Rudy Yuan’s Streak oF BluE

okay! i miss my blogs.. so i decide to put some scratches on it so all of us who read this are blessed with a little sufferings.

BALI.

they don’t call this place ‘the island of the gods’ for nothing. there are indeed a lot of gods they worship there (i just make it up, i dont know a damn about their religion lol). but surely Hinduism practices are prevalent throughout the island.

I don’t like Bali. *heyyy stop throwing me tomatoesss* yaix, are those rotten?? did u prepare rotten tomatoes beforehand??????  *wipe away tomatoes

okay. one. they can’t drive. *stopp hitting meeeee

two. .crowdeeedd. you can’t get around Kuta easily without cursing somebody

three… i hate it most because it makes me want to go back there again!

but i DO LOVE their policemen. unlike big cities’ policemen (jakarta or medan), who have hunter eyes for every minuscule traffic transgression, bali’s policemen are soooooooo tame, it made me want to pat them on the head and pinch them in the face, bring them home and give them food.

no, seriously. we grow tired of greedy policemen so ubiquitous in big cities that all they actually want is bribe. policemen in bali is simply helpful and friendly. they even do gardening (this i spotted on our way to north side of the island through Bedugul route). how cute. and my friend drove without license five days straight and got away with it.

with four (or five?) days at our hands, we still havnt got to visit every nook and cranny of bali yet, thanks to good planning and good road knowledge of our friends (*cough*sarcasm*cough*)

i trusted the travel plan to a friend, who on our previous travel to Phuket had shown great schedule management. but he disappointed us for H-1 preparation, which by the way went into complete chaos anyway.

plusss, we’ve got a balinese (or he tried to claim himself every other time) to drive us, who ironically didnt even ever hear of some of the places on the list or how to get there. on such occasion he would retract his claim to be Balinese. He’s wonosobian by birth, bali-immigrant afterwards. (and he’s incomprehensibly proud of that.. *peace darl lol). (honestly, if u come to Siantar and ask me to drive u around, i’d be lost too. but we were not in Siantar, so i used all the opportunity to humiliate him to the max. *evil*)

but that’s actually what made the trip more interesting. we could mock each other. lol. and we managed to reach interesting places after all, thanks to Garmin. (no, it’s not a girl. it’s a GPS software)

So here’s the summary of what we’ve done:

- we learned how to distinguish the spelling of bitch and beach (or so we thought. we agreed if someone says BEEECH with angry tone, then he means bitch. simple right. LOL)

- we made stupid poses… (okay okay, “I” made stupid poses), so stupid that when my friend clicked on those photos in front of his parents, he gasped loudly, went panic and almost stumbled out of his chair and got a heart attack. *I got rumor his parents forbade him to befriend me afterwards unless i repented, got myself re-baptized, and meditated 40 days and nights without foods *lebay

- i was the most famous visitor in my friend’s home, as his father asked inquiringly who brought a big suitcase for such simple holiday and he remembered with ‘ooh, the guy that likes to go shirtless around the house..’ AWWWW! his father liked me! LOL. (and in my defense, the suitcase came with half full and went back with over full content! …..wait… is that a defense at all?)

- being flirted by a cute gay waiter in the pancake diner. LOL. too bad when we (read: I) got the courage to ask for his phone number the next day, he was sadly not on morning shift..

- also in the diner: we stared at a pretty sexy asian chick, unaware that his boyfriend was sitting across from us, glaring at us. there were 4 men in our group, but he was heavily muscled. so we fleed. *before we put more damage to his ugly face.. (damn, he’s actually cute) *yea right

- went to waterbom and being childish all over (and I went home with super sore buttocks, thanks to little butt meat i had, which bumped against the water when i slid down the highest steepest waterslide). This was the first time my soft lens got out, and i put it back after rinsing it only with tap water. *DON’T do this at home, this is strictly allowed for professional wearer LOL.

OH and i didn’t tell anybody this, but a male westerner deliberately flashed his Wiener (PG-17: cock) to me in the changing room. Why else would he change his underwear outside the changing room right in front of me and meanwhile try to to catch my eyes?? I looked at it anyway. LOL. he had a piercing on his cock which was intriguing. I would have asked him to let me examine that if only T had not come in a little too soon! wakakka. crazy

- we managed to blend in with Balinese! They like to sit on stairs in front of malls and call that hangout. We simulated that by buying Starbucks and sat on a stair facing the Kuta. It’s kinda nice though

- we scared a Arabian couple away after i tried to take a fake shot of the woman with SLR camera since she wore a funny balloon tiara. Fortunately he didnt come to me and stab me… i would have used the nipple pinching skill i got after i visited Nusa Dua water blow… *yeaaa baby

- got our car stuck halfway of an uphill winding road, with a car right behind, and our heart began to pound 168 beats per minute (scarily close to death heartbeat rate, i guess). After this incident, i believe each of us began to confess his sin in silent in hope that their sins would be lifted and make the load lighter. lol

- Two of us learned that brain memorizing power goes disproportionately with age. How else do you explain when one of them tweeted “Dreamland” beach as “DayDream” beach and the other called “Waterblow” as “Deathblow”? ohhhh we are so DEAD in the DREAM.

okay, i’ve written enough. it’s never fun to reveal too many secrets.

My closing statement: i enjoyed Bali because there were friends. Anywhere else wouldn’t have mattered. So this is dedicated to those friends, although i’m not sure this blog is worth dedicating.

-= POST I: OPEN RELATIONSHIP =-

As a lot of you know, “open relationship” is a choice available in Facebook (or probably some other networking sites) for relationship status.

A lot of people have been using this option while, I guess, without knowing the true meaning of it.

I think the REAL Open Relationship is pretty uncommon in Asian countries, yet lots of Asian Facebook users often opt to choose this as their relationship status.

I don’t have any prejudices towards them. Maybe they’re indeed in an open relationship… or maybe they just have the wrong idea about it.

– starting from this point, all accusations (save for facts and quotes) are strictly my opinions –

Many people, especially those of Indonesia, might consider the term “open relationship” as that they are open to or ready for new relationship, or in the process of seeking a new relationship. It’s probably like, “Duh, I’m so bored with my GF, I want to break up and find a new one”

or

“I’ve been single for so long, it’s time for me to find a relationship with someone”

It’s not entirely wrong.

But it’s wrong if they’re apparently single and opt “open relationship”.

Check the web for Open Relationship definition, like in Wikipedia.

“An open relationship is a relationship in which the participants are free to have emotional, spiritual and/or physical relationships with other partners. If the couple making this agreement are married, it is an open marriage”

and here’s another one from Urbandictionary:

“A relationship in which two people agree that they want to be together, but can’t exactly promise that they won’t see other people too. Basically, to have it all: a significant other and the freedom to hook up with other people. Common during college for many post-high school relationships.”

See?

If A and B are in an open relationship, it means that they’re in a relationship, WHILE both (or one) of them are also seeing other persons (usually for sex).

So, if you take ‘open relationship’ the wrong way, and you set it as your status, please change it before I offer myself to you. You can break someone’s heart.

But if you’re indeed in an open relationship, don’t hesitate to give me a call. I like it dirty.

-= POST II : DOWN TO EARTH =-

This is also a commonly made mistake.

Some networking profiles have people who describe themselves as DOWN TO EARTH  (I’m proud and shameless to announce that it is usually dating sites in which I participate “simply to observe” lol), of which people are usually mostly Asians.

Down to earth probably elicits a notion of humbleness, humility, modesty; as opposed to ‘up high in the heaven’, which gives the notion of pride, prominence, etc.

Despite that it really sounds so, DOWN TO EARTH does not mean that at all.

Here’s the definition of Down to Earth from Merriam-Webster:

1:practical (down–to–earth traveling tips)2:unpretentious (surprised to find the movie star so down–to–earth)

And Encarta Dictionary describes Down to Earth as practical and realistic. And its thesaurus gives “practical, realistic, sensible, matter-of-fact, pragmatic, no-nonsense”. (and fyi, nothing about humbleness)

And this is an example of down to earthness from Urban Dictionary:

Down to Earth Person: “I’m not paying $92 for that sweatshirt just because it’s designer! That’s crazy!”

(which makes me not a DOWN TO EARTH person. LOL)

So if you’re humble and want to be flagrant about it, stop using Down-to-earth to describe yourself, or worst, others.

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I wrote this because I hope nobody would make the same mistake as I did. Cause, yes, I have also had the wrong notions about those phrases. But at least I don’t use them publicly until I find out what it means. Be down-to-earth guys!

Sharing empowers knowledge!

Beijing’s main airport is called Beijing Capital International Airport, which was definitely a big airport. Its International Terminal 3 was the second largest terminal in the world after Dubai’s International Terminal 3 (Wikipedia).

So, on one of my flights from this Airport, I got a chance to look at the Terminal 3E. It was definitely huge. I had no problem reaching the designated gate for my flights after I passed through the immigration since there were lots of signs to guide me. But as I got bored waiting in one of the many gates in the 3E terminal, I decided to take a walk and got lost! I had never got lost in airport before, even if it’s new to me, like the one in Hongkong or Guangzhou. Even I spent one and half hour of walking through the terminal, I had the nagging feeling that I had not seen it all.

–00–

In that day in the terminal, I overheard something interesting.

I was walking through a long hallway looking for my gate when I saw two men walking in front of me. One was Indian and the other was Chinese, but I concluded both were of Singapore nationality.

Indian: Wait, I need to rest my arms and feet. This airport is crazily gigantic. (He was carrying a baggage at that time, dragging it with him all along)

Chinese: (laugh) okay. Yeah, they surely built this huge.

Indian: Yeah. The way they do things is when they build something, they do it grandly. This airport is no exception.

Chinese: Yeah. In contradiction though, we in Singapore try to make everything compact (this of course refers to the little land Singapore has)

Indonesian (oh, who was I) in his heart: Wow, we Indonesian also build compact utilitarian sad cheap(?) buildings! Despite the fact we have relatively big landmass.. We just don’t have many financial options.

Oh God, how sad is that? There were free drinking water dispensers all over the airport, while we couldn’t even find automatic vending machine anywhere in Jakarta (just recently in busway stops, which you still have to buy through the operator).

And even though Singapore has a compact airport, it’s still much better and bigger than Cengkareng.

What happened to our country? What’s the huge natural and human resources doing?

I’m not nationalist. I just wonder where we got it all wrong.

And don’t you dare reply me with the philosophical motivational (accusatory) responses like: it should start with you, what have you contributed?

*KICK