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I think God punished me yesterday for going to Botak Jones three times within one week.
Just when I was about to finish my cajun meal with Eddy and Alex (both are from the Lau clan but unrelated to Andy Lau), I felt like I had a mixture of mustard and mayonnaise splattering on my face. The hearty stuff went into my eye, my mouth and stained my shirt! I waited for a few seconds and licked the corner of my mouth. It tasted kinda... fresh. Perhaps too refreshing for something that come out of a bottle.
Then I found out that the mustard-cum-mayonnaise was a fresh pigeon dropping. What a Guano day!
PS: Someone told me that I should have bought Lottery tickets yesterday.
Our dear friend Jeffrey Yap is working on a project called Happy Mums 2 Be. It's been an honor to have an opportunity to work with him who is passionate about photography. What do you think?
As you might have known, three months ago Yahoo announced that it gave unlimited email storage, and they began to phase in the mailbox upgrade. In June, I became one of the lucky customer who gets unlimited storage.
You might have read in Weaned that Noe has made an announcement of his wish to self-wean. This is when Noe stopped night feeding (he had stopped daytime feeding for quite some time already). At that time, I noticed that my milk production is at its lowest point. I practically couldn't press anything out of my boobies and didn't feel any let-down anymore. It's totally empty!
Well, since a week ago, I noticed a change in Noe's night feeding pattern. He began to latch onto me for a longer period and seemed to enjoy breastfeeding again. Of course it is not fulfilling for him, so he still asks for other milk on top of the night breastfeeding session. I wonder why this change of pattern?
On 13 July 2007 my father (Hindro) and I boarded Batavia Air from Jakarta to Bali to attend a wedding. We were seated on row 14 (me on the aisle and my father in between me and the window seat) of Boeing 737 aircraft that seemed to be much older than the average age of the flight crew. One stewardess told us that everyone on aisle 14 were supposed to be aware of the "overwing emergency exit door/hatch" on the starboard (right) and port (left) and that whoever is sitting closest to it should operate it in an emergency.
I managed to get my last blog entry as an article in the frontpage of the Jakarta Post Sunday Edition 22 July 2007! See the bottom left of the scanned page. As an amateur, I'm happy about it :> Click here to read the full JPEG or click below for the flickr page
There are many good things and bad things from this current trip. However I’ll save the good things for later, and for now, I’ll write about the bad things I’ve encountered in Indonesia.
Indonesian TV: Disgusting and Distasteful
I have heard a lot of bad things about Indonesian TV, from lousy sinetrons, gory crime reportage, to invasive gossip shows. But I have never really watched them because I tried to avoid them, not wanting to waste my time. However, this time around in Indonesia, I came across with the worst piece of TV “journalism” I have ever seen.
This month will be another travelling month for our family. Rani and Noe flew to Jakarta last week and tomorrow they will fly to Surabaya while I travel back from Abu Dhabi to Singapore. The day after I will fly with my father to meet everyone in Bali for Anggi's sister-in-law (Rheni) wedding. A few days after that we have to fly back to Jakarta for Rani's sister wedding and then to Bandung for another wedding celebration for Anggi's sister-in-law.
Hellish Traffic and Relaxed Service
I know, the traffic in Jakarta has always been hellish. But after living away from Jakarta for more than 5 years, it seems that I need to get used to it again. And somehow, my time approximation from 5 years ago is not applicable anymore. I allocate 3 hours of my time to go to Bintaro to Taman Anggrek, buy the modem, and meet my friends at 5pm in Plaza Senayan. It turned out that the trip from Bintaro to Taman Anggrek to Senayan took me four and a half hours.