Thursday, April 15, 2010

NEW DOMAIN!!


www.thebigescapades.co.nr


No, I don't move this blog to any other host.
Just a new domain! But still on the same old Blogspot address!

So you can access my blog from either the Blogspot address or the new domain!
Though the new domain is much more recommended since it's easier for the access

Oh! My LORD


FOR THE LOVE OF GOD
I REALLY WANT TO HAVE THIS THING!!!!


Sorry for my sudden explosion. It's just that I was notified by some new pictures/previews from Boys in the City 3 on a Super Junior blog, and it features the gorgeous pictures of the SuJu boys!! Including the rarely-seen-calm Kangin with a horse, shirtless Donghae O_O, and also the magnae Kyuhyun!!

Anyway, do you have any idea what I've been talking about? Hehe, it's Boys in the City 3 I've been talking about, a photobook that features the photoshoots of Super Junior members. I mean, what ELFS don't want to own them? The book (or books, according to what I was lately informed) was so darn thick! Imagine having flicked through the colorful pages and you drool every second of gazing at the yummy boys. :)

The things are:
- First, the price is 500,000 IDR *looks at my wallet, cries* TT___TT Don't ask.
- Second, MY COUSIN IS LUCKY ENOUGH TO HAVE PRE-ORDERED IT TT_________TT *cries even louder*

The second thing is the reason why I quickly decided to make a post about it here

By the way, speaking of my cousin, she's also an ELF and she's the second one to introduce me into this whole world of Super Junior spazzing after my"mom"/predecessor Raysa at school.



It's hard to become a fan, really. There are so many temptations that we have to face, from the temptation to buy the irresistible merchandises (like the photobook I just talked about) to the high price due to the inavailability of stocks in Indonesia. Recently, I managed to purchase a Super Show 2 original CD, shipped directly from Korea via my cousin's lovely friend which cost more than 100,000 IDR. I think that's already VERY expensive, but for a fan, such a pricey stuff can be sooo precious. My mom can't even think why I'd spent such a lot of money for something she called worthless. (of course she said that, she doesn't even know who Suju is)

And now, I'm currently saving money for next year's Super Show 3. Still a long way to go, but rumor has it that the concert's ticket price is estimated to be MORE EXPENSIVE than Super Show 2's ticket in Malaysia, which was around 300,000 IDR the cheapest! Not trying to be mean or what, but for a huge, major concert consisting 13+2 members, 300,000 IDR is considerably not so expensive!

Alright alright, no more spazzing about Suju. It'll spend more energy and it's now like 10 pm. Phiew.

Lucky cousin. :)

Now, time for distraction!

I just watched a movie called An Education this afternoon, starring Carey Mulligan and Peter Sarsgaard. It's a good movie, with good moral at the end of the story. So the movie tells about a 16 year-old girl, Jenny, who stumbles upon a 30 something year-old man and is later smitten by him. Jenny finds herself torn between two worlds, where in one side she is actually still an innocent student herself who has the common ambition as what other teenagers have - which is to graduate and go to a dream university - while in the other side, his love interest - David - introduces her to the world of adults and glam.

The point is, the movie tries to tell you that education is worth more than anything else including glamour in life. The fact that the movie features a love between a teenage girl and a man who's much older than her kind of makes me uncomfortable. When it comes to love measured by age, I'm quite sensitive about it. Maybe because I'm a teenager myself and can't even imagine what it'll be like to fall in love with a man who's much older. Haha.

Also, I've been really curious about Hachiko. Many of my friends have tweeted about the movie and almost had the same comment "Aww, it's really sad! Freakin' sad! Poor dog! *snort*" Something like that.

So, after seeing the effect of Hachiko and how many people have become its "victims", I decided that tomorrow I'd buy the DVD. Frankly I'm not a fan of sad movies. I don't even think Titanic is sad even though many have shed tears seeing Jack dying over Rose. The saddest movie I've watched so far is only Bicentennial Man. No it's not only about love story, it's about a struggle of a robot trying to become a human, and along the way, he experiences a lot of events that gradually make him...well...a human. I love movies with good messages and morals at the end of the movie, that maybe somehow, they can relate to our real life.

I don't know about Hachiko and its after-effect. Some of my friends have informed me to prepare some tissues, but let's see. I'm not easily touched. Even when I watched Bicentennial Man, the highest effect it could get is, I couldn't sleep all night, thinking about the movie and every touching scene of it, but never ever reached the point where I cried.

If Hachiko succeeded making me cry, it'd be the first time ever a movie had made me do so.

So little doggy, let's show me what you can do today. Will you touch my feelings? hehe



Phiew, turns out to be a long post. :) Well, good night everyone.

*arrgh! still can't get the thought of boys in the city off my head!*
O_____O

Friday, April 9, 2010

MIRACLE

I AM POSTING THIS FROM MY BEDROOM

Suddenly I just got this wifi connection from nowhere, for as I know, I don't have any of it around or inside this house, and suddenly, just...suddenly (I'm using this word too much due to this unusual surprise in such late at night)...when I turned on the laptop to watch new videos I just downloaded, this blue little thing at the corner of the screen went...

*BLINK!*
Indicating the wifi is on and I was like

WTH!

I decided to check it out and indeed, there was a wifi connection.
The only place where I could get it is at school and I'm not at school right now
Without a doubt, I used this chance as efficient as possible.
I'm even watching Oh! My Lady drama, the one that stars Suju's Siwon (The English-subbed version uploaded by Viikii) online! Don't mind how long it buffers, but at least, I get to watch something in my room, with the laptop on, and with this lovely wifi connection that comes out of nowhere!
possibly or it must be activated at least by my neighbor... Thanks neighbor! I owe you! :)

Thursday, April 8, 2010

The Ballad of Meatball Soups, Ayam Penyet, and Four Singaporeans

Hey guys, this is an old post transferred and translated from my old blog, the one that was still hosted by Friendster Blogs. This event happened around three years ago, exactly on my vacation to Singapore on June 2007. Not too long ago, eh? Even some memorable moments are still stuck in my mind to this very second.

So, what I'm going to tell you here is one particular event that maybe, you will find it quite amusing or for me - specifically - hillarious. So it happened on one of my days in Singapore, exactly on dinner.

That early evening, me and my dad, left my aunt's apartment (where we stayed) for dinner. We decided to drop by for a bite to eat in a nearby outdoor foodcourt, that was located right next to the apartment. Anyway, you ask: where was my mom? Well, she had another plan apparently, shopping with my aunt who's her sister. Alright, back to the story. Once we arrived at the foodcourt, the place was incredibly crowded, hot, and sweaty people all around (you can't imagine how messy the situation was at that moment), despite the fact that it was raining. No wonder it was crowded, it was dinner time after all

We hardly found any available seats, but eventually, we found one. After my dad and I took our orders, which were Yong Tau Fu, we munched our meals quickly, before...those people came and the situation suddenly changed... (feel the aura?)

Those people turned out to be four Singaporeans, all of Chinese descents: 3 ladies in their forties, and a man who's about the same age. I assumed they must be siblings.
Lady 1: "May we share our seats with you?"

Dad: "Yes"
Later, the four adults took their orders and while waiting, they had a little chitchat with me and my dad. Not long after that, their orders arrived, which turned out they ordered meat ball soups. While eating on our meals, the adults asked about our origins and I said that we were Indonesians. And this was when the hillarity came...

Man:
"Ah, Indonesia! The food is very good eh? Very famous here in Singapore."

Dad: (nodded)

Lady 1: "Yes! Various food, very delicious."

Lady 2: "I know one of them. You know, Ayam...Penyet?"

Dad: "Oh right."

Lady 3: "I wonder why it is called Ayam Penyet. Sounds rather unique."

Lady 2: "Penyet means...'squeezed' right? So the food itself means 'Squeezed Chicken', doesn't it?"

Man: "Aha, I know I know." (while munching on his meatball) "Possibly the chicken is crossing the street and at that moment, a truck speeds up and runs over the chicken. Therefore it is squeezed, crushed, penyet. So that's how it finally becomes Squeezed Chicken or Ayam Penyet."

All ladies and the man: (silence, then...) "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" (endless laughter, that their meatballs they were eating were almost spit out)

Dad: "....." (still munching and showed a fake half-laughing-half-smiling, an attempt to support the silly joke)

Me: "....." (WTF)

Dad: *coughcough* (got choked)

Lady 2: "Aw, sir, sorry to make you laugh until you got choked." (un-apologetically)

Man: "Oh yes, seems like our joke is far too funny. See, you're laughing until you get yourself choked."

Me: "....." (still WTF)
Well, the thing is:
1. My dad WASN'T laughing AT ALL
2. The joke WASN'T funny AT ALL, instead, it was silly
Our day wasn't just ended with the joke, no, it wasn't done yet. There was something else that came up after that. Still, the four ladies and the man were still drown in their not-so-funny-squeezed-chicken-joke.
Lady 1: (taking a spoonful of the soup, apparently she hadn't eaten her meal. Suddenly she gasped, opening her mouth, revealing the meatball she was munching)

Lady 2: "What's wrong?"

Lady 1: "The soup...is...still hot..."

Lady 3: *laughing* "Don't worry, I'll handle it." (taking her glass of ice tea and spilt an ice cube INTO the bowl of hot meatball soup) "Try it, bet it's no longer hot."

Me and Dad: "......" (stopping munching our Yong Tau Fu, stared at that 'occurence' and took a second or two to realize what they did exactly. We could just stare at it in disgust)

Man and Lady 2: (laughing at the silliness of his sisters' doings and complimented how genius the idea was)

Lady 1: (Taking a spoonful ate the-now-ice-cube-from-ice-tea-glass-contaminated hot meatball soup) "Yeah, it's good already."
So, after witnessing the tragedy of 'the meatball soup contamination' (a bit hyperbole, yes), I immediately lost my appetite and so did my dad. We just couldn't stand the sight of a fresh, newly cooked, hot food being contaminated with something like, ice cube from an already-drunk ice tea. The idea of putting an ice cube to reduce the hotness of the soup might be quite a good idea, though I'm still against it. Somehow I still think it's never good to put something extremely cold as ice cube to the hot bowl of soup. This case I witnessed was even worse: the ice cube was taken from an already-sipped ice tea glass.

Can't imagine the taste of the then-yummy meatball soup with a little taste of ice tea.

Just yucky.

Anyway, my dad and I finished our meals up before the thought of the contaminated food reduced our appetites even more. If I hadn't finished the Yong Tau Fu up quickly, I would've thrown up. And if that happened, it would only make things worse.

So, that wrapped our evening up, meeting four unique yet silly Singaporeans with some wry jokes and unusual habits they displayed in the presence of strangers (me and dad). They...well, had no shame, I presumed, but I believe not all Singaporeans were like that. Really. They were just one in a million. They were...unique. I know Singaporeans are well-behaved people and surely have an etiquette in eating.


No ma'am, Ayam Penyet doesn't look like it's crushed or squeezed
It instead looks like a normal fried chicken. That's all :D

Monday, April 5, 2010

Did I hear bunnies and eggs?



May His resurrection becomes a new way of our life
God bless y'all :)

I hope you guys had a great time spent on your long weekend
I know that holiday is almost over, so no more time to say Happy Holiday
So I'm just going to say, have a great day.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

P.A.R.A.D.I.S.E

Excuse me for not telling where I'd gone these past few days. If you ask, yes, I went to Belitung for a short vacation, despite the upcoming tests next week. Sure you know where this is, since this place becomes widely known as the filming location of Laskar Pelangi (as in the movie, yes) also famous for its wildlife, nautical tourism sites, the beaches, the crystal clear blue sea, the white flour-smooth-like sands, and not to mention....THE FOOD.

No, I'm not going to blabber much about what I did here and there somethin' like that. Probably you won't be bothered to read that. Perhaps I'm going to post that later, but now, time for some pictures!!!

Speaking of pictures, lately I discovered my interest in photography. Still not into it just yet, but discovered it during the trip. I took all these pictures not using a SLR camera - that kind cameras used by people who think photography as a passion. Even as you can tell from the results, I used a digital camera, Canon to be exact, whose resolution and image quality are not as good as the SLR ones.

Anyway, enjoy these photographs! Hope they can enlighten your mood today.

Note:
Not all photos here were taken by me
some were taken by my dad who shared the same new interest as well.


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I'm standing tall


Blazing Fire


Slowly but sure...I'm crawling


Distracted


Footsteps on the sand


Coconuts


Sunrise at the Bay


Beyond the wild


Alone and lost


Hiding in Solitude


What's for breakfast?


Pink is my middle name


Cryptic message




I'm here waiting to grow up


Sahara Walk (Colored Version)


Sahara Walk (B/W Version)


I'm the Queen of the World!


Life at Sea


Red rocks


Is it autumn already?


Up in the air


Through the hole


Rosebud


Spring is coming


Heaven


Nectar


See you at the horizon


Twin junks


Footprints


Sneaking peek


Hold up the rock!


Where are the honey bees?


Pink and dotty


Mixing up the spices

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Stage Play



Heyyy...it's been a while!!! I miss blogging but life's been hectic (oh really?) especially these past few months. Well, I think that's what all 12 graders and 9 graders experienced, and we couldn't escape from those non-stop try outs and exams for months unless we all wanted to graduate.

Fact is...
WE ALL HAVE TO GRADUATE 100%

Anyway, national exams have just passed, much not to my relief because this month - April - the results will come out. I'm not thinking to be the best or getting a rank right now. I'm just thinking to graduate first. Good scores are a choice and we can hope to get them later once we know we pass or not. But for now, I know our hearts are pounding anxiously waiting for April 20 (if I'm not mistaken).

Oookay, yesterday I was doing a stage play along with fellows of XII Bahasa called "Hallo Nama Saya Haeena" (Hello, My Name is Haeena) for Literature Practical Test. It was actually my second time doing a stage play after having done the previous one which took a place a year ago. But I love this play better than last year's, due to last year's play was adapted from the 1950's screenplay. You can imagine all the formal dialogues and old catchphrases.

I played two different roles who obviously have similar traits, so I didn't need to change the costume. Turned out the teacher loved the play and said that I had the best costume (yipee!) It was a mini play anyway and only three people watched it. My literature teacher and Bahasa teacher (to give the score), and the anthropology teacher to record the play in handycam.

This is the post-performance picture of me and Anna. I wish the All Cast photo was uploaded, but for now, this is the only picture I can show you:


Monday, March 1, 2010

The Worst Driver Ever

Just thinking to write this after seeing a status posted by a friend of mine, mentioning something about her driving. Well, I come to think about my experience in driving.

I've got my driving license already on December, despite my lack of experience in driving. Due to that statement, my friends assumed that I got it illegally (in Indonesia, there's a term called "SIM nembak", or a driving license achieved illegally by getting the license instead immediately without going through any tests). Yet I'm still not allowed to drive by myself even if in a distance as close as PIM to my house. My sense of awareness and distance are still lacking, obviously...

About the test, yes, I did go through a test. Not many. Just one, and that's a theory one that talks about "What would you do if a car passes next to yours..." that kind of thing. But I didn't go through any driving tests, because (this is gonna you how smart I am *cheekily*). I signed up for the whole test through a driving school that I used to learn driving. Perhaps the test's staff believes that the students won't make any mistakes in driving since they've already passed their driving lesson. So they gave us a go. I was quite surprised myself after discovering that there would be no driving tests, since driving tests are somehow the most feared test in the whole. People feared they wouldn't pass it for not being able to drive the car climbing up a small slope.

Anyway, I'm the worst driver yet. One time I drove by myself. Like I mentioned before, I lacked of ability to control the distance of the car and the nearest object of it. So I drove and suddenly heard a 'thud' on the rearview mirror.

Guess what...

I just hit someone with the rearview mirror.

If you were me, possibly you would get off the car and apologize to the person, or the person would scream at you, curse at you, yelling "fuck you", and...maybe demanded you to get off the car if you resisted. Or maybe if I did that outside the country, I'd get a middle finger instead.

But instead, I did something that you'd say. "You shouldn't have done that. That's not appropriate.". What I did was opening up the car window, looked at the person who I just hit behind me, with the tires still rolling, and said.

"SORRY."

You say, a simple sorry wouldn't be enough, right?

At least I did apologize (ok, I'm being an asshole right now)

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

take me away to this week last year



NOW THEY REMAIN ONLY LIKE PIECES OF FILM
WAITING TO BE PLAYED IN MY MIND


I can't believe it's been a year already (and the fact that I still haven't finished the story posted here). This time last year, I was wandering around like a girl who seemed to have ditched school (not seemed, but obviously she did ditch school).

This time last year, I must have been on my way to Universal Studios or maybe I must have already on the bus that took me to Walmart.

Okay, okay, I'm a person that lives in the past too much. Time to move on, Car. There will still be exams by tomorrow. Fill your mind up with knowledge not some memories that have passed *talkingtomyself*.

Anyway, you ask, where have you been Carrie? It's been a while since you haven't blogged. Yes, it has. The thing is, I've been busy with real life, some freaking exams that have been bombarding continuously and non-stop since last week, without any break at all. Even, have I told you this? That last Friday, on February 19, my school was flooded, so deep that the water came out pouring to the classrooms in the first floor.

Due to that condition, the freshmen (they were supposed to have classes that day, while the eleventh graders stayed at home due to the twelfth graders' exams. So the freshmen and eleventh graders change their turns for having classes day by day) were told to be absent (oh how I miss those moments of receiving the heavenly text message that made my heart sing, saying "School's shut down, no classes today."), while the twelfth graders were relocated to a church nearby.

Okay, I'm blabbering now. Um, have to get back to my studies. Geez, I really wish that all these tortures that come continuously will somehow come to a stop. In German, there's a popular phrase often said at school. "ICH HABE GENUG", which in English means, "I'M SICK ALREADY".

^_^

To close this meaningless post, I have one more goodie...



I've been photoshopping a lot these days!!!

Monday, February 8, 2010

Inconvenient Truths Around Us

Compiled by Carissa
seen through the eyes of the writer, heard through the ears of the writer

1. It's hard for girls to keep secrets.

Gossiping has always been girls' nature, no matter they swear not to do it or just not really into it. Face it girls, our gossiping level is much higher than guys' gossiping level, which implies that only a few guys like to do it. Say, if a friend of yours tells you a secret - let's say it's a HUGE thing, something extraordinary like she tells you that she is not straight; as in orientation, or her parent may have affairs - you'll definitely go. "Keep it a secret, okay? Just between you and me." Then you'll say. "Your secret is safe with me." But no, the truth is NO; well, unless you have some sort of an urge or determination that you will not ruin your best friend's reputation by spilling out the secret, or maybe...you're just different. That's all.

But without any exception, sooner or later, you'll feel uneasy for keeping such a HUGE secret, something not normal that a friend of yours have and you're the only one who knows about it. It's a nature too for someone not to spill something that has been kept for a long time and especially it's getting to make you feel uncomfortable for keeping something big and that if you spill it out, it's going to be a blast and yet makes a great effect to everyone, your community, and even to the owner of the secret her/himself.

Remember the story "King Midas"? When the king's barber discovers that the king obviously owns a pair of donkey's ears? The king tells him not to tell anyone, but the barber eventually feels uneasy for keeping such a huge secret. Therefore he decides to scream the truth out loud to a hole he digs because he can no longer keep it on his own, and really needs to speak it out. However, his words echo throughout the grass and the secret is later revealed.

If a friend asks you to keep a secret, no matter how huge it is and how bad you really want to speak it out, consider it more as a challenge, for keeping a secret will also judge how you're capable in keeping your mental strong.

Confession: with all of the fact that girls tend to find it hard to keep a huge secret, it also concludes that girls are the best informants ever, considering their or our ability to spread news so quickly and has various networks. So if you accidentally spill a secret of your friend's out to another friend, and you tell her not to tell anyone, it's not going to work. You'll wake up tomorrow to find that the news you've told your friend not to tell anyone, has already been the best topic talked around the grounds.

2. Most Indonesians are not proud of their country

It's common for people to be proud of their country for sure. In an international gathering, whether it's a formal conference that unites people from different countries to a casual chat on internet forums, people will usually be asked about the country they're from. Some of them will not even hesitate to tell good things about the country, or even brag about them. They will usually use this opportunity to draw people's interest about the particular country they come from, some sort of promoting kind of activity. Or in another case, some people will be excited if they're asked to tell some information about the country they come from. They will go blabber about the good things; from nice places of interest, to friendly people, delicious cuisine, or high quality shopping goodies.

But it's different for Indonesians. Our country was once known for having such high nationalism owned by all citizens way back when. We used to be proud of our country! What else can't be bragged about? We got some nice diving sites, thick and dense rainforests, endangered species, isolated white sandy beaches, diverse community...and those are not enough to explain about Indonesia. If you trace back from the history, Indonesia is the only country in Asia which struggles for independence without the help of other countries, because the colonialists refuse to give us freedom back then. Finally in '45, our country gained independence, all by ourselves (let's give our high credits to the honored heroes).



Now, the situation is different. Time changes so fast, as well as the spirit of nationalism that begins to fade. Let's cut this short; I've met and heard so many people, if asked "Do you love Indonesia? Or are you proud of it?" They'll answer is just a simple: "November Oscar".

You ask. "Why? But I've heard so many great things about your country?" they'll answer. "What can we brag about? Oh yes, there's one: our country has possibly the cheekiest, smartest, most cunning people ever existed in this world. You call them corruptors and they even succeed to make our country reaching to the top 10 of the highest corruptions in the world. See? That's one big thing about our country right?"

But that ain't a good thing.

Then, you decide to ask another question aside from the corruption. "And I heard Indonesia has some good natural sites, like rainforests and sandy beach, volcanoes, and lakes." They'll say. "Yes, but they cut the trees off, possibly intending to turn the forests into a desert.

They also start to pluck some corals and kill the underwater ecosystem for their own business. The places of interests, such as for tourism purposes, like museums, they're not well treated. I've seen so many museums out of this country which has been maintained so well by the government, that they never lose visitors...

"Those museums out of Indonesia are extremely clean, updated, cutting-edge, with some technology touch. No wonder citizens in this country always refuse to go to the museum, because their appeal is not interesting enough. The government - I assume - don't really have the urge to attract more people into going to museums. All they do is just putting archaeological and historical items in rows and let them grow worn, dusty, and as if it's not a museum, but a place to sell antiques. I mean, they are items which have existed for hundreds or more years and keep valuable records about important events in the past, not some cheap antiques!!"

"A few more things," they'll continue. "You may say that Indonesians are friendly. Yes, they are, they really are. It's a fact, but let's say, if you're an Indonesian and one day you're lining up to get a scrambled egg for breakfast in an international hotel, and there's a foreigner lining up behind you, let's compare who gets the better service and hospitality by the cook. I've experienced that and the cook indeterminedly made the scrambled egg for me, and it tasted sour too. While a friend of mine disguised as a Thai, requesting for an egg in English. The cook assumed she must be a foreigner and hurriedly - and with a smile too - made a nicely, sweet, salty scrambled egg for her."

Then they'll go blabbering about some other bad stuffs of your country: the traffic jam, the pollution, how the public transportations are not well-maintained (which is obviously the reason why most Indonesians prefer to go by private vehicles or at least, cabs).

After listening to their long explanation, all the bad stuffs about Indonesia, you'll drop your jaw at once. Lastly, they'll conclude that. "Those are the reasons why Indonesia is STILL a developed country, with high level of poverty and some other poor things that should be taken care of."

Well, now from my point of view: I myself have a friend who's exactly like this. But believe me, 'they' doesn't refer to him. One day I ask her where he intends to continue his education to and he says that he wants to go to the X country, because it's a very nice, cutting-edge country...well, all the opposites of our country. Whether he intends to return to Indonesia, he refuses, saying that he'd rather be an immigrant and lives there instead of living an Indonesian.

That's a little too harsh , isn't it?

In my opinion, I'm actually deeply concerned about the current issues Indonesia is facing. There are lots of them, ranging from social (povertypovertypovertypoverty....), politics (the stupid, never-ending Bank Century issue), culture (the claim of our traditional values and culture by another country, and we just do nothing but protest, instead of preserving them for the future), and education (face it, despite the existence of international schools and the whole renewed, up to date curriculum, the education still has unfortunately poor curriculum system, and the worst is, there are fairly less free schools opened for the low class children).

Nuff said? Fine, I'll shut up here.

3. The most annoying question ever. "What rank do you get at school?"

Really, all adults expect all children they meet to be smart. This is a very stereotypical mindset. When you go to a gathering with your parents and you meet some fellow adults (friends of your parents), this question will always come up. Once or twice, that's fine, but if you keep getting that kind of question, trust me, it will begin to irritate you sooner or later.

Ranks always symbolize cleverness, like a badge pinned to one's shirt. Without the badge, the person is nothing. It really determines your position. Same thing as ranks. If you don't get a rank but you're smart, you're STILL nothing for the adults. Rank is still the most valuable thing a child ever has according to the adults (seen from the point of view of a child), your dignity. One thing they don't know: not all smart people can always get the 'badges'.

4. Parents stalk their children through Networking Sites.

You'll find this as one of five top reasons of why parents start to open up accounts on networking sites. Yes, they do want to experience what the younger generations are crazy about. Curiosity. That's the key. Soon parents will begin to find the advantage of using networking sites; which is to find old friends and greet them through cyber world.

But then, they'll find another advantage too. Parents, no matter what, are protective towards their kids and always, ALWAYS curious about what their kids are up to. So it won't be much a surprise if you find your mother suddenly calling you from her office, demanding to tell her who you just added to your friend's list a few minutes ago, just because your mom doesn't recognize the person you just added your friend's list.



In conclusion, networking site is NOT (again, I emphasize NOT) a safe place to chat with your friends about how annoying your parents are. They're watching over, somewhere...out there...

Anyway, let's take a look at the bright side. It's always parents' instinct to be protective towards their children and know what exactly they're up too. This may sound annoying to us all, but remember the cases of two different girls managing to meet the strangers they met on a social network and ended up being raped? Those actions (the whole conversation and interaction with the strangers) were taken without the knowledge of their parents!

So if one day your mom calls you immediately only to ask who you just added to your friends' list, it's all done for your sake and safety *hugegrin*

5. English is no longer a "SAFE" language

Face it, English has been an international language since like, years ago. And it's not a surprise anymore if you go to a foreign place outside your country, then you get lost, and the only communication you can use is by speaking English. English has been one of the most important subjects at school and has been taught since we were like...6. Okay, if your kindergarten didn't teach you English, your parents will probably send you out to join an English course or foundation just to increase your English skills.

But now, you think that only high society are able to speak and understand English, that other kind of societies aren't given knowledge in speaking English. Usually, if you want to talk about someone in his/her presence, without being discovered, English is your way of communicating. You just have to talk normally with a friend of yours right next to you, but both of you talk about the person you're currently spotting at.

For example, say you're on a bus and a man sitting right across you have a weird beard that you can't hold for not telling it to your friend sitting next to you. The safest way is to talk to a friend of yours using English, thus, the man won't know what you're talking about (despite you're talking about his funny beird). Or if you're in the classroom, in the middle of Bahasa Indonesia lesson. The teacher is being annoying, and you just can't help to curse her, but in English. Thus, she won't know that the high tone you're using is actually a curse directed to her.

That was yesterday. But today, English is NO longer a "SAFE" language, considering free English education starts to spread in the town, teaching students ranging from street urchins to beggars. That's a good thing actually! Because English is a language of globalization, that proves one's intelligence. Even teachers at school (no matter English teachers or not) start to be given English lessons. So, start not to talk about your teacher or anyone else sitting across you or even the bus conductor in English, they might now.

P.S: Not just English, but it seems, Japanese will follow English as the second "no longer safe" language to write and talk about. So if you're writing a memo to a friend in an English class, using Japanese hiragana, and your teacher catches your act and says. "Wow, you learn Japanese TOO?" Please pay attention that "TOO" here is a dangerous keyword, that indicates if that if you learn it TOO, it means, the teacher refers that she can also...understand Japanese.

The next thing you know, you're so dead and you'll be sent to the principal's office for writing in foreign language about your teacher - the foreign language which the teacher understands. Language is a key of communication, and you must be careful in using it, especially in this case.

6. Good things always come to an end

Theoretically, if you're just getting used to something or someone, you'll lose it immediately. So don't get all used to something, because once you're getting used to it so quickly, you'll lose it sooner or later.

7. When you tell people about your dislikes, they'll bring them up just to irritate and make fun of you.

Really, you see this on TV very lately. There is this variety show where the host invites a celebrity to do some challenges. When it comes to a challenge which features something that the celebrity hates, or worst - her phobia, say like she's afraid of spiders (arachnophobia) - the host cheekily manages to scare her by swinging the spider towards her. Phobia IS a serious thing. Don't try to mess up with it, even though some people don't take phobia seriously. They think it's only a common thing that is disliked and scared by some particular people.

Then you see the celebrity jumps out immediately upon seeing the host runs after her, swinging the spider at her. The celebrity makes a hysterical response, jumping up and down, hiding here and there. At a glance, it may seem funny but really, it's a serious thing. The celebrity isn't acting when it comes to such serious things like phobia.

Another example, you see some balloons hanging near you. Your friend picks a balloon up but she doesn't know you're scared of them (some phobias may sound ridiculous). Then you tell her that you don't like balloons because hey freak you out. Knowing your weakness, your friend starts to think that it may be funny to see you freaked out. Then, she starts to swing the balloons right at you.