driver to just randomly stop for a rest and drink a cup of tea or chat to his fellow bus-driving mates for as long as he sees fit. This seldom occurs when I am on the way to campus (thankfully, because I rarely allocate enough time for such unexpected occurrences in my morning schedule) but often happens on the way home when I am about 1Km from the kos. I always have to toss up whether to just get off and walk or hope that his conversation is sufficiently boring that he drinks his tea quickly and gets moving!
It occurred to me the other day also, that when we all go home to Australia we are quite likely to develop psychological paranoia about being ignored by the people around us, because we will be able to once more walk down the street and not have anyone care less about where we have come from (Dari mana?), where we are going (Mau ke mana?), are we studying in Yogya (Kuliah di sini?) and why we are walking alone (“Kok sendirian?). It is absolutely mustahil, impossible, to go anywhere incognito in this place.
I went down to the bakery near my kos today, “Parsley” to buy some bread and realized how that although I used to find it weird to see cheese and chocolate used in the same baked good or to see for example cheese as a topping on cake, I hadn’t even thought about it for 2 months as being anything other than normal. In Bandung, where Brownies are apparently a specialty, they make a cheese version. (Ew). The absolute over-sweetness of everything here would also be normal if it wasn’t for the fact that I am constantly reminded when I smile at myself in the mirror how bad my teeth will be when I get home. The default taste of hot drinks here (Milo, Coffee, Tea, Green Tea) is hyper-sweet. Out of control, cavity-inducing, stomach churning sweet. Alas, being an adaptable creature and one who is not prone to being fussy, I have learned to accept it. This is in lieu of other options other than the rather unpalatable, “don’t have a drink” option.
Oh and by the way, I eat rice and sambal (chilli sauce) for breakfast. Did I already tell u that? The girls in the kos think it is hilarious. But they all do it too.
Anyway, that’s a pot pourri of random tidbits that I always forget to put in other posts.
The wedding was cool, if completely different from Australia. I was the only foreigner there apart from Taka, a Japanese girl and there were probably about 500 guests. The process is like this (at a Military Wedding at least), some talking and military plim-plom to start with and then everyone lines up to shake hands with the bride and groom. I can’t imagine what they thought when they shook my hand as they had never seen me before in their life! Everyone then converges on the food, eats as much as they can and leaves. It winds up at about 9.30 to 10.00. No dancing. Absolutely no drinking. All very matter-of-fact but cool nonetheless!
Not going to the Mountain this weekend anymore because ACICIS has organised a mountain climbing expedition for us all next weekend, so that combined with the expense of getting to Bromo, made Alana and I decide to hang around Yogya for the weekend instead. There is a big Buddhist festival on on Saturday, and given that one of the most important pieces of Buddhist architecture in the world is once hour from Yogya (Borobudur), I might head there instead…… Should provide some good photos!
Oh and I almost forgot- I met a Japanese girl yesterday called Naomi, who works for Mitsui (the Co. that sent me to Japan) and was an MPE helper for the 2003 group of Aussies who went! She will be posted to Jakarta in June so she is here learning Indonesian. How small is the world?!
Layta!
Monday, May 08, 2006
Go You Mighty Crowz!
Go Adelaide! You bloody beauty!
Belting Port still feels good, even when there are no Port supporters here to give it to! He he he he!
Belting Port still feels good, even when there are no Port supporters here to give it to! He he he he!
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Curiouser and Curiouser
Well I have been less than diligent with my blog lately, excepting the photo purge last week. I will try to rectify the situation a little right now.
It’s been a rather strange week. I spent the first part of the week, virtually four full days after I got back from KL, stuck in my kos, sick with flu and some weird fever thing. Took me a while to shake it, but I am on track again now. I rehearsed on Monday and Tuesday night with the ACICIS band that was playing at the closing of the soccer tournament on Wednesday. We practiced in a studio that cost a dollar an hour to rent. So much fun.
Anyway, we performed on Wednesday night. Much to my dismay I had to sing 2 songs in Indonesian as well as Holy Grail by Hunters and Collectors which was of course, far easier. It was all done on a very dodgy PA and I am sure sounded like rubbish, despite the polite support of the watchers! I had a great time, and we are going to start jamming every Monday night. All for fun. I am constantly amazed by the out-of-the-ordinary opportunities that are available to all of us. It’s really up to us how prepared we are to risk looking stupid as to how involved we get in this sort of stuff!
I had more progress tests this week, or as several people call them, regress tests! I think I went ok, but as I have said many times on here, my grades are not a huge concern as long as I pass……
Um, what else? Next week I have made plans with a few ppl to go and climb Mount Bromo in East Java and watch the sunrise. I will then be able to say that I have been to West, Central and East Java which is pretty cool…….
I went to the brand new Cinema in Yogya the other day with Alana, Ben and Sofie and watched Ice Age 2. I strongly protested having to watch a cartoon because I normally don’t like them, but it turned out to be very funny. The cinema costs the equivalent of only $3 so it’s a nice air-conditioned escape from the busy streets of Yogya with the cleanest toilets I have seen here, except for the one’s in that Jakarta nightclub!
Oh and I went to fashion parade last night which featured my friend Esther from ACICIS as a guest model, and five other top indo catwalkers, modelling gorgeous Indonesian style clothes with a modern twist- there were some absolutely gorgeous clothes and Alana and I are looking into ordering something. Some of the fabric was the most beautiful I have seen here. Esther, of course, was gorgeous too.
Tonight I am going with Agnes to a wedding ceremony. I have asked numerous times whether I am invited, to which the answer seems to be “no”, but apparently it is good luck here to have as many people at your wedding as possible, so I am actually doing them a favour by going as opposed to the other way around! Anyway, all of my clothes are entirely inappropriate so I am going to have to hope that they make some dress code exceptions for the white girl……..
Aside from all that humdrum stuff, many of you may not know that I am actually living at the foot of an active volcano (30Km away anyway). The topography between Yogya and Gunung Merapi, as the volcano is known, is such that Yogya is more or less protected from everything except the ash that will eventually spew forth. When we first arrived here, it was on a pretty high warning level, maybe two levels from the top. But about 2 weeks ago the threat took a “naik” that is a jump, to the top level. This essentially means that it is only a matter of time before an eruption. However, we have now been waiting so long for it to blow that it’s going to probably be a bit of a let-down when it actually happens. Between terrorism, bird flu, active volcano’s and diplomatic disagreements it is surprising that I manage to live such a peaceful life here really.
Oh and just quickly, wanted to say thanks for the parcels that I got the other day, one from my family and one from Lauren. So nice to get stuff in the mail! Especially with such desperately needed contents!!!!! Oh, and the Bonsai Potato kit from Lauren deserves an extraspecial mention, although I am yet to find a potato suitable to take up the challenge of being cultivated in the Bonsai style. I shall continue searching……….
It’s been a rather strange week. I spent the first part of the week, virtually four full days after I got back from KL, stuck in my kos, sick with flu and some weird fever thing. Took me a while to shake it, but I am on track again now. I rehearsed on Monday and Tuesday night with the ACICIS band that was playing at the closing of the soccer tournament on Wednesday. We practiced in a studio that cost a dollar an hour to rent. So much fun.
Anyway, we performed on Wednesday night. Much to my dismay I had to sing 2 songs in Indonesian as well as Holy Grail by Hunters and Collectors which was of course, far easier. It was all done on a very dodgy PA and I am sure sounded like rubbish, despite the polite support of the watchers! I had a great time, and we are going to start jamming every Monday night. All for fun. I am constantly amazed by the out-of-the-ordinary opportunities that are available to all of us. It’s really up to us how prepared we are to risk looking stupid as to how involved we get in this sort of stuff!
I had more progress tests this week, or as several people call them, regress tests! I think I went ok, but as I have said many times on here, my grades are not a huge concern as long as I pass……
Um, what else? Next week I have made plans with a few ppl to go and climb Mount Bromo in East Java and watch the sunrise. I will then be able to say that I have been to West, Central and East Java which is pretty cool…….
I went to the brand new Cinema in Yogya the other day with Alana, Ben and Sofie and watched Ice Age 2. I strongly protested having to watch a cartoon because I normally don’t like them, but it turned out to be very funny. The cinema costs the equivalent of only $3 so it’s a nice air-conditioned escape from the busy streets of Yogya with the cleanest toilets I have seen here, except for the one’s in that Jakarta nightclub!
Oh and I went to fashion parade last night which featured my friend Esther from ACICIS as a guest model, and five other top indo catwalkers, modelling gorgeous Indonesian style clothes with a modern twist- there were some absolutely gorgeous clothes and Alana and I are looking into ordering something. Some of the fabric was the most beautiful I have seen here. Esther, of course, was gorgeous too.
Tonight I am going with Agnes to a wedding ceremony. I have asked numerous times whether I am invited, to which the answer seems to be “no”, but apparently it is good luck here to have as many people at your wedding as possible, so I am actually doing them a favour by going as opposed to the other way around! Anyway, all of my clothes are entirely inappropriate so I am going to have to hope that they make some dress code exceptions for the white girl……..
Aside from all that humdrum stuff, many of you may not know that I am actually living at the foot of an active volcano (30Km away anyway). The topography between Yogya and Gunung Merapi, as the volcano is known, is such that Yogya is more or less protected from everything except the ash that will eventually spew forth. When we first arrived here, it was on a pretty high warning level, maybe two levels from the top. But about 2 weeks ago the threat took a “naik” that is a jump, to the top level. This essentially means that it is only a matter of time before an eruption. However, we have now been waiting so long for it to blow that it’s going to probably be a bit of a let-down when it actually happens. Between terrorism, bird flu, active volcano’s and diplomatic disagreements it is surprising that I manage to live such a peaceful life here really.
Oh and just quickly, wanted to say thanks for the parcels that I got the other day, one from my family and one from Lauren. So nice to get stuff in the mail! Especially with such desperately needed contents!!!!! Oh, and the Bonsai Potato kit from Lauren deserves an extraspecial mention, although I am yet to find a potato suitable to take up the challenge of being cultivated in the Bonsai style. I shall continue searching……….
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