Thang D. Nguyen has written an interesting post and subsequent discussion in regards to Western men and Indonesian women. I’ll leave my own thoughts out of this one, but would be interested in hearing how Indonesian women feel after reading this. Here’s an excerpt from his post: As my friend and I sipped our coffees last Sunday afternoon at Plaza Indonesia, he asked, “Don’t you think that many of the Indonesian women that white foreigners (buleh) go out with orRead more
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Doctors Diggin for Gold
Acupuncture is only $5 here, so I’ve gone a few times recently just for kicks… As I took a seat in the waiting room, I picked up a magazine to pass the time. There were only a few other people around, and most were absorbed in the Indonesian Soap Opera on the waiting room’s television. Glancing up, I noticed that the guy in jeans sitting across from me was eagerly engaged in some serious nose-picking. I’m not talking about theRead more
My Space on Myspace
So I’ve been playing around with myspace.com. I know, I’m only two years late. In some ways it seems ridiculously cheesy and so… I don’t know, 1997 Geocities or something. I can’t believe the absurd backgrounds, clutter, and other junk that people put on their profiles BUT who am I to talk? It’s one of the most popular sites on the ‘net. To be honest, even after browsing for people from my high school, university, etc, I still can’t seeRead more
Muara Karang – A Glimpse of the Past
Their day begins as most of the city slips into slumber. The fishermen of Muara Karang have a schedule all their own. The fish market of Sunda Kelapa is their version of the business district although the dress policy may not reflect that of the ‘other’ CBD in downtown Jakarta. If you have yet to visit the historic fish market, you truly are missing a plethora of sights and smells not seen many other places, even in The Big Durian.Read more
Quarter Life Crisis: Part One (Life as an Expat)
So begins a new phase in my life. My Quarter Life Crisis has officially commenced. I suppose a good way to deal with this is with some introspection, reflection, and a good round of bullsh*ting about whatever spills out of this confused mind. Without further ado, let the rambling begin. Life as an expat moves through a number of phases. There’s the initial, “Wow, it’s so different and interesting!†first few months of bliss with our newfound relationship with aRead more
Bule Behavior Defined.
My gym is on the second level of a newly constructed urban jungle called “The Piazza”. To get to that second level, I have two options: the stairs or this hi-tech tunnel with a flashy escalator. I almost always opt for the escalator as it’s closer to the parking area (ok and it’s got the Knight Rider feel). A couple months ago, the escalator stopped running for no reason. They didn’t attempt to put any kind of “Under Repair” signRead more