Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Snow Flower and the Secret Fan

Two exams done, ONE more to go!
I've been interested in portrayal of Asian culture in Hollywood movies, since it's very common of us to find the culture included in Asian movies. It's fascinating to see how Asian culture is viewed from the point of view of these intelligent Hollywood movie workers, which represent the whole American community.
Memoirs of a Geisha is an example of some well-known portrayal of Asian culture depicted in Hollywood movies, other than The Joy Luck Club and The Last Emperor...not until...

...I noticed that another movie produced by Fox Searchlight which featured Asian culture, was going to be released this year. You can see the trailer below.


Basically, Snow Flower and the Secret Fan tells about two best friends who were paired with a laotong (footbinding). The two girls were each kept in isolation, but somehow they managed to communicate with each other, shared each other's feelings using nu shu (a secret code language that only women could understand). Together, they underwent through a lot of obstacles and controversies in life what best friends would normally encounter.

I read the book, although not capturing much details, but seeing how the trailer looked like, I think it's going to be good movie. The only question here is, I didn't see any modern setting featured in the book. I was a bit surprised by the fact that the trailer starts with a glimpse of modern (I think the city is) Shanghai. Then it switches back to the past where we see the characters again, totally the same people (Li Bing Bing and Jun Ji-Hyun as the laotong pair), which convinces me if the characters seen in the modern setting might be the reincarnation of the characters in the past, or maybe the characters seen in the past are actually immortal? (Cos Jun Ji-Hyun's character seems to say "Sisters for 10,000 years"

Well, I put my trust on Wayne Wang - who also directed The Joy Luck Club - for making this movie awesome and as impressive as The Last Emperor and Memoirs of a Geisha (or maybe better!).

Can't wait for the movie to be released!

Saturday, March 19, 2011

SHOPPING SPREE

The Great Mall in Milpitas has always been everyone's favorite place to go to when it comes to shopping. About a month ago, Teresa, Sierra, Elda, and I went there to do a little – well – shopping. We met up at Valley Fair's Cheesecake Factory before departing together with a bus to downtown San Jose. From there, we took a Light Rail ride straight to Milpitas Great Mall for around thirty minutes. So yeah it was quite a long journey.

Once we got there at around 1 pm, we went straight to Jollybee to have lunch and after that, our shopping spree began! We started off at Forever 21 which is first and foremost my most favorite clothing store ever. It was soooo huge but I already recognized the area.

We spent about an hour or two there, grabbing some stuff from aisle to aisle and trying them out. Apparently, since I already had a shopping spree in Forever 21 less than a week before, I decided not to buy some more clothes and instead, I bought myself this cute guitar necklace which cost around $2.00. Not bad.

Then we explored more and more places, hopping from one store to the other. There are bunch of clothing stores there that I barely remembered where we went to. Last but not least, we visited H&M where I spotted a very cute green shirt in a very reasonable price. Seeing that I have no green colored shirt, I decided to purchase one.

We got back to the Light Rail station at around 6 pm and switched to bus in San Jose Downtown. While waiting for the Light Rail to come, we decided to take some pictures :)


This one below looks like a movie poster

LOL-ed hard at this picture. Elda and I looked really serious while Sierra just couldn't stop cracking to laugh.

What a fun day, too bad not a lot of pictures taken since we were too busy shopping. That week was probably the most-money-spending week. I got to refrain myself from shopping a little too much and save some money for Spring break and something else.

Feel like crying again and again and again~



It's raining outside, and I'm basically stuck at home.
Geez people do really get busy approaching finals. This can be the most boring weekend, you can tell.

And this girl right here is always tempted to browse the internet instead of studying Arts 2F. I mean, the book is FREAKING ONLINE. Can't get myself to focus on that. Focus. FOCUS

Yet, I feel like crying right now.
2PM comes to Indonesia. Yes, Junsu, Chansung, Nichkhun, Wooyoung, Taecyeon, and Junho ARE in my country right now, and I believe they just finished performing for Blackberry Live and Rockin Concert. Can't imagine the whole euphoria and screaming fangirls. I want to be in te middle of the crowd and scream to the top of my lungs "OPPAAAAA SARAANGHAAEEEEE!!!!" like any other fangirls would do in the presence of their idols.

Why, why, why do all Korean artists must come to Indonesia AFTER I went to the US? Like SHINee and now, 2PM, next up, JYJ. Maybe after that, Super Junior.

Honestly, I'm not an avid 2PM fan or you may call as a 'Hottest' (the way you call a Super Junior fan an 'ELF'). But what makes me want to cry so much is the fact that my cousin and two of my friends (three of the people that I know) attended the concert. Yes, that cousin that introduced me to the Kpop in the very first place.

Now, some of the people I knew have already had their dreams come true to meet their idols, not only my friends and cousin who finally got to see 2PM or Super Junior or SHINee Live or even got to attend SM Town concert last year. Even my dad got to meet his own idol at last, who turns out to be David Foster. They even took a picture together. My friends got to attend Paramore concert in San Jose.

Question: When will my turn be??????
When will I get to decide whether my favorite idols do look as gorgeous as they look on the media?
When will I get to catch at least a glimpse of my favorite idols? Just a glimpse?
When will I lose my voice but it's worth it cos I get to attend my favorite idol's concert?

I was almost a step ahead before I got to fly to Los Angeles and meet up my whole group of Kpop idols at one place. But then...well, my dreams crumbled down with only one word: 'No'.

Oh but wait a minute....

I AM going to meet my idols a few months from now, aren't I?

AREN'T I??



It's confirmed!!
Yep, I'll be attending glee concert this upcoming May!!
Thanks to Elda and also some of her friends from choir group!!! Yayy
Finally my chance will arrive!! I don't care if it's not a Kpop concert but still I loveeeeeee Glee to bits and I won't miss a chance to catch them live this May 24, 2011 in San Jose HP Pavillion!!!!!

Lea Michelle, Cory Monteith, Matthew Morrison, Jane Lynch, Amber Riley, Mark Salling, Jenna Ushkowitz, Naya Rivera, Heather Morris, Kevin McHale, Jayma Mays...everyone wait for me!!!!!

But still...

SM ENTERTAINMENT, PLEASE BRING YOUR WHOLE ARTISTS OF AWESOMENESS BACK TO LA THIS YEAR. :3

Just like what Glee cover song...

Don't stop believing! :D

Friday, March 18, 2011

Inception, much?

Okay this post might be a bit scary. You have been warned.

I always have this strange dream while taking a nap at every Friday early afternoon. I don't really think scary is the best way to describe it, although I do feel very tense while experiencing it. There's always fear in me that makes me somehow connect my experience with supernatural phenomenon, but I've tried to shove that thought away.

Basically, this whole strange dream turns out to be sleep paralysis (I've been so curious about this frequent symptom that I decided to find out about it today). Actually, it all began one night when I went to bed in a normal way, although a bit late than usual. In the middle of the night, I suddenly felt like I was awake, in my bed.

My eyes were open, but things looked a bit blurry, not that I wasn't wearing glasses, but my sight was just blurry and everything looked in front of me was vague. Although I was certain the whole setting took place in my bedroom and I remained in my current sleeping position which hadn't changed since I went to bed (face half buried in the blanket, knees bent as usual, body facing sideways to my right, face facing up front towards the wall).

When it happened, I tried to move my hands and arms, but they felt very heavy. No matter how I tried to move my arms and even assembled all of my physical power, they hesitated to move a muscle. If you ask, no, I saw nothing spooky or scary sitting on top of my body like everyone would likely to guess. I just felt paralyzed, that's it.

The dream continued when somehow, I jumped that being paralyzed scene and the next thing I knew, I was walking towards the door of my bedroom (This part was pure dream and maybe an additional to my sleep paralysis symptom). I didn't even know how I finally managed to break free from the invisible force that bounded all my nerves and muscles.

Everything in front of me still looked vague before I realized how big the room suddenly became, and the white door that stood in front of me was no longer white but a huge one that stretched over two meters high, with dark brown wooden carving on it, which I believed that carving was made out of teak tree.

I couldn't find a knob in order to open the door, that I began to get really scared. In the mean time, I could only ask for my roommate's help, who was sleeping on her bed next to mine. I literally shook her and all of a sudden she sprang up like a newly activated robot, sitting on her bed (which is impossible, because everytime someone wakes up, they will appear to have exhausted and lazy at first, as that's the phase to charge their energy).

I didn't quite see her eyes, but I remembered that suddenly she spit out several unclear words rapidly. I instinctively frowned and I was like “What are you trying to say? You're not helping at all!”, before I saw that she began to gradually transform into an old hag with long white hair (Okay this part IS scary, I must say).

Somehow I managed to escape my “bedroom” and went to the dimly lit living room, only to find that the storage closet near the entry door opened up. There, I saw some girls marching out of the room complete in what I remembered to be my school's marching band uniform. I hardly remembered if they held their instruments with them, but I did spot them marching out of the closet like they were about to enter the stage to perform. Logically speaking, wouldn't it be VERY IMPOSSIBLE to have a dozen or more of girls marching out of a 1x1 meter closet? Magician tricks, much? (Maybe because Elda and I had a brief conversation about marching band earlier)

Shortly after having that dream, I woke up and was relieved that it was pure dream. It was around 3-4ish in the morning. I looked at my roommate and thanked to the fact that she wasn't really transforming into a blabbering old hag, or else I would be freaked out for real. So far, that's my scariest nightmare. I reflected myself that maybe before going to bed, I forgot to pray like I usually do.

The rest of the dream following the sleep paralysis didn't come up in my next sleeps, it's just that the sleep paralysis that was still continuous up until now. Even it took place every Friday early afternoon after I went home from my morning class. Sleep paralysis is always the same. It becomes like a weekly, repeatable dream or something, but the truth is, it never changes. Sleep paralysis always takes place in my bedroom, me sleeping in my current position, but unable to move a single muscle.

Everytime I took a nap during that time, I would experience sleep paralysis, like feeling paralyzed while being awake in the dream. Somehow I came up with a slight solution, which was to struggle to break free whenever I felt paralyzed. I wouldn't stop doing that until I finally regained my consciousness, succeeded to move my muscles in reality, and reassured myself that it was only a dream. At least I would still be able to distinguish which one is dream and which one is reality.

It's actually not the nightmare part that scares me, it's the fact that whether I can distinguish which one is dream and which one is reality. You know, the part where people are often made confused about the existence of things around them.

Sometimes, my sleep paralysis in Friday nap time would be followed by a series of vague dreams, like I was being taken to some kind of places, going through a lot of events which felt like it lasted for ages. Taking a nap became like a journey to some place else, before I got to return to reality in an hour or two. Nothing as disturbing as the nightmare I told you, but the vagueness of the dreams sometimes left me quizzed, slightly tense, and dizzy upon awakening, such as one time I spotted a whirling wind or you may call as tornado, in Cupertino. "I" felt a rush of panic because at that moment, "I" saw it was wiping out my school area and it was about to wipe out Target as well.

That's probably one of the most vivid dreams I had in my Friday nap. Most of them, I barely even remembered, but it felt like I experienced something somewhere for quite a long time. Funny thing is that sometimes, my version in my dream would come to realize if it was a dream or not, then “I” would literally pinch myself on the hand but “I” felt numb. So finally “I” sighed and concluded “Well, then this is just a dream. I guess I have to wait till I wake up.” I guess this is the part that's called lucid dream, where a person's consciousness in a dream is aware whether they are in a dream or not.

The latest sleep paralysis I had is today, which led to me to question about this symptom. I was first about to ask my friend who could possibly interpret dreams and see if my sleep paralysis could actually mean something. But then I looked up for that information on the internet and found that it was a common type of sleeping problems, similar to having an insomnia, lucid dream, sleep deprivation, narcoleptic, excessive daytime sleepiness (which I'm sure everyone must have this symptom of sleeping in class).

It's a sleeping problem that takes place as a dream. One of the causes would be lack of sleep, which really, I can easily connect myself to it. I've been lacking of sleeps these days. The thing is, I always take a nap ever since I was in high school. If not, then I would be sleepy at an early hour such as at 7 pm. But comes with a nap, I could hardly sleep at normal hours like 9-11 pm, because I don't feel sleepy during those hours.

I'm not so sure if I'm stressed, because that's the second reason that triggers the symptom. I am fine with my academic life except for math, but I didn't really stress about it too much. Math is a stressful subject for everyone of course, but in the same time, I felt lucky because other classes that I take isn't that stressful or energy spending (maybe because I love those classes' topics and even if I don't, I try to enjoy myself being in that class).

Still, what's left in my head is, why does that sleep paralysis always have to occur on my Friday nap? I take a nap almost regularly on weekdays after school but never experienced that. I purposely take a nap every Friday early afternoon because in the afternoon I'll have a club meeting, followed by activities and hang out that can end up until midnight. But after experiencing that sleep paralysis, I always hesitate on taking a nap on Friday because of how annoying it can be, but I always can't resist to do so. I grew fear on taking a nap on Friday afternoon but if I didn't do it, I'd be very exhausted while doing my Friday activity. Instead of taking a nap to relax for a while, loosening all my tense nerves, taking a nap for me almost becomes like killing my time watching a thriller movie.

Well, let's think of a solution in a positive way: I should probably drink a lot (not orange juice by any means), I should go to bed not late at night, I must not overwork. Maybe those factors trigger sleep paralysis.

I watched Inception once and now I knew how Christopher Nolan drew his ideas to make the movie :). Sad but true, but I can relate to the movie pretty much, although not as dramatized as the movie.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Control your pitch, please :)

Trying to restore all of my story-telling mode on.
I hang out quite often with my Hong Kong, Chinese, and Japanese friends these days, but we have to pause it as finals week is coming up ahead.

Two things that we love doing together: karaoke and shopping! Well, we sort of love the karaoke better. Anyway, Teresa pointed out that there was a cheap karaoke spot down in Homestead road, as I've never been there before (one time my Indonesian friends and I went to another karaoke), I didn't see why not. We even got to go there twice.

So Elda, Sierra, Teresa, and I went there on around early winter quarter, since there weren't loads of assignment to do at that time.
The karaoke's name is Gamba Karaoke, and it's basically a simple Japanese-style karaoke place with a strong Japanese vibe. In fact it's really reasonable, much cheaper than any other karaoke spots to be honest, which only costs $1.00 per hour.

Even the lounge itself was simple and wasn't too big, which I found really nice because the smaller the room gets, the tighter we could all be together without some spaces making a gap among us.
Anyway, here you can take a look at what we were doing, these pictures are taken from our first visit:









The way we picked songs was kind of unique. Unlike any other karaoke spots (or so I thought), where we usually pick out the songs right from the television screen, this is probably the only one I happened to visit that provided an iPad to pick out the songs. Cool huh?



There's something even cooler from this karaoke place.
They have Korean, Japanese, and Taiwanese songs! Most of my friends who are Mandarin speakers quickly got themselves some songs to sing. Meanwhile, I was thinking of a Taiwanese song that I used to hear a lot and pretty much liked, before finally I came up with reserving a couple of F4 songs (Gosh how I miss the whole Meteor Garden euphoria, back in the days where people on the streets hummed the soundtrack).

One of the F4 songs that came up first was "Baby" (I'm pretty sure that's the name, because the chorus only went 'Oh baby baby baby, my baby baby'). I was ready with the microphone and all of my friends had anticipated for me to sing, before suddenly, a bunch of lines appeared on the screen, in Chinese characters. Really, I was frantically looking for the romanization but they were nowhere to be found.

In the end, I handed my microphone to my friends and let them sing.
Finally though, we switched to some Japanese songs, which thank goodness, I could read the characters. Although I was familiar with hiragana and katakana, still singing out a lot of lines that constantly changed in every five seconds was a pain in the butt. But it was worth the effort.

Even more painful (but fun, still) is that, Teresa - who's an avid Kpop fan - found some Korean songs for me and her to sing. I was fine too with hangul characters, but my reading fluency in Korean characters is worse than in Japanese characters. But she told me to give it a try. So, my tongue literally struggled to adapt to Korean lyrics shortly after singing in Japanese. Anyway, we got to sing BoA and SNSD. No Super Junior or any other songs found there.

I really envy Elda and Teresa, I mean, Elda's fluency in Japanese is much better that she can even sing a rap line fluently and caught up with the fast songs with lyrics that changed in every split seconds. While Teresa is practically fluent in Japanese, Korean, Mandarin (her mother language), and Cantonese.

The most fun part that Elda and I got to share is when we sang Perfume's Fushizen na Girl and Chemistry's Life Goes on, cos we both know the songs and the lyrics weren't too bothersome to be followed. Funny thing is, Elda simply altered the word "Life Goes on" to "Life Gosong" (If pronounced quick and added a bit -ng at the end of the word, gosong means 'burned or overcooked' in Bahasa).

Anyway that's the story from our first karaoke visit. After that, we went to Valley Fair where I repaired my laptop at that time.

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The second visit was pretty much about the same.

Except that more people were joining! Terry, Aymee, and Nancy decided to come, so it became the seven of us going for karaoke! Even more exciting is the fact that Terry is a Japanese, so it was fun to see her sing Japanese songs using her native tongue.


I'm pretty sure when I was about to take her picture, she wasn't having this pose, but when my shutter clicked, suddenly she struck this kind of pose and the result isn't so bad as you see.
I guess Elda was trying to say 'doubleplusgooood' (a reference to 1984 novel by George Orwell)





Aww....I seriously miss these guys! Singing their song made me want to go back to the days where Taiwanese dramas and songs were such a hype.



We ended the day by going to Quickly for a short hangout and Aymee, Nancy, and Elda having a bite of Pho Vietnamese noodle.
Wish we could have another karaoke session, or maybe do something as fun as that. That'd be awesome, eh?
Gamba Karaoke
19990 Homestead Road Cupertino, CA 95014-0556 - (408) 865-0955
Open Mon-Thu 10am-1am; Fri-Sat 10am-2am; Sun 10am-12am

100 facts at 1 am

OMG this is super random. You can skip this post if you wish to. Guess I need a distraction.
  1. I am the only child in my family
  2. I am of a Chinese-descent from my mother's side and pure Javanese descent from my father's side
  3. I grew up in two cultures, Chinese and Javanese
  4. I have a Chinese name, which is Chen Kai Sa.
  5. I have been raised in mostly Catholic community
  6. I am a Muslim
  7. A lot of people mistake me as a Catholic from my facial appearance (I can't tell why and how)
  8. I have this fear of injection needles
  9. I hate dentists and their earsplitting drill sound
  10. I feel like the shortest whenever I'm with my friends
  11. I had a Dora-like bob hair when I was little
  12. I learned English for the first time when I was four, but I didn't recognize grammars and tenses not until I was 11
  13. I wanted to be a doctor when I was little
  14. Today I hate doctors
  15. I am a carnivore but barely gains weight
  16. I can't stand spicy food
  17. I love too salty instead of too sweet
  18. I don't like candies. I'm a chocolate person
  19. I am really close to my cousins
  20. I am afraid of ghost stories but often find myself curious
  21. I prefer watching thriller/gore/slasher/violent movie rather than a normal horror one.
  22. I am a slow reader. The fastest duration for me to read a novel is a week long
  23. I pay attention to slightest intricacies
  24. I consider myself as disorganized but highly efficient
  25. I am rather a perfectionist, ironically
  26. I LOVE movies. I'm always excited whenever there's a movie-watching event
  27. I have no certain preferences in movie genres
  28. I have a wide range of favorite music
  29. My first idol was Memes. I shed tears listening to her songs
  30. Sharon Corr inspired me to play a violin
  31. I was enrolled in acting and modeling classes in kindergarten
  32. I have learned to play piano since I was four, but I'm never good at it
  33. I prefer to play by ear
  34. I have serious issues with piano tutors
  35. I prefer to play by ear in both piano and violin
  36. I used to perform Disney songs with violin back in middle school
  37. I have an ambition to travel the world someday. Even my friend and I have this not-so-impossible plan to go backpacking to China, Korea, and Japan (much like Eat Pray Love-ish?)
  38. I speak Indonesian, English, German, Japanese, basic French, conversational Chinese, and now I'm learning Korean.
  39. I resist wearing contact lenses
  40. I love winter more than summer
  41. I love rain more than sunny
  42. I used to smoke and quit immediately
  43. I love apple cider
  44. I am trying as hard as I can to stay sober when exposed to alcoholic drink
  45. My ears are explosion-sensitive
  46. I danced ballet when I was little
  47. I learn how to dance hip hop and jazz these days
  48. I wish I'm able to have a conversation with Japanese, German, and Korean people
  49. I've been mistaken as a Filipino, Korean, Thai, Taiwanese, Chinese, Vietnamese
  50. I went to an all girl school
  51. I learned to value the power of women in my high school
  52. I used to be a tomboy and refused to wear a dress to my middle school prom
  53. I love multiculturalism
  54. I used to play soccer
  55. I am gadget-literate
  56. I only changed my phone number ONCE and it's only due to moving to the US
  57. I have a Blackberry
  58. I have been into Kpop since June 2009
  59. My first and my most favorite Kpop artists would be Super Junior
  60. I am interested in doing Kpop dance covers
  61. One of my current goals as of now is to watch a Kpop concert
  62. For some reason I hate being outsmarted
  63. I despise self-conscious people
  64. I never attend concerts, but I have attended several orchestral concerts and recitals
  65. I want to live in San Francisco, Tokyo, London, Los Angeles, Singapore, or New York (HA! Typical!)
  66. So far I have written two novellas and a novel, but I haven't had guts to publish them
  67. I love anime, particularly Cardcaptor Sakura and Jigoku Shoujo
  68. I love Playstation 1 over PS3 or Nintendo
  69. My favorite game are Crash Team Racing and The Sims
  70. My two cousins and I used to roleplay as Magical Doremi, Power Ranger, and Powerpuff Girls
  71. Everytime I take a nap in the afternoon, I always stay up late at night
  72. Midnight craving is a guilty pleasure
  73. I don't find my weight really that matters
  74. I don't find questions about my weight or age really that offensive
  75. Laughter is a contagious "disease" for me. Seeing a person laughing can make me laugh as well, even though I don't know what's so funny.
  76. I LOVE FOOD
  77. I always tell people that I major in Graphic Design, no matter it is animation that is written as my major in my I20
  78. I wish I could make an animation movie some day
  79. I fear of balloons
  80. I am Coulrophobic
  81. I want to learn ventriloquism
  82. Whenever I hear someone singing to one song, I'll unconsciously sing to it or hum it afterwards.
  83. I have a thing on boots, cardigans, coats, and hats
  84. My bedroom in Jakarta is filled with 5 posters of Super Junior, 2 posters of school events, a poster of Daniel Radcliffe, and 2 more movie posters
  85. I hate people who ask “I'm right, aren't I?”
  86. I always dream of having a minimalistic penthouse overlooking a downtown (any cities)
  87. I don't respect people who can't keep a secret
  88. I am possibly the least sensitive person you'll ever meet
  89. I am not a roller coaster person. I'd prefer experiencing tense or calm dark rides instead of going through nauseous loops and drops
  90. As of now, I haven't had any suitors boyfriends.
  91. Everytime I'm asked if I have or ever have a boyfriend or not, I'll instead proudly yet defensively say “But I do have a crush and an ex-crush!” *lame*
  92. I hate and will always hate Mathematics
  93. Around 43,298,766 people have said this to me. “You have such neat and small writings.”
  94. Around 2,231 people call me Teresa, since "Teresa" and "Carissa" are similarly pronounced
  95. I love shopping. I think it's girls' nature.
  96. My favorite clothing store is XXI. I always spend two hours nonstop grabbing and trying out some clothes in the fitting room, but end up buying only one of them or even none.
  97. My hidden ambition is to be either a teacher or a psychologist/therapist.
  98. I wish I had a drawing/painting studio, music studio, private movie theatre, and a library in my future house
  99. My most favorite coffee type is latte.
  100. I want to be part of an orchestra

Sunday, March 13, 2011

black black white white (ambiguity)



The title literally means "black black white white"
This entry is posted as requested by Elda
Just now we were arguing over something ridiculous, but I guess it'd be worth to post.

My earphone's speaker happened to nudge against the glass that stood in front of me, making a "cling" sound. Actually it was nothing much, but apparently Elda heard it and said.
Elda: "The sound reminds me of a food wagon in Indonesia that sells...." (halted for a second). "That black, white thingy...black and white... black...black...white...square...cube sized...."

Me: "What?"

Elda: "It's an Indonesian dessert. The black thing is soggy like jelly. The white thingy is..."

Me: "Es campur? (mixed ice)"

Elda: "No, the black thingy is cube sized, squares, yeah, and there's a lot of them in the dish."

Me: (frown) "Kolak? Cendol?"

Elda: "Noooo... You'd always have that to break fasting."

Me: "I'd always have either kolak or cendol to break fasting."

Elda: "Nooo, it's...umm...black, black, thingy...."

Me: "Kembang tahu? (douhua)" (trying to guess if maybe she meant the food was of hot black gravy with thin white tofu layers floating on it)

Elda: "No!! It's not hot. It's cold, it's a dessert, it's sweet!" (her tone rose)

Me: "What then? Nata de coco?"

Elda: "Yeaaaaah, you got the white thing right!! The black thing should be...should be...."

Me: "Gula jawa? (Javanese sugar, cos once it's blended with water, it'll make the water turn dark)"

Elda: "Nooo!!!"

Me: "Pudding?"

Elda: "Noo!!"

Me: "Jelly...jelly..."

Elda: "No!!! No jelly!!!"

Me: "Does it contain coconut milk?"

Elda: "Not even close!"

Me: "Err...es campur, es doger, es kacang hijau (pea ice)?" (going back to the very first guess)

Elda: "Nooo!"

Me: "Es kelapa muda? (coconut ice)"

Elda: "Nooooooooooo!!!"

Me: "Black, black, white, white huh?"
Elda: "Yeah, it's black, black, white, white!! Cube-sized!! Look it up on google! Search for...'Black black white white'."
(I guess we Indonesians always have that tendency to keep repeating an adjective word when it comes to exaggeration)

I literally typed 'black black white white' ridiculously in despair on Google search engine field. I knew no result would be found, but I was just under pressure of decoding the puzzle. Then I kept continuing to search for relating keywords, from Indonesian desserts to jelly.

After a minute of stressful moment, my search came to its end after I typed "Agar-agar hitam" which literally means "black jelly"

Right at the bottom of the first page, this word caught my attention

"Es Cingcau"
or literally means "Grass jelly beans"
Me: "Es Cincau?!!"

Elda: "Yeaaah, es cincau! Hahaha"
Aaaaaannnndddd...here's what she actually means:



And also the black thing Elda referred is...


Correction:
- It does contain of coconut milk
- It has black jelly beans inside its white milky like water.
- Most pictures that I found about this dessert have moss green jelly beans instead of black or brown
- IT'S NOT EVEN NATA DE COCO, because Nata de coco is white jelly beans. Duh. Sorry. My bad.
It's lame how I rarely encounter or even eat cincau. It's not my preference for dessert back in Indonesia. That's why it takes time for me to see what it really looks like.

The debate lasted after approximately two minutes long. I predicted it could've lasted for an hour long if not solved.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Homecoming pt 3



h o m e c o m i n g

part 3
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ATTENTION!
Again, just to let you guys know that this post is slightly different from any other posts you'll find in this blog. It's rather writings-heavy. So if you're not really into long texts or can't stand of reading a great deal of writings, simply skip it and wait till I finish all the parts. But for those who are curious enough and will to read it, you are more than welcome to do so. Enjoy!

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So there were like three of us that were really going to have our flight back home that night, but there were about five of them that took us to the airport and had a brief farewell dinner. Therefore there were about ten of us in the restaurant, with only three of which were going to be taken to the airport. One of the boys that joined us in apparently had made a reservation, so despite the fully-packed restaurant, we eventually got our seats, which was a traditional Chinese round table with a spinning platform in the middle of it. It was a really interesting experience as the restaurant had small spaces between one table to another, small room, sour and sweet smell that floated in the air, and the Chinese words-exchanged that filled the room. I mean, really, the waiters literally shouted the ordered food to the cooks in the kitchen and the costumers in the other tables threw rapid fire Chinese words with the waiters in high-pitched voices.

The food served soon after was mouth-watering, although I hardly recognized what they were though (I believe they were of chicken, duck, and beef). It was already 9 PM and my flight was in two hours. As time went by, I started to be a little bit worried if I could make it on time to the airport. What even bothered me was the question if the airport was nearby or not. But it was impossible for me to ask such questions to my friends while they were having warm chats in the table, while my mom was in a frenzy, calling me where I was just to make sure I wouldn't miss the flight.

Shortly afterwards, the dinner came to an end – much to my relief. I mean, really, I had a great dinner with my friends. We talked and laughed during it and it felt like forever, but my flight was in two hours and it wouldn't be funny if I happened to miss it.

Apparently, Lavinia and Lia's flight time was also close to mine, even theirs was five minutes earlier than mine. Then we got back to our cars and rolled off straight to SFO. It was about 10.40 pm when we hit the airport. Good thing it wasn't as far from the restaurant as I had thought. It was also the first time for me to be dropped not in the departure hall, but in the parking lot.

Well, that makes sense since Lavinia who was going to have her flight that night, was also the one that drove the car. So she needed to park the car first then went to the departure hall from there. Lia and Lavinia each brought with them two colorful yet big suitcases. When they saw mine – which was only one and considerably small – they went like “How come yours is small?” So I told them that I had no idea what to bring home, except unused items, clothes, unnecessary books, and souvenirs for my family and friends. Lavinia told me. “Makes sense though, you just arrived here like six months ago. You surely don't know what to bring home.” While Lavinia and Lia themselves had studied in the US much longer than me.

When we got to the departure hall, Lia and Lavinia scurried off to the check-in counter of Cathay Pacific, while I was looking for China Airlines. Sherly willingly helped me to find the counter in the huge hall and finally we found one. Much to my surprise though, there were three girls coming from my college who happened to be at the same flight. I didn't seem to know them very well as they were practically seniors. It was a relief that I wasn't the only early-bird home-comer.

I reconciled with Lia, Lavinia, and the rest of the entourage. I also had a short chat with a girl who happened to be taking the three girls from my college to the airport. Then we moved to the scanning section. This was a very memorable moment for me, as the rest of the party walked me, Lavinia, and Lia there, because it was the place where the entourage would part with us passengers. We took pictures and walked through the scanning process. As we were lining up behind the glass wall, Lavinia gave me and Lia each a sheet of tissue. Lavinia told us to wave the tissues to the entourage waiting for us outside to enter the scanning, you know, like that kind of thing people in old times would do in farewell. It was hilarious and silly at the same time! But such memory would surely stick in my mind forever. It was probably the most memorable farewell and I didn't even care if people around us would see us doing such a thing.

It was 11.10 pm when we passed the scanners. Lavinia and Lia's flight was in five minutes while I still had ten minutes. They quickly rushed to the gate and bid me farewell, while I was walking to my gate. As I got there, people were already lining up in front of the gate entrance and I thought to myself that I was lucky. Lavinia and Lia got their points to spend some time for dinner before going to the airport. They said it would be boring if we went straight to the airport and spent plenty of time to wait for the flight (because when I travel with my family, we always get to the airport at least two hours before the flight and yes, it was hella boring).

I spotted those three Indonesian girls from my college but I didn't get to greet them again as they happened to be in a different line. Shortly after, the passengers were shoved into the gate. I felt very ecstatic when I was about to enter the gate. I was thinking “Here's where the journey back home all by myself begins! I'm beyond excited! I can totally feel it!” I had always wanted to travel and encountered challenges along the way. Sometimes I felt like doing it alone since it would give me more chance to interact with strangers in case I need something, or just make friends with fellow seatmates.

t o b e c o n t i n u e d . . .

Friday, March 11, 2011

tumblr-ing



Hey hey!
Apparently my story-telling mode is still off.
My friend has finally stepped her foot to the world of blogging!!
Yeah she just launched her blog a week ago.

aymee's mumbles

Go and take a look!!

It's funny how I'm not a Tumblr person. I'm more into Blogger because it focuses more on writings rather than just a series of pictures. But then, my other friend decided to create a blog, which is in Tumblr. So far, I haven't seen any Tumblr sites posting a bunch of looong text.

After all maybe that's what Tumblr's all about. It's about reposting and reblogging pictures, but I never seem to understand why people are so into it.
I guess I need to learn more about this considerably new blogging site :3

Tonight

I've been in the exhaustion-bored-mood-swing state especially today.
I went to ISV. It was the last meeting so practically everyone that I recognize attended it. They greeted me. I greeted them, but I didn't feel as ecstatic as I was last week. My friend pointed it out. I guess she's right. I'm not myself today. Aunt Irma is definitely approaching pretty soon.

They happened to play this Big Bang latest song in the meeting. It's called Tonight and it's basically their comeback.

Without further ado, here's their MV, which looks effin awesome. Taeyang, G-Dragon, Daesung, Seungri, and T.O.P look unexceptionally flawless. Last time I saw Taeyang on "I need a Girl" and also G-Dragon and T.O.P's "High high high." It feels good to finally see them back as a group.


I don't consider myself much as a VIP. I'm more an ELF, Shawol, Sone, well, you name it. But VIP has never been in my list. I love Big Bang, but I don't crazy all over them. Even I think Haru Haru is a standard song for me. It sounds...okay.

But Tonight, their latest single, just flipped my mind upside down. I can't stop listening to it ever since I got back from the ISV meeting.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

I miss fall quarter.



ohhitherebitchieess.
Finallyyyy, a post with quality after so long. Yeah, nothing much happened to me these days. I've been feeling so-so and more to bored especially these days. Not having mood swing to be exact. I dunno, maybe because Aunt Irma is approaching? Possible.
Just a few days ago, on the 9th, most of international students at my college struggled to get their seats in their preferred class. Yeah, it's registration day y'all!!

Yes, today I registered for my spring quarter classes. Wew, winter quarter has been a hectic and crazy quarter so far, compared to Fall Quarter. I only (yes only) had 14 credits (the minimum credits to achieve is 12) on Fall. This quarter I have 18, then Spring I'm going to have 20. I'm soo going to drop one of them, or at least I wanted to.

Oh my God speaking of Fall Quarter, I miss it so darn much. It touches me everytime I see this:


and I can definitely list down the reasons why:

E N G L I S H W R I T I N G C L A S S
  1. Despite having a class that ended at 10pm (yeah, in the evening), I made many friends in English writing class. I miss them, really.

  2. Aside of the bunch of homework the professor gave, she was also a very nice lady and made an evening class not as stressful as I thought it'd be.

  3. I miss having a bite of snacks my friends had provided in the break time.

  4. I miss reading Call of the Wild by Jack London no matter I got really stressed reading it since I was not into animal literature.

  5. I miss having quizzes no matter I sometimes didn't do really well it them.

  6. I freaking miss watching a movie nearing the end of the quarter. Call of the Wild FTW!!!

  7. I miss my friend's "I spy on my panties" jokes while he actually meant to say "I spy on my patients."

  8. I miss getting a ride from my Vietnamese friend back home.

  9. I miss doing NINE FREAKING HOMEWORK that was to be turned in in every meeting. Duh. Like seriously.

  10. I miss the book "Write Stuff" even though I know there's nothing much we learn there.

  11. I miss that bonus question in every quiz that tested my knowledge about America

A L G E B R A C L A S S
  1. I don't honestly miss the professor. He's one of a sarcastic, not-so-friendly, scary guy with dry jokes that I believe everyone would hate. Even he gets a low rating as a professor. The way he speaks and gestures reminds me of that typical army commander and that antagonist on James Cameron's Avatar. Well, maybe he was enlisted in the army before, don't know how he could end up in my campus lol. But now, after enrolling in Stats presently, I started to miss my Algebra professor's teaching method.

    But frankly speaking, he's nice, it's just that he's not that expressive when it comes to well...expressions. His kindness is somehow implied, instead of visibly seen. He lectured slowly and everytime he finished introducing a new Math topic, he always gave the students several problems to solve using the method and formula he just introduced.

    Then he'd try to remember each students' names and called them out with his deep, eerie voice that sent chill (as if he summoned you to step on to the execution podium) to make sure if they could solve the problems.

    My friend and I kind of talked about him in the middle of stressing over stats homework we hardly understood and how the stats professor didn't conduct 2 way communication.

    Our stats professor is like a total opposite of my Algebra professor in terms of personality: he's nice, friendly, jokes a lot, talks about random stuff, brings cookies to class for a sample example, very expressive, smiles a lot unlike my Algebra professor. But when my stats professor lectures in the speed of light, he's like talking to the white board and those series of slide-shows all by himself. My friend came up with the conclusion that "Our stats teacher doesn't care if we understand or not, he keeps giving us 'chocolates, branded bags, car' without giving us 'love'." So yeah, I don't really understand everytime he lectures.

    But being taught by my stats professor felt like I was given a hundreds of boxes of chocolate, a Mercedes Benz car, a pile of branded bags by my parents, but they didn't give me love. It's the same as my stats professor. He gave the students handout to study, which sadly the handouts feature a problem and the answer, without giving the solution. Math is all about solution. You can't achieve answers without going through the solution. The stats professor also gave out practice exams, but then that's it. He didn't review anything before the exam.

    Guess my friend and I are a bit biased on our Algebra professor in the previous quarter. Maybe it's just that I have my own preference on math teacher. Maybe I'm stupid at math particularly at stats (which is ironic since stats is supposed to be my favorite Math subject. I achieved the highest score in stats back in high school. I was even more ecstatic on taking stats rather than Algebra). But my friend that also shared the same feeling with me towards the stats teacher, was hella smart. I can tell. Smarter, much smarter than me.

    It's undeniable that I really suck at Math and I need a teacher to kindly and patiently guide me going through the problem using a solution. Maybe for some people in my stats class, the professor is the best because they have strong and fast perception towards math. They are fast learners. While after the lecture, there's always this big question mark on my brain. I always need to self-teach myself and my friend, finding the answers by ourselves through our studies and research since the professor doesn't help much.

    Dude, I mean that's what a Math professor's supposed to do: conducting a practice for students to make sure they understand the topic! Math is not just about talking, lecturing, introducing the formula, doing the examples without giving the students the chance to do them, then just letting the students leave after class, leaving a big question mark in their brains.

    Like one time, my Algebra professor went over to my desk to hand me a Math exam and said "Carissa, good job." (see how he remembered my name, and not just my name but everyone's names in the class? I'm not kidding. Again, he called out my name which has the same tone as saying "Carissa, any last words?" Very much contradictory) with his signature yet scary frown on his face. The stats teacher seems to bother to remember students' names I guess.

    To conclude everything, my Algebra professor what an ideal math professor should be.
    My friend and I couldn't help but think why our stats professor got a much higher rating than our Algebra professor.

    I guess I could compare my Algebra professor to Kikujiro, the character from the movie of the same name. In the movie, Kikujiro is a bitter person, unfriendly, and rude, but deep down he's a very nice person and cares to the kid that he helps out.

    My friend and I really hoped that our Algebra professor taught Stats in the first place. That way we'd definitely take his class instead of our current Stats professor's.

    Screw Stats
    Praise Algebra

  2. Moving on, phiew, finally. I got 100 for the first time in my Math history for over 14 years. Finally. Finally. Finally. FINALLYYY!!

  3. I miss asking questions even though the Algebra might think of me as a dumb person for not knowing what an "Every Other Odd" number is.

  4. I miss selecting problems from the textbook as homework problems. What an un-stressful way to do homework, especially when you don't have to turn it in.

  5. I miss having quizzes every meeting. It really helped me boosting my score and develop my Algebraic skills

  6. I miss feeling NOT SLEEPY in math class. That's a very phenomenal yet scarce experience since I always yawn if exposed to numbers and math formulas.

  7. I miss feeling challenged to my classmates. I miss the feeling that I know I should beat my other classmates in terms of Algebra, since I have a bit Algebraic background back in high school so yeah, that really helped a lot.
G R A P H I C D E S I G N C L A S S
  1. Err...I have no specific impression about this class at all. The students are just silent. They are like captivated by their own computers without giving attention to other classmates, like the employees in Ministry of Truth in the novel 1984 by George Orwell. So basically my Indonesian friend and I are like the loudest in the classroom and probably the only ones that talk in the class.

    The picture below might explain everything.



    And yeah, we do take pictures in the classroom even though we know the professor was there. Aymee even took a picture of the professor candidly lol.







  2. Overall my grades in Graphic Design class are just fine.

  3. The professor doesn't leave me much impression, except the fact that he reminds me of a Santa Claus.

  4. The only thing that I love about this class is how the professor doesn't give us much projects. Only four projects in a quarter! And you can actually finish that project in a day if you want to. Well, or so I thought, because I'm talking about a short, simple project that a non-Adobe Photoshop-er can even finish within a day. So after you finish a day/meeting working on your project, you'll spend like four meetings ahead doing nothing but editing or making some new samples of your current project until a new project was introduced.

  5. I also miss going home half an hour after the class started, because after a short lecture by the professor, people literally just leave the class and prefers to do the projects at home.
H I P H O P C L A S S
  1. I miss my friends. They're mostly outgoing people. At first I was a bit afraid of them since they were kind of those street boys you see on TV, you know, wearing baggy jeans, messy look, piercings all over their body (not really though). But then they turned out to be really nice and didn't even bother help each other out when it comes to difficult choreography

  2. I miss especially the second choreography piece, using the song "Make Me" by Janet Jackson. Personally for me, the dance movement strongly resembles that of jazz movement. Apparently everyone else in the class seems to like the second piece so much. In fact at one time, everyone in the class was simply addicted to the dance that they were excited to dance it over and over again. Even when the instructor (not the professor) called it a day, we were all like "Again! Again!"

  3. I miss especially the finals. So awesome seeing everyone making up their choreography piece for the finals. One of my friends dared to perform belly dancing instead of normal hip hop which gained applause from everyone.

  4. I extremely don't miss my professor. That's out of the question. It's obvious that he picked favorites. Period
All in all, there's a reason on top of all my reasons that I classified by classes.I kind of feel fall quarter was like a temporary stay for me. Because before I even got to go to the US, my mom had booked me the ticket to return on December 10 (speaking of that, I haven't finished the Homecoming story). So it felt more like homestay or summer class where I was supposedly scheduled to go home by the end of the quarter.

Also, maybe because it was my first quarter, I still felt fresh and so ready for college life. I was still hella excited to embrace it. That's why for me, everything in Fall Quarter was like a new, exciting experience, like meeting new friends, curious what kind of friends I would get, where they came from you know.

Now can I just scream out loud?
I FREAKING MISS FALL QUARTER!!
I miss lacking of depression that I felt. It felt truly relaxing and enjoyable. Well, at some points I did feel a bit stressed especially on English (when it comes to dealing with 9 freaking homework to be turned in in every meeting). But other than that, everything's fine.

Yeah, Fall Quarter felt so short. You know what those people say: time flies when we enjoy ourselves.

Nice weekend guys.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

WOCHENENDE


Peopleeeeeee!
I'm totally done for this week!
It's been a freaking busy week for me
Final paper, art projects, long-period assignment, homework, all mostly due this week, but glad it's done.
*sigh deeply*
Basically I've nothing specific to discuss here. Just want to greet y'all since it's been AGES for me not to post. Where the heck have I been? I guess my statement earlier can explain everything? I've been doing good lately, aside of my stressing, brain-squashing college life. Everything else is fine.

I've made new friends recently, particularly boys. They're effin fun! Just in case you don't know, one of them - especially - is an avid gamer. He initially invited me, Aymee, and another boy to come over to his apartment and have this playstation session.



You know what's even better? He has Crash Team Racing (CTR). I was literally surprised when I figured out about that, because the fact is, Crash Team Racing is a popular game that dates back to the time when playstation 1 was a hype.

I reallyreallyreallyreallyreally miss this game so much! I still have my playstation 1 and the game as well back home. But you know what they say about old stuff: the longer it exists, it will gradually lose its ability. So yeah, my point is, my CTR game doesn't work anymore. But so far, among all racing games that I've played, CTR is the best one I've ever played, despite its appearance for being a kid's game much like Mario Kart. But this game totally beats every other more-realistic-looking car racing games.

You wouldn't imagine what it felt like being reunited to a game I haven't got to play for the past five years. It was a heavenly feeling. I couldn't even stop reassuring myself if it was a dream the first time I played this game after five years *exaggeration*. Well, at least you get the idea right?

Sooo many things I want to share here! But since I'm not on the story-telling mode on, I'm just going to give you a couple of pictures instead with brief explanations.





These pictures above were taken on the not-really-latest volunteer events, where we all worked together to reorganize the cans. Quite a tiring job but actually it was fun! The place was such a mess though, but it was so much fun if done together with friends.

The venue was in Milpitas, and since it took place near a landfill, you can imagine all the mess. But again, it was tons of fun! Especially after the event, we had lunch in a nearby noodle house.







And those three pictures up here were snapped from the very latest event. The venue was close to my campus so it didn't take a while to get there. Unlike the previous volunteer events - which are food-related - this event was kind of different. It wasn't food anymore that we were dealing with right there, but we dealt with autistic children.

I felt a bit touched seeing them in the first place, but seeing how they acted as if they were no different than us, like how they did things the way we are, cycling, working out, singing, and dancing, gave me a different impression towards them.

What else?
Uhm...
Oh anyway, I have something else to show you. It's not a really big thing but I'm quite proud of it. It's an art midterm assignment. Basically this nice professor told the students to create some sort of a storyboard of 6x4 boxes. Then we were to pick out two pieces of picture taken from the magazine by the professor. One picture for the first box and another one for the last. We had to make a connection between those pictures, no matter in a narrative storyboard or morphing style.

Here's how mine turned out. It took me 12 hours to work on it and even on the D-day, I still haven't finished the coloring and the finishing touch. The solution that came with it was that I had to skip a class before the art class in order to finish the project.

It was really worth it! I got positive reviews from my classmates and teacher, and even I got an A+! :3



What my storyboard really tells is really simple. Compared to other works my friends made, mine is far from creative. Basically, I just viewed it from camera's point of view, which rotates, zooms in, focuses, follows up, and constantly changes objects to follow. The last and first pictures are actual pictures taken from the magazine.

Anyway I actually have got some much more stories and pictures to share, but it's like 3 o'clock in the morning here and I'm having sleep deprivation, which is bad. I gotta get my butt on the bed and had my beauty *ahem* sleep. No, just kidding. I don't have much stuff to do today. It's Sunday for God's sake! Sunday is the only chance I can ever wake up late. lol. So glad I don't have much homework. Maybe I'll just have to do a bit previewing and reviewing before the finals *gulps, don't remind me*.

Winter quarter is coming to its end, and class registration for next quarter will be up by Wednesday. I'll have to struggle and get all the classes I want before the seats are full! Especially by the time the registration is open, I'll be in my dance class. I just wish the professor will give me and my friends permission to register for classes first.

Well, I've been talking too much, ey? Yet random?
I'm starting another documentary series on this blog, which is homecoming. The words a bit off the track from my daily ones, probably since I've been reading 1984 by George Orwell. A doubleplusgood novel, which means, really a great novel. So my style of writing becomes sliiiiightly altered. Good thing I haven't started writing in newspeak (the language used in the novel)

I hope you guys enjoy it. Wow, I AM talking too much, yes? I've got to stop here. Right here! Night peeps! Or should I say...morning!