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Making Waves Monday, December 27, 2004

Ok so i just got back from Indonesia, Bangka to be precise. Its an island bigger than Singapore in Sumatra. Luckily the effects of the earthquake wasnt felt there. Ok ther's a lot to say, so here goes...

Ok, i think i over-packed, but almost all was used up anyway. It was gonna be a 4 day, 3 night trip. I brought 5 tops, 3 bottoms, 5 underwear, swimming shorts, 3 pairs of socks, sandals, towel, jacket, plastic bowls, spoons and cups, 8 saches of Nestum, three saches of soup and cup noodles.

We(me, my aunt, her daughter n another uncle) left Singapore on thursday, took thai airlines.The airplane food to Jakarta looked like space food, and the veggies tasted like shit.
Well, we got to the hotel, lazed around a while then went to this huge shopping centre 'Taman Anggrik', bigger than Ngee Ann City. So we ate, shopped a little(the prices there in metro were the same as here) then got back to the hotel by about 11.30. We were supposed to get up at 4 the next morning to catch the fight to Banka. We slept at 12. I got up at 3 because of my uncle's outrageous snoring.

So we arrived at Banka, at 9 in the morning, after a 1 hour flight, and a bad in-flight breakfast. My father's friend and his wife came along. My father came to the tiny airport to meet us and I met my new grandfather for the first time. A tanned, energetic 60 year old man nicknamed 'Spiderman'. He was an architect, designed the resort we were gonna stay at and climbed up buildings under construction with ease...thus the nickname. He always seemed to be in a rush.

We stayed at a cottage at the resort, 1 million rupiah per night; 180 Sing dollars. It was nice and clean enough, a two minute walk from the beach.

We took a stroll along the clean beach. There were lots of beautiful rock formations, and palm trees. Compared to Singapore, cleaner sand, cleaner and shallower water further away, bigger waves, and a lot more scenic. We walked across this bridge to a restaurant, although at that time the bridge was useless since the tide was very low. However we didnt eat from that restaurant, the food was very expensive. 12 dollars for french fries n coke.

Later i went, jumping from one high rock to another or treading on slippery sand to capture photos from that beautifil location. I narrowed it down to about 9 pics but it'll be too expensive to upload them.

At night, after dinner we all(me, the other 3 relatives, my dad, his two friends and their wives) went back to that restaurant for some drinks. Most had coffe, i ordered hot chocolate. While waiting, i and my cousin went up to sit on this high rock nearby. Below us was a rocky drop to the sand and sea. i felt so moved by the scene. The silence was absolute, except for the sound of the crashing waves and howling wind. Rows of high white froth crashed into rocks in the distance. The moon was high in the sky and silhouetted the dark clouds with white and silver. The palm trees danced in the strong everlasting wind which ripped at my clothes and blew sleep into my eyes. It was simply magical.

The next day we woke up, showered, put on our best clothes and went to the wedding. My dad looked so ridiculous in lipstick and tacky red n gold clothes traditional of Bangka. There were even these dangly gold thingies hanging from his hat. His bride looked like a character from a Chinese wayang with too much makeup and a a big gold head-dress. They sat on the gold and red palaquin and shook hands with everyone who came.

On stage there was supposed to be some conventional lady, singing to an organ. But instead there was this girl, in her twenties, set black hair, dressed like a hostess with red 5 inch platforms. She sang and danced sluttily to a keyboard, but no one seemed to be paying attention to the stage.The music was put on way to loud for my liking, not that i liked the songs anyway.

After some prayers, the food was served, although there were no tables, unlike a malay wedding in Singapore. The satay served was delicious. When people had finished their food, they would just leave it on the floor under their chair. It felt to wrong to do so, but i just followed suit. Then i sat by a chair near the stage, watching my dad, and future mom stand up and shake hands everytime someone arrived in that hot atmosphere.

Then the hostess-girl pulled me up on stage to dance. I was so completely mortified. She held up my hand and made me twirl her. Then she spun in and leaned on me sluttily then shook her booty in front of me. After a few humiliating seconds i stepped off the stage awkwardly. I could tell she was just playing but still i felt embarassed. I think she knew i was the bridegroom's son.

Then my dad and his wife went into the house to change. Then these girls, about 7 of them who helped to seved the food, all dressed in blue came to the bench on the palaquin to take a picture, and insisted that i was included in it. So they pulled me in for the photo, then went to sit at one of the rows of chairs. After a while, they motioned their hands, asking me to come over. After two tries, i thought it would be unfriendly not to, so i walked over. They scrambled to get me a chair. So i sat down and they asked me my name, age and if i could give them my handphone number. Actually only about 2 of them spoke to me while the rest just watched. Then there was a frenzy to try and see if their sms n calls to get through. After a few minutes, and asking about area codes, it was settled. Then i took the number and a picture of one of the 2 who took my number.

After going back to my seat, i noticed that the hostess lady was still dancing and shook her booty at me, with a cheeky grin. People left slowly, but soon enough. 'Good' i thought 'looks like i would be able to back to resort soon enough for a swim. After quite a while, there were less then twenty people left. I decided to sing the Craig David song on stage, although there was no music since they didnt know that song. There was polite clapping when i was done.

Blah, blah, blah, waited a long while then we headed for the resort. I quickly changed and went to the pool with my cousin. Unfortunately, the pool water was as murky as sea-water, so we took like a minute to get to the sea. We waded out to waist-high water and had fun letting the big waves push under us or back to shore. After like half an hour, our eyes were stinging of salt water, so we headed back. I showered, changed and went for a walk.

I found out that there were jet-skis and the place had a bountiful supply of grasshoppers. I managed to catch a palm-length one and a species of praying mantis i havent seen in Singapore. That night we slept at about 11.30, after a supper of durians(they cost only 1 dollar each).

The next morning, i got up at 5.30(an hour earlier than i was supposed to). I showered and went out to catch insects. At 6.30, it looked like how Singapore would look at 8a.m. Even at night the same was true. Well, i let the grasshopper go and caught a smaller praying mantis of the same species. I wanted to bring the bigger one back home, but a toothbrush case was too cramped a space to travel in.

Then i got back to the house, put on my shorts and went to go try jet-skiing. It was $24 for a 15 minute ride, but since i hadnt spent any money on that trip yet, i went for it.

The guy put on the life jacket on me, then sat behind. I was to drive. I pressed the gas and we sped away. It was so entirely awesome. It was like a roller coaster under my control. The waves were big so it was a thrilling ride. It could go unbelievably fast, at first i was afraid, then i let the speed take over. The climax was hitting a big wave head on, and flew up, like 4 feet above the water surface. When we crashed back down, i had a faceful of saltwater. It was totally wicked. I must try it again sometime.

Ok, so i showered again, packed my bags and we left. We got to the airport, boarded the plane to Jakarta. Then, one of Dad's friends brought us to his restaurant for lunch then back to the airport for our flight at 5.15p.m. I had no time to get anything inside, except doughnuts. I was so already stuffed that i couldnt finish the airplane food, at least it looked edible this time. We landed at about 7.45.

The whole trip would have been almost perfect except for one fact...my uncle. He is such a jerk. I mean besides the fact that he sapped some of our sleep with his snoring. He couldnt lay off the gay jokes. For example, i was eating the creamer from the sachay and he said " u eat that wait become gay". Of course there were many other incidents.
Next, he talked too much, not in the good, friendly sense. It was boastful, self-centred talk. He spoke as if he travelled the world and was so wise. He talked and talked, even my father's friends were annoyed with him. It was always "I...", "my wife"..."My children". He was such a pain in the ass. My aunt and cousin agree.

Of course nothing pissed me off more that one incident. We came out of the airport in Jakarta on the last day. My dad's friend asked us to wait while he got his car. So we had like five minutes. I told my aunt that i was going to buy a doughnut from 'Dunkin Doughnuts' just beside the exit. As you know, there arent any outlets in Singapore now. Then my uncle said in a harsh, irritable voice "No, no. On the way back can. Now we got things to do." It would have been alright if he left it like that, even though i knew i had enough time. I would have accepted that. But NO, the moron has to go on. He's ranting on how if we were goin with him we needed to listed to HIS orders. Blah, blah, blah. Over and over. Bitching. But we werent even following him. Puh-leeze. We would have gone without him anyway, i mean it was my dad's wedding for heaven sakes. Nobody made him the leader. He was still ranting even though the rest were politely asking him to stop, saying "Singapore got hudreds of stores..." I was walkin away, but turned back and corrected, "for your information, DON't Have." And you know what that bitch said? "Fuck You! Don't argue with me!" How could an uncle say that? I mean it's said playfully in school but its just not right for an uncle to use that on his nephew.

I've totally lost my respect. To me he's just another sleaze-bag on the street. Of course, Maja was furious when she found out. I slept soundly last night, knowing that he'd get a tongue lashing the next time she sees him.

Info Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Ok...so the last two posts are from my previous site... just ot get the ball rollin. If you wanna see some older ones go to freewebs.com/silverarc
ok...this is my first time havin a blog on this site...so i'm gonna take some time to work out some stuff...

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Wedding Bells

Well, nothing much has happened since last entry except that i got my hair cut...not bad lah. Ouh n the barber thought that i was Peranakan.

Ok, no on Saturday and Sunday i went for this seminar called 'Youth, Progress and Religion' at the Muslim converts. Actually, my father only found out last minute (as usual) that it was only for 17 yrs n above. But since his friend worked there i got in. Well, it was a lot more interesting than i thought it would be. I mean i expected a whole lot of boring religious stuff but it turned out pretty cool. I mean it was like religion in the contemporary sense... much more applicable to youths nowadays. The talks were very insightful and interesting although some parts were very chim. Some talked about things like subcultures and others like critical thinking.

Ok... a big part is the people of course. First order of observation, there were many more girls than guys who attended. Second is that like almost all of them were educated. I mean the guys were in jc...not poly, although 1 was in Laselle(i like his name-Rayyan). So it was like a very sophisticated question and answer session with words like 'dicotamy('is that even how its spelled?), 'paradigm' and a whole lot of 'perse's. For me it was a very mind scrambling experience. Well there was this one typical indian guy(even the smell) from india who loves spouting analogies of nature in his thich indian accent. Things like "You can bring the horse to the water but you cant force him to drink it" kinda crap.

Then we had a discussion part wher we were broken up into groups and we had to discuss on a certain topic. My group was Youth-Family problems...luckily i hav good experience in that area so i managed not to disgrace myself with stupidity...unlike Tak Lung. Well, tha next day we had to present our causes of the problem, solutions and action plans. The other groups presented 'Subcultures', 'Pre-marital Sex' and ' Suicide'. I managed to question the last 1 seeing that i had been in the early stages before.
Ouh i forgot to mention that Erwyn is migrating to Australia soon...

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1:54 PM

Janvir

Ok...i've been meqaning to white something since thursday...but i've been busy...or rather made busy. Yeah, i still have some homework to do and have to be busy...even though i've only done like 3 drawings, Geog map reading(anyhow 1), social studies, math(although still got a few questions i dunno), chem and english(stupid topics for essay n letter). I still gotta do 7 more drawings, physics(i dunno which 1 is it) and a malay book report on some crappy love novel...and just to let u know...i hate reading love stories, even in english...sumore the malay inthose things are like so chim n ununderstandable.

Enough of that. Well Aaron came back on Saturday night, and like 7 of the ex-2b ppl gathered at the airport to meet him. Well, he had his hair highlighted with unatural red streaks and his hair was mowhakish. Thats all that changed. He's still the same height, same face, still pudgy...although more muscular and still no Aussie accent..although his english sounds more professional...but still, mostly the same...even the same bad temper as we ffound out the next day. We went to his house like at 10 in the morning to play soccer, more soccer...and more soccer. I mean thats all there was. His house was barren. No tv reception, no com, no radio. Well ther was some time wher some ppl were listening to discman...and now becos of Aaron, i'm hooked on Disturbed's 'Remember'. It was quite fun lah...i managed not to disgrace myself in soccer, even Shan yu did well...i mean its the first time i've ever seen him play. However, Ivan rammed the ball in my face n Yiqiang, in my side. Speaking of Ivan, he's changed quite a bit - Voice breaking, taller, no more square hairstyle, pimples...haiz...puberty so late 1. Well, we were all makin jokes about him that day...mostly shan yu n me lah...imitating his speech and signature walk.

Well, Daniel n Yiqiang had gotten the 3220's, black n white. I had so yearned for the red 1. But on saturday, i got something better. I saw in the newspaper an M1 promotion - Nokia 7260 only for $148! Yeah.. so my dad drove me n my aunt to Toa payoh to get it at night, but to no surprise, it was sold out there. I mean come on, a newly released phone, 1 of the 3 fashion phones, camera, videocam, voice recorder, radio...So we quickly drove to United Square n got to the M1 shop just as it was preparing to close...and to my greatest exitement...i got it. Ouh i cant explain the ecstasy of having something so glamorous in my possesion, ahh...to think that i would have made a big mistake by gettin that tacky 3220.
well.. gotta go now...

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