A Funny Story (^_^) 第四章,再次 (Chapter Four, Again)

我开始学习中文。我几年前开始,但我没有通过第四章。我开始一章一,认真研究,第四章。然后我停止,因为我觉得无聊。一两个月后,我开始学习中文了,但我觉得我忘记了我已经学到,所以我从第一章开始了。到时候我到第四章,我感到厌烦了。这种模式重复一遍又一遍。 5年之后,我没有通过第4。史诗失败。
这一次不一样!我将通过第四章!
我只知道吴语拼音,我将集中于中文写作这个时候。请祝我好运!我希望你能理解我的中文。
再见
Dì sì zhāng, zàicì.
Wǒ kāishǐ xuéxí zhōngwén. Wǒ jǐ nián qián kāishǐ, dàn wǒ méiyǒu tōngguò dì sì zhāng. Wǒ kāishǐ yīzhāng yī, rènzhēn yánjiū, dì sì zhāng. Ránhòu wǒ tíngzhǐ, yīnwèi wǒ jué dé wúliáo. Yī liǎng gè yuè hòu, wǒ kāishǐ xuéxí zhōngwén le, dàn wǒ juéde wǒ wàngjì le wǒ yǐjīng xué dào, suǒyǐ wǒ cóng dì yīzhāng kāishǐ le. Dào shíhou wǒ dào dì sì zhāng, wǒ gǎndào yànfán le. Zhè zhǒng móshì chóngfù yībiàn yòu yībiàn. 5 Nián zhīhòu, wǒ méiyǒu tōngguò dì 4. Shǐshī shībài.
Zhè yīcì bù yīyàng! Wǒ jiāng tōngguò dì sì zhāng!
Wǒ zhǐ zhīdào wúyǔ pīnyīn, wǒ jiāng jízhōng yú zhōngwén xiězuò zhège shíhou. Qǐng zhù wǒ hǎo yùn! Wǒ xīwàng nǐ néng lǐjiě wǒ de zhōngwén.
Zàijiàn
(In simple English as I cannot translate to complex Chinese ha ha ha)
“I study beginning Chinese. I began years ago, but I have not passed chapter four. I began with chapter one, and diligently study to chapter four. I then stop because I feel bored. One or two months later I begin to study Chinese again, but I feel I forget what I already learned, so I begin from Chapter one again. By the time I reach Chapter four, I am bored again. This pattern repeats over and over. After 5 years, I have not passed Chapter four. Epic fail.
This time is different! I will pass chapter 4!
I only know “hanyu pinyin” (Chinese written phonically with English letters), and I will focus on Chinese writing this time. Please wish me luck! I hope you can understand my Chinese.
See you later”
– Dedicated to my old buddy Qin (thanks for trying to teach me! ha ha ha)
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Sent from my iPhone
Beyond Exposures, Sama Sama Life, & Starbucks Cares
Going Beyond Exposures:
After months of procrastination, I’ve finally gotten back to my Information Technology roots, and completed my Professional Photography website: Beyond Exposures
The site is fully functional, complete with working galleries and donation collection capabilities.
Please take a look and tell me (tactfully) what you think of the site. I feel it is a great v1.0 (version 1). The next release version will have even more features and enhancements, including an Online store, archive, and digital light table for photo collections individuals can create for themselves.
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Life is Sama Sama:
My daily life is still the same. I’m holding out for a job that is photography related. But, I may be teaching English online! I’ve found some opportunities that are quite interesting, and lucrative as well. Anyway, we’ll see how things go. I’ve met some interesting people lately, as well as built my personal/professional network quite a bit. I’m trying to arrange some meeting with some key individuals for photography work.
Starbucks Cares:
I had the most unusual phone call this week. I thought it was a potential client calling, but it was one of the ladies who work at Starbucks!
*~ In case you forgot, Starbucks is my second home ~*
- Lady: “Rodney! How are you? Have you been ill? We thought maybe you went back to America!”
- Rodney: “Uh, hi! May I know who this is?”
- Lady: “This is Amanda! I work at Starbucks! Remember me?”
- Rodney: *~thinking: how on earth did she get my number?~* “Hiii, Amanda! I’m not sick, and I’m still in Jakarta. I’m just poor at the moment, as I’m still job hunting. hehehe”
- Amanda: “Hey, we always give you free Mocha Frappuccinos and cookies anyway! But I’m glad you are well. Take care, and come in soon!”
- Rodney: “Thanks! Take care!”
Ever since I fixed Amanda’s iPod, all of the ladies at Starbucks treat me to unlimited mocha frappuccinos and oatmeal raisin cookies! They often join me to just chit chat if I am there alone, and they seem to just like to talk. In all honesty, they are very sweet people. But, I’m still baffled how Amanda got my mobile phone’s number!
Anyway, take a look at the pro website. Let me know what u think.
Cheers!
Rodney’s Life Forcast: Sunny with Scattered Clouds…
OK, I know! It’s shameful I’ve not updated my blog recently. It’s just been a hectic time in my life! But I know I should still update on a regular basis. Ok, I promise to update from now on at least once per week! For now, I will hide my face in shame *~ cry ~*

1) My teaching contract has come to an end. I’ll miss the staff and students at the school, but I am pretty good friends with some of them, and we already SMS, chat and hang out (you guys know who you are).
2) I’m currently looking for work in Jakarta. I’m still undecided what to do: teach again, go back into Information Technology, or pursue photography full time. Of course, photography would be the first choice, but freelance work is very hard to obtain. We’ll see how that goes. I’m casting a big net, to see what I can catch.
3) After hunting for two weeks, I found a kost (rented room) in Menteng: a very nice and safe area in Jakarta. Menteng is known for being quite exclusive and expensive. The houses in this area are amazing, even by USA standards (although my house is not that impressive; it’s only on a street with impressive houses). The house I’m living in is owned by a woman who owns and sells antiques. Her inventory is simply incredible. The owner actually lives in the house (bigger and nicer) across the street from the one I live in. her downstairs is like walking through a museum.
Speaking of antiques, I live only a 5 minute walk from the famous Jalan Surabaya (famous for their huge selection of antiques). I can say I like this house I’m in very much. Maybe I’ll post photos of the rooms (ha! no way, but I will share to friends via email). ![]()
My next plan? I’m flying to Vietnam and Cambodia! My dear friend Janet is helping my photographic efforts with a special Donation: Free stay in Vietnam with her for maybe a week before we travel together to Cambodia to see Angkor Wat Temple, then I return back to Indonesia as a tourist. Thanks a bunch, Janet. It has been way too long since we last met up. I’m hoping she will say “OMG, You’ve lost weight!” (Hint to Janet).
Question to any Indonesians: how does one gain agents or sponsorship for their art or galleries??? I’m having the hardest time with this. Additionally, if there is anyone needing photography for their projects let me know.
I had to send my laptop battery to Apple to get a new one. I felt it was losing its charge too fast. It turned out I was correct. Since buying my sexy MacBook in May 2007, Apple upgraded the batteries with newer, stronger ones! So, I got a free battery as I was still under warranty (well, not free, as I still paid the 100k Rupiah delivery fee kyaa!).
That’s all for now: I was asked to submit portfolios to a family of Indonesian magazines. I’m writing emails now. I’m also submitting my formal CV to two companies, in hopes to catch an IT position as a technical project manager (my background is 18yrs of experience in the IT field). Additionally, I’m submitting articles and portfolios to another magazine. I think they will like my work. While creating the portfolios, I came across photos I’ve shot that I had totally forgotten. Amazing. I’ll post some next time.
Exploring The Underground World of Sex Workers…
I’ve been doing a lot of research lately for current and future photographic projects. I’ve been reading many research papers and Millennium Development Goals (MDG) documents relative to Indonesia from the UN, WHO, USAid, and several NGOs. Two particular MDG that caught my attention are related to HIV-AIDS and Gender Inequality/Women Empowerment in Indonesia.
While the supporting research and documents went into great detail about the current status of these initiatives, work being done to combat them, and future goals, I noticed very little was mentioned about how the two topics share some common denominators and even fuel each other. Because of this, I’ve begun a new project that focuses on women sex workers.
This post is to give you a taste of what I’ve discovered and learnt to date during this on-going project. As with all my photographic projects mentioned on this site, this blog post’s text and photographs are a mere sub-set of the written article and photographs for this project (e.g., last post had 7 photos, but that particular photo essay has 25 photos in total). The text below, while quite long, is not quite 40% of the total document! I didn’t want to bore you with research citations, footnotes and bibliographies.
Defining The Project’s Parameters:
After weeks of deliberation, I narrowed my project to focus on five key areas: the women’s induction into sex work, motivations for staying, physical and mental health status, general profile of the typical client, and future outlook.
I picked a specific group of sex workers located just outside of Jakarta in the Tangerang Municipality to interview and photograph. Other groups in different areas will also be interviewed in the future. I managed to get permission from the women’s managers through health support group who supplies free condoms and health examinations to the sex workers. I had full access to the buildings, the women, as well as the support from “Mama and Papa” (the managers of the women).
Technical Difficulties:
Let me say one thing before I begin giving you details: This was the hardest photographic effort of my life! I had to shoot in near total darkness, with no flash and no tripod. I had to walk very quickly, yet quietly, past rooms with clients being serviced, and get photographs without being caught. I had to find a way to get sharp photographs while people moved at normal rates of speed, while being forced to use insanely slow shutter speeds.
Additionally, I need to mention the men and women in these particular photos knew they were being photographed. The photographs are real-life simulations of the actual events that take place over and over again each night in exact detail of how things happen: from condom use, to groping by the men. The men and the women gave their permission to be photographed, with the exception of the actual client who’s back was turned to me while he was asleep in the photo.
The Location:
Getting to the area was a challenge in itself. The physical location is on a long, thin cape of land not much wider than 25 meters, but easily more than 10 kilometers in length. One side of the cape has a beautiful scene of fishermen. The other side of the cape has a scene view of the water and small islands with airplanes taking off and landing at the airport in the distant background. The cool wind is constantly blowing. There are no mosquitoes!
The bumpy, dirt road is in extremely poor condition and is only wide enough for one car. A number of times, one car had to pull into the grass and mud so another car could pass. Deep grooves are carved in the mud road from the many motorcycles that travel up and down it.

The Cafe Faridah
Along the long stretch of thin land are dozens of rectangle-shaped buildings (about 25 meters long and 15 meters wide) built over the water. The floors and beams are made of Indonesian bamboo, which is said to be the strongest bamboo in the world. The buildings are bisected length-wise. The half next to the land is the dimly lit café area where drinking, dancing, women selection, and negotiations for sexual services take place. The other half of the building is 10 to 15 rooms (that are not quite 2.5 square-meters in size) where the women sleep and service clients. Each of these buildings has 10 to 15 women living there. Each building has a Mama and Papa who watches over the women.
On the end of most of the buildings are warungs (small convenience stores) that sold food, snacks and other things such as hand lotion and cigarettes. Across the road from the buildings are several street vendors cooking hot food, as the cafes only offer drinks.
While the women and managers knew my plans, the clients of course did not, and certainly would have objected to being photographed. I arrived at the location early morning, when the women were just waking up and preparing for the day. I was able to survey the building. I asked the women to sit on the far end of the bed when with the clients, so the client’s backs would be to the door (and thus not easily see me). I was allowed in the tiny cashier office of the café so I could shoot photographs through a 12 square-inch opening used to hand out beer and exchange money. When walking past rooms with women servicing clients, I had to be extra light-footed because the bamboo floors would creek under my weight with each step.
How Business Is Conducted:
Due to the remote location of the cafes, men come either by ojek (motorcycle taxi) or by a mini-van supplied by the café managers. The cost is a flat Rp. 100,000 (US $10) where 15,000 pay for the room . The remaining 85,000 are paid to the sex worker.

Iis dances to the fast beat while others relax before work.
At night, stretch of land is saturated with loud, fast rhythm music. The girls stand outside laughing and dancing, calling out to the men as they drive past in hopes to get him to stop at their particular cafe . As men are transported down the long stretch of cafes, he picks one to stop at based on personal interest (maybe he likes a particular girl at one café, or he picks the café based on how lively it is).

Worker and client in price negotiations
Once at the café, he negotiates with the girls or a manager before entering. If a deal is struck, he enters, gets a drink at the cashier window, and has a great time drinking, flirting and dancing. This is the time the client chooses which girl he’d like to be with. Drinks are not included in that Rp 100,000 price.

Yeni Being Man-handled by Client
Once he and the girl agree to be together (the workers can decline the man if they wish to) they enter the back rooms where he is serviced. The girls do try to get men to use condoms, often successfully, but some men just do not like them. After sexual activity, the men either leave the café, return to the dance hall for more drinks, or just fall asleep on the bed. The workers go to wash their genitals and reapply makeup if needed before returning to the dance hall. If the man wants to stay with the girl all night, the cost becomes Rp. 200,000. Upon leaving the building the client settles his entire bill at the cashier window before departing.

Client Sleeping After Being Serviced
Focus Areas 1 and 2: Induction Into Sex Work and Motivations for Staying
Induction into sex work varied from trickery by management to a conscious choice based on immediate financial need, to even revenge against men. Physical harm is not an issue for the women.
Yeni, age 24, was told she was being sent to work in a restaurant, only to learn the café’s true nature after arriving. She initially felt compelled to stay due to the threat of character assassination, as well as the original need to earn money to help support her family, and sold her virginity to an unknown client. One would initially think Yeni is a very happy, upbeat woman, but the more she talked about her situation, the sadder she became with tears welling in her eyes. She simply hopes to meet a good man and get married so she may leave.

Yeni and Client
Rina, age 30, has been at the café by choice for 2 years. This is her second time working at the cafe. She entered a marriage at age 18 to a man who eventually shared and sold her to his friends. After years of abuse, she left him. Rina then came to the café to work for about a year before leaving to enter an informal marriage as a second wife/concubine. Her second husband also abused and cheated on her. After giving birth to a son, she contracted HIV from her husband. Rina returned the café to earn money to send home to help support her family. She has a dream to one-day work as a beautician or stylist at a salon.
I asked Rina would she be allowed to leave if she one day decided to try work at a salon. She said the women could come and go as they please–e.g., for shopping or visiting back to their home village–as long as they let Mama or Papa know in advance their intentions and time they will return. When I asked about condom use, since she has HIV, Rina smiled and said sometimes the clients use them, sometimes not. Most of the women interviewed said a lot of the clients do not fully understand how to use condoms, and the women must explain and demonstrate its use.
I later learnt that Rina plays judge and jury with her clients. If she feels the client is a “good man”, she encourages him to use the condom. If she feels he is a “bad man” then she encourages him not to use a condom, in hopes of infecting him with HIV-AIDS. She blames her first husband for her circumstances, saying if it not for him, she’d not be a low woman used for sex. Revenge, vindictiveness, and a low opinion of clients in general are driving factors for Rina remaining at the café in addition to the need to earn money for her family.

Elin Waiting In Her Room
Elin is 24 years old. She is married and has one child. Her husband is fully aware she is a sex worker, and fully supports her choice. She was not tricked or forced into sex work. It simply is the fastest way to earn the most money to send home and build a savings. She has definite plans to work for a specific time before leaving to start a business of her own (the nature of the business was not mentioned). She has a very “business” attitude about her situation. I asked Elin how often she sees her family. She sees them on regular intervals, but for only very short visits. Longer visits are hard on her child, who would beg her to stay home.
While all of the women interviewed had various origins, introductions to sex work, and motivations for staying, one thing is clear. The ability to earn large amounts of cash in a very small time frame is the key reason for remaining in this line of work. I should mention drug addiction has often been sited as a means for managers to control women, but this is not the case for this particular group.
Focus Area 3: Physical and Mental Health
Disclaimer: I’m not a doctor (MD or PhD). I’ve only studied Psychology in university from General Psychology to advanced Abnormal Psychology (the first two classes of General Psychology being required, the other five classes in Abnormal Psychology taken as electives and simply because I loved the topics). I almost double majored in Psychology (my first major was Computer Science) since I had completed the majority of the core requirements for the degree. I still read Psychology papers and journals, purely out of interest. With this being said, I speak only from a well informed, albeit non-PhD, opinion of Psychology. My statements regarding physical health are based on confirmed physical issues told to me by the women and the local heath officials who provide free routine physical checkups and HIV-AIDS tests.
The physical health of this particular group of women is fairly good. Some of them, such as Rina, have tested positive for HIV. Women interviewed have mentioned the need and use of oils as lubrication to prevent vaginal irritation and soreness, as they sometimes must service clients when they are “not in the mood.” Each woman services one to three clients each night, seven days a week. If a woman does not feel like working on a particular day, she is allowed to stay in her room, or work in the café area entertaining the clients. When menstruating, they work only in the café area, keeping the clients company while they drink, and dancing.
Some of the women suffer from poor self-concept and self-esteem. Self-concept is the cognitive/thinking aspect of how a person views herself. Self-esteem is the affective/emotional aspect about how a person feels about herself due to self-concept. Depression is also prevalent, as women must suppress their emotions feelings in order to wear a mask of happiness and excitement in front of the clients. Other examples of mental health issues are as severe as schizophrenia.
A few of the women suffer from obvious issues of sexual promiscuity, despite cultural influence (i.e., they enjoy being sexually promiscuous despite coming from a culture dictates it is a negative social behavior) and truly like what they do for a living. They are aware of the dangers and social opinion of sex work. They see it purely as a job to earn large amounts of money quickly with little effort, and are no different than being a singer or actress or other performer.
Focus Area 4: General Profile of the Typical Client:
The clients vary from unmarried 20-somethings to married older men who travel well over 2 hours to the café’s remote location to avoid being recognized. Fortunately, the clients who frequent the café are not violent. In fact, most of the women stated their clients are very caring. Violence is extremely rare, as managers keep a close eye on everything that is happening, and intervene when a client is too drunk. Drunken clients sometimes do become verbally abusive, using rude language and slang for what they want when the women service them.
Just after servicing one client, Elin came to me to describe the experience. Typically, services last only about 30 minutes. Her particular client did not want her to open her bra, stating he only wanted “the bottom area.” While being polite, he rejected the use of a condom, stating they feel strange. After being serviced, he paid her an extra Rp. 150,000 (US $15) as a tip for good service.
Another worker, Iis, came to me after her client, a regular visitor who is very rich but married, to describe her experience and history with this particular client. She’s known him for 4 months. He visits her at the café on regular intervals, but they’ve never had sex. He has erectile dysfunction. Despite being very pretty, and using every trick she could think of (from manual stimulation, to performing a strip tease, to oral sex, and even trying to arouse him with multiple girls) he just cannot get aroused. They end up talking in her room during his visit. He is very generous by giving her Rp. 400,000 each visit, as well as sending her cell phone Rp. 50,000 credit. When she wants to return to her village, she contacts him via SMS and he comes to bring her money for her trip home or gifts for her to take home.
When asked if clients sometimes develop infatuation or crushes on the workers, the girls laugh that it does happen at times, and it is great as it means the men will return soon, or give them extra money in addition to the Rp. 100,000 fee.
Focus Area 5: Future Outlook
The women all are very smart. Their key motivation is always to earn large sums of money in a relatively short time by what they feel is an effortless way, despite the mental and physical dangers. All of the workers have talked of their dreams to leave and lead conventional lifestyles.
Rehabilitation centers, which provide counseling and job training, are available to the women. They are all aware it is free to them if they choose to leave the café. Most of them stated they are interested in entering such rehab programs, but I am sad to say I personally feel such rehabilitation cannot be successful in its present form.
Why do I say this negative thing about a positive facility? I say it simply because money, in large sums and quick access to it, is their motivation. Most of the girls have little to no education (despite being very ‘street smart’). The types of jobs they could be trained for will not pay the same amount of money they currently earn to send home to their families. Furthermore, they receive large sums of money on an almost daily basis, while a conventional job would only pay them once a month. So, given the fact they would earn less, and receive that smaller pay less often leads me to think rehabilitation, in its current form, is not a viable solution, unless the women, and their families back in their villages, are willing to accept less pay in exchange for honorable work. That’s the trap, at least for this group of women: addiction to, and reliance on, the large sums of money.
I strongly feel the only women who will fully benefit from the rehab centers will be the ones without family depending heavily on them for financial support, thus freeing them from the immediate need to earn large sums of money.
I will soon tour the rehabilitation centers. I will find out if I am right or wrong. I’m hoping I’m wrong.
Special Thanks:
I just wanted to give a quick thanks to my friends who helped me to gain access to the areas and workers, as well as acted as translators for me during the interviews. I should also thank Mama, who was very hospitable and tried to spoil me with many foods like roasted peanuts and donuts. Her adorable daughter kept supplying me with free grape soda! The health workers teased me by saying the daughter (maybe 12 years old?) likes me as she kept following me around, standing close by to watch what notes I wrote in my Pocket PC and smiling at me after inspecting my photos in my Canon’s viewfinder. When Mama and the family wanted a photo with me, the 12 year old wiggled her way under my arm. Hahaha!

“Mama” and her daughters
Last, and certainly not least, I want to thank the workers, who were very friendly and open to any questions I had. I was allowed to photograph them getting ready for work and even bathing (but I’m a gentleman and declined). They seemed very interested in my motivations for being there. After talking to many of the girls, they were asking my friends “Does he like one of us? Which of us does he like best?” *~ Kyaaa! ~*

My Current Status:
My teaching contract will soon come to an end in mid-April. I’m debating to continue to teach English at another school in Jakarta (a long, sad story behind this) or to pursue Humanist, Cultural and Special Interest photography full time–meaning I’d need to find a source of income to pursue photo projects. I’m still pondering over the variables. So far most of my photographic work has been given freely to organizations, as the work help them to help others. I feel like Harry Potter sitting under the “Sorting Hat”
Sorting Hat: “Difficult, very difficult… Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either, and a thirst to prove yourself, but where to place you…”
I’ll soon implement my donations button. Hopefully some kind souls will help me to help others in need through my reportage, photojournalism and photographic work.
Bahasa Indonesia Lesson for Today:
Tolong: Help
Saya: I/Me
Ex: Tolong Saya! (Help me!)
Take Care!
Demo Gods and Runaway Freight Trains…
Ok, I’m typing fast: don’t cringe at my typos, bad grammar or composition (you should be used to these by now hahaha). I am dead tired, and I am fighting a cold (so far it’s a 50/50 battle).
These last few days have been VERY BUSY. Reviewing photos, reworking photos, resizing photos, new sharpening routines for optimal results for various visual media. I also bought anew low-tech tech toy: a Mini DVI to VGA cable that allows my hyper-sexy MacBook to use a 2nd visual graphics device like a 2nd monitor.
I’ve been VERY BUSY because my photographic career has been gathering more and more momentum. If my photographic career has energy, that energy is changing from potential to kinetic energy!
Even more, my photographic work is turning into a perpetual energy machine; fueling itself with the energy needed to continue. My Photographic work and efforts have taken on the exponentially increasing momentum of a runaway freight train! I feel like an engineer trying to keep my train on the tracks, despite the twists and turns.
*~ And So Far I Am Successfully Keeping My Train On Track! ~*
Today I gave a presentation to the Indonesian Government. Running a slide show to display photographs using an InFocus projector, I turned into what Bill Gates (of Microsoft, of course!) calls “The Demo God:” a person who knows his product, and the needs of his client so well, failure is impossible.
For days, I narrowed thousands of photos down to a very select body of work, specific to their project needs. The presentation went *~ extremely ~* well. The directors seemed highly impressed, and (even better) seemed to like every photo presented to them for their use. Not only are they going to purchase far more photos than I had thought, they asked for additional photos for a separate project as well!
*~ AND THEY ACCEPTED MY PRICE! Hmmm, maybe I should have asked for more? ~*
Now now, do not bother to ask my price. I tailored the price based on a number of factors: rarity of the photos (as no other photographer has them, that I am aware of) the time and effort to obtain the photographs (going to Kalimantan, to remote areas of the island, including to Dayak tribes), the fact the photos are being used for books, brochures, government reports and web, etc., etc. Anyway, I can say this: I should more than double my salary for Jan 2008 (based on my teacher’s salary), even more depending on how many other photos they want from the next set (see below).
The director also inquired about a possible exhibition… (more to come about this later…)
Anyway, I’m alive and well. I need to thank my friend, KiKi, for helping me narrow down the selection to a razor sharp group. We spent days editing and reworking the photos.
*~ Hmmm, maybe I should pay her an assistant’s fee? NO WAY! Silly me! (j/k) ~*
Time to get back to work. I must finish another batch of photos (showing samples of housing in poor areas). I tried to finish this batch today at StarBucks, but some files were on the backup drive, so I was forced to wait to be home. fun fun fun
*~ YES I do backups of EVERY digital asset! ~*
Bahasa Indonesia Lesson for Today: none. too busy to learn more *~ cry ~*
Take care, and wish me further luck. So far 2008 is starting off good.
*~ Rodney ~*
Exodus
No no no, I’m not leaving Indonesia just yet. I’m just leaving Starbucks to teach a new class of 11 year olds (fun fun fun). Since it seems most of my time today is with kids, I thought to post a kid photo: another edition for my project of people who found ways to be content with life despite living in truly sad poverty.
No Bahasa Indonesia Lesson today because my battery is down to 2% on my MacBook! Bye!

“Exodus”
Jakarta, Indonesia (just 10 minutes from my home)
Peddling from the depths of her kampung, the girl faithfully follows a
path. She may not know what waits around the next corner, but she
knows very well the sad poverty she is leaving behind. Curiosity, a
tricycle and determination are all she needs to escape. Even in such a
depressing environment hope and happiness are just a short ride away.
Water Water Everywhere…
“Water Water Everywhere, but not a drop to drink… ”
I think that is how the poem goes. It’s Ramadan, the fasting month. Every food place is almost empty! I love starbucks at this time. So many seats for me to choose from!
*~ Ahhhh ~*
But it must be so hard for the workers at places like Starbucks. Going all day without food is not nearly as hard as going without water (Muslims cannot eat OR DRINK until 6:00 PM). It must be frustrating to make all those ice cold, yummy mocha frappucinos, hand-shaken ice tea lemonades (which I am debating to get before I leave) and sinfully tasty cappuccinos! But my Muslim friends tell me they are used to it.
Yesterday I was able to go shooting in some kampung areas, to continue one of two photo reportage projects. It was a lot of fun, and pretty successful. Here’s one of the photos from yesterday.

“Organized Chaos”
Jakarta, Indonesia
Many small businesses within kampungs (neighborhood villages) are ran in wooden shacks converted into rudimentary kiosks. Every nook and cranny of precious space is utilized to the fullest. In many cases there is literally no room for chairs, so workers must squat while working.
My work schedule totally sucks this week! I am not sure what the managers were snorting when they created my schedule. They created one schedule, that I felt was quite nice. They published it, and had the courier deliver it to my house. Nice. THEN the next day G-man called me and said he as to alter it, as it has too few hours.
*~ What?! Why did he give me a sched to just take it back??? ~*
He created the schedule! He did not see his own handiwork? GRRRRRR
*~ Keeping my Leo-side on a tight chain ~*
BUT I Have been reading “The Secret.” To stay in tuned with the Universe, I will just be grateful for this !@#$ schedule.
*~ I know: I still have some work to do on being ‘grateful’ ~*
To the Universe: OK, I am happy, fit and healthy. I am grateful I am able to handle such a schedule. I am glad I have work that allows me to be in the place I wish to be to pursue that which I wish to pursue.
*~ Happy now, Universe? ~*
Ok. Bahasa Indonesia Lesson for Today:
Depan: Front (the front side of something)
Lagi: Again or More
Depan Lagi: Front Again (or the next “front” of whatever is being talked about).
Example: You are in a taxi. You are at one building, and want the next building. You would tell the driver “depan lagi” and he will go to the front of the next building….
*~ makes sense? ~*
Take care!
Wingless Cherubs
More and more I am finding the desolate and poor in Jakarta are actually very “rich” in the most fundamental and important ways. These people work VERY hard labor, but due to extremely low pay, they are forced to live in extremely humble places.
So, to show happiness is not about material possessions, I am doing a project capturing the smiles and laughter in the middle of rampant poverty.
*~ I am also thinking: “How to survive my little f_ckers tomorrow???” ~*
Anyway, here is today’s photo (Japanese haiku poem is by me, of cos…another hobby of mine). *~ Smile ~*

A Wingless Cherub,
Bright smiles outshine poverty,
Sweet deliverance.
I should mention, you can see larger sized version of these photos at:
www.pbase.com/thewizardrod/i_witness_indonesia
I am happy to say I have holiday time soon, Thank God! I need it! I’m also happy because my friend from Singapore will visit me!
*~ Sponge Bob Squarepants singing: Happy Happy Joy Joy! ~*
Take care! Oh….one more thing…………
Bahasa Indonesia Lesson for Today
Macet: Traffic Jam (more and more of these lately since toll road fees increased!)
The Great Escape!
My lastest photo (“At Work, At Play”) describes my current status. These last few weeks have been quite busy. I’ve new corporate classes and a new highflyers (little kids) class. While many teachers had very light schedules, and even holiday time, I was busting my butt!

The corporate class is going well. The highflyers class, made up of six 8yr old girls and four 8yr old boys is nuts. I was shocked to see this class on my “corporate/business classes-only” schedule! GRRR.
I talked to Shirley, the kids’ previous teacher. I saw there were more girls than boys, and I was happy. Girls tend to be more orderly and quiet. Shirley nearly choked on her coke: “They’re evil, Rodney! The girls are FAR worse than the boys! They constantly fight and climb the chairs and kick!” *~kyaaa~*
OK, when I first walked into class, the kids immediately stopped screaming, staring at me in awe, for maybe 10 seconds before starting to fight again.
A-girl, who is the most brave kid I’ve ever seen, proceeded to kick Samuel Adams square in the balls!
Samuel Adams fell to the ground like a small sack of potatoes cupping and holding his balls like Golem held that ring in “Lord of the Rings”
*~ Oh, my preciousssss, She kickssess youuu Oh, my precioussssss ~*
I, being the adult, said “no kicking in the balls unless ‘Simon Says!’” They all laugh.
Ok, by end of the 1 hour, 20 minute class, my tie clip was ripped off, and stepped on, my USB flash drive was pick-pockeded, the girls were playing “sit on the boys” and the boys were saying “Misterrrrrrrrr”
I needed a drink, bad! I got an A&W rootbeer! (and it was not even cold! Kyaaaa!)
I let the class leave 10min early. I just could not take much more. I promised the little f_ckers stickers if they spared my life.
*~ Lets get this straight: They’re my f_ckers. If you call them f_ckers, I’ll smack you up! ~*
The second class with them was better. I used flash cards for foods found in grocery stores. I also found a fun game/video online (our school has internet access and 19in screens mounted in all rooms).
*~ I should tell you: A-Girl knows the teachers’ secret login password to the network ~*
Rodney: (thinking to himself) what’s that damn password, before they eat me!
A-Girl: “Let me! I know it!”A-Girl squeezes in front of me, using her butt to get more room.
*~ WTF is she doing!? ~*
*~ CAPS lock: type type type type. CAPS lock off: type type type type type type type ~*
*~ OMG….she DID KNOW IT *shudders* ~*
I had them doing my “lion” and “tummy” dance. I even taught them to “dumb dance” (dancing as nutty as you can, but you must keep a serious face while acting a fool).
After dumb dancing we actually did some English learning, then more fun. A-girl, who seems to really like head-butting me like a goat, and likes to give me hugs at the end of class, said “i want a ride!” So I gave all the kids a Superman ride. (basically, they climb on my back. and i hold their arms and run around…they flop around like Superman’s cape hahahaha).
That was my week. I’ll give you the nicknames of all the little f_ckers next time.
Today the teachers, and entire office staff, was to go to Puncak for the weekend. I am/was going but not wanted to. But my friend said “I cancelled my trip” so I said “i will too! ” and I am now freeeeeeee. I just do not like coworker gatherings… Ahh, freedom.
Bahasa Indonesia Lesson for Today:
Anak Bandel: Brat (a.k.a. little f_cker)
Take Care!
Cinderella-Fella
When I woke up this morning I sat on the side of my bed in the same pose Bill Murray used in “Lost In Translation” (one of my all-time favorite movies).
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I felt so tired. I thought “what am I doing here? Am I still properly focused on my goal?” BUT it is Friday at least and I only have one class to teach today: an 8 AM to 9:30 AM class! I will be FREEEEEEEEEEE for the entire weekend after 9:30 AM! Additionally, the CBN tech will come to my location to see why my internet connection is so slow (now that is service)!
*~ Doing the Happy Snoopy Dance ~*
I started typing this blog at 9:05 AM. You may be wondering “How come he is free to begin this blog during the 8 AM to 9:30 AM class?” Well the answer is easy.
Grrr! Something was lost in translation between this location’s HR dept and the school’s scheduling dept! I could have stayed home and slept! Grrr!
This happens, from time to time, at corporate client locations: meetings and travel occurs, and they forget to cancel the English classes. BUT only my class was vacant. The other two English classes were full! Were my students scared by my Buckwheat hair? Did I use too much cologne (no comments on this from you, Janet!)?
Ok, I’m leaving!
Bahasa Indonesia Lesson for Today:
Anak: Child
Tiri: Step
Anak Tiri: Step Child
I feel like step child today. *~ LOL ~*
After months of procrastination, I’ve finally gotten back to my Information Technology roots, and completed my Professional Photography website: