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Early this morning at about 7.20am I carried Noe in my arms under an umbrella from our humble home to Queensway, which is the nearest busy road. Normally, I'd walk all the way to his school for a good 1.2 kilometer but it was raining and the grass was soggy so I decided to get a quick taxi ride.
When we passed the Hang Jebat mosque, Noe, with his face facing backward over my shoulder, said, "Ibuuuu...!". Then I asked him, "Where is Ibu? Ibu is at home, Noe...". But he kept pointing at some tree near the mosque's fence. BUt nobody was there! A few steps later, he said it again. I looked again behind us but I still could not see anyone.
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.
My brother Yodhi for some reason has been laughing at me everytime he sees Pedro in Napoleon Dynamite. Below is what Pedro looks like when running for president in high school.
I have just finished watching Michael Moore's new film SiCKO on my computer. Just in case you have not heard: The master copy of the film had the potential of being confiscated by US government due to its Cuban related footage but somehow Moore managed to get it distributed globally via the internet. I wrote about this a few weeks ago.
â€˜Hasta la Victoria Siempreâ€™. Michael Moore is now under investigation for having visited Cuba for his recent film SiCKO (this film does for the US health system what Fahrenheit 9/11 did for Mr Bush and Bowling for Columbine did for the American obsession with guns). You may not realize that although American citizens are free to travel around the world they are not allowed to enter Cuba. If they get caught doing it, they could be jailed for 5 years or get a hefty USD250k fine.
I was travelling on SBS Transit bus number 97 from Alexandra to my office in Jurong East yesterday morning (8:30am) when I was really shocked to see something that I think should have been censored but shown on the small on-board TV set called TV Mobile.
Yesterday was a busy Sunday for our family.
At 8:45am Noe took his regular lesson at Marsden Swim School. Unlike him, he was not too happy in the water yesterday. Maybe because he did not have enough breakfast and there was no sunshine to cheer him up?
Later at 11:00am we had brunch at Breko in Holland Village with Clemens and Olin. Immediately after brunch, we went to Jurong East MRT to catch a 1:10pm shuttle bus to Tuas for something interesting. Now what did we have to go all the way to Tuas for?
For a developed country like singapore, public consciousness of waste management is not as progressive as developed western countries. Sure Singapore is a clean country, but that's because people are paid to keep everything clean rather than a deeply rooted clean culture. Heck, people don't even clean up their own trays in fast food restaurant. Also, not many people separate their wastes, nor do they know about recycling, despite the availability of recycling scheme in Singapore. Perhaps Singapore needs government campaign in recycling. Regardless, Singapore's cleanliness and waste management culture is better than Indonesia. But I'll talk about Indonesia's waste management culture in another blog entry.
My brother Yodhi introduced me to Borat. I wished I had known him earlier as he embodies the aura of most decent men on earth. Borat Sagdiyev (Cyrillic: Ð‘Ð¾Ñ€Ð°Ñ‚ Ð¡Ð°Ð³Ð´Ð¸ÐµÐ²) ("born" July 30, 1979) is a Kazakh journalist that you should pay attention to.
To start with, you may view this video at your own will. Try to refrain from laughing, especially if you are watching this in a mosque, synagogue, public library, goat farm or mental institution: