Archive for December, 2006

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from my chubby belly…

2006, December 28

The internet connection is going slower. I’m going to write out from my bloated chubby belly.

Hmm. What happened today? Not much I suppose. This evening I went to cinema and saw A Night At The Museum. Funny movie. It reminds me of Jumanji-sort of flick (maybe because Robin Williams is there). I like the Easter Island rock character. I think the movie is targetting the children audience. Glad I still got a seat on the back row. 75% viewers were kids! Well, I’m a sort a child at heart, so, it’s….fun.

Speaking about kids, a friend of mine, an UAE born Lebanese said, “Indonesian likes comics.” He told me about his Indonesian housemates who reads comics and enters KasKusdotcom (Wait… isn’t it KasKus are mature content? Aria Giovanni, Chairmane Starr, Aiko whatever…etc. Don’t ask where the hell did I know these names). But, yeah, how true, Indonesian identic with comics. Not about the comic creators, but comic consumer. I read comic since I can read and understand long sentences. Everytime I can get a hold of old copy of Nina’s, it feels so nostalgic, plus I didn’t only read them. I think I read them all, any comics which printed and publicised in circa 80’s to early 90’s. Now, I read mostly Japanese manga and sometimes Korean manhwa, which I have downloaded hundred times and keep bulking up my external hard drive (geez, 40G is not enough, hey?). I like the weirdness of the manga story can be. Some are overwhelmingly original, some are sweet high school love story with a bit of twist. Some are hell of gross, some are heaps of erotic flushes. All kind, all themes are wrapped in style, in such artistic flair, in yummy-ready-to-digest package.

Eventhough, not all reader enjoy comics, but one of my buddies back home, Comicman are currently developing a new method of teaching by comics. I think he has been doing it for years and he finds a positive remarks out from the students he teaches. Well, you can’t always learn Biology from the literature books, right? Be there like Internet and comics, perhaps? (I found Encyclopaedia are more thorough and acurate than school books sometimes!) People are thrill with alternative. I mean, if they can go further on grabbing the understanding in unorthodox way, why do not give them the availability of facilities? And one more thing, I do not like, no, I hate, really really hate people who barricade others’ possibility to growth by all means. Can they be education, economy, creativity, information, religion, talents, everything! I hate a sort of high profile education faculty department who literally block the sources of academic information for other student from different not so profitable schools. C’mon guys, sharing is caring, isn’t it? If I can see, schools or colleges or universities, per se, become a sector base of business. Students pay the money to get lesson, the school boards receive the money in exchange of lesson. Education is indeed expensive, but who made it first? Is the higher expense school means the higher ego? Is like, oh how sorry, no library card for too average people. How about the less smart people, don’t they deserve to broaden their knowledge? Knowledge is power, is very true, the thing is, is knowledge also affordable? I think it is up to knowledged-power people who ‘own’ or ‘create’ the institution.

Ok. Well. Enough speaking about institution shit. What? Comics! Yes, comics. I love comics. I love reading, actually. My mom always brings home books or anything with paragraphs whenever I bored myself silly.  I spent too much on books, too (books are expensive! Damn!). No joys can make me happy as books do. Of course, my favourite place to read it would be on the toilet (all my family members do it, my sister will read all the shampoo bottles tag when reading material is inadequate). I think I saw that somewhere, a picture of magazine racks inside the toilet… Was it Ikea? 😕

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…hole!

2006, December 26

I have been in the term of grizzly mountain bear-hibernating-in my own flat. I read couple of good books, which I haven’t finished them off, I keep on switching from 1 book to another, until I finish all around. One day I put out my old fellow Nike shoes and I thought it’s still early to go and catch up the bus to KL and came back later on at night. So like the old days, I wore the shoes after I got my long black socks on. Such a breeze… I’ve forgotten how these sport shoes make you fly on your toes, well, sort of. My walks were so light and fast. The streets were a bit wet, muddy and soggy from after rain, the dirts could totally clogged up your soles, but I paid no mind to that. These shoes have been under the racks for such a long time because I noticed there is a 1cent-size of hole at the nylon mesh, but I decided they deserved a long nice walks. As usual, I got out from the lift to ground floor and at the same time the other lift was opened. Quickly I found out that these 2 African dudes who were just came out from the other lift, were somekind of ‘interested’ on following me. One of them said, “excuse me! Excuse me! How are you? Hey, how are you??” I was like, what the hell? All I wanted is to go out without any disturbances of any kind. Freaked out, I did across the other street and a bit running I entered the cyber cafe, the one I used to hang out at night. It was so silly of me! I spent about 1 hour or so, just to make sure that I won’t meet those freaky dudes half way. Weird.

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bridging the culture gap

2006, December 9

Part One 

Me: (listening to Fahmi Sahab’s Kopi Dangdut in loud volume)

Bibib: “What music are you listening to? Hindi song?”

Me: “No. This is what we call dangdut music. It is from my country.”

Bibib: “What? Ding Do? It is like an Indian music though.”

Me: “It’s dangdut. Daaa…ng duu…ttt..”

Bibib: “Dong do? Dong lo? Dand do?”

Me: “Dangdut! Dangdut Dangduuutt!!” (mulai senewen)

Bibib: “Daanngg duuutt…”

Me: “Yes! Finally…”

Bibib: “Ok. So why are you listening to this ding dong Indian music?”

Me: ….nevermind >_<

Part Two

Me: “Bib, say; conjugation.”

Bibib: “con-ju-ga-ti-on”

Me: “Say; congestion. ”

Bibib: “co-ngest-ion”

Me: “Say; erectile dysfunction.” (Giggles)

Bibib: “e-rectile dys-funct-ion”

Me: “Say; judgemental.”

Bibib: “judge-ment-al. Say; khamis.”

Me: “kha-mis. Say; congratulation.”

Bibib: “Kang-gaa-roo-loo-tah-tion”

Me: “No. Cong-ra-tu-la-tion.”

Bibib: “Kang-gaa-roo-loo-tah-tion. Kang-roo-loo-tah-tion. Kang-groo-loo-tah-tion. Kang-graah-too-laa-tion. Hambersfurst (watch: Pink Panther movie).”

Me: “Cong-ra-tu-la-tion.”

Bibib: “Kang-groah-loo-too-tion. I can’t say it.” 😦

Me: “Yeah, I know.”