Oh my, I can't believe this thing only reached the net now (it's from 2004). Anyway, was reading the Intelligent Singaporean when I saw this:

(Warning: this is a bloody long post)

Alright, half a moon ago, I went to Bali on a working holiday. My sister, the centre of gravity in the family (cos she’s the prime earner of this social unit) decided that she’s gonna celebrate the ending of her semester at SMU, where she’s taking a suicidal two-year Masters of Science in Accounting course.
Of course, a minor difficulty was that I had three papers to hand on the week I’m supposed to go to Bali, and had a History research paper due two days after I came back from that island. The result is being forced to work in the airport, on the flight, and in the hotel at night.

my workstation in the hotel: right beside the sink. And no, this is not loserish

Still, Bali (meaning ‘offering’ or ‘come back’ in local language) is a pretty nice place. Bowing down to the usual practice of using Singapore as a size of measurement, Bali is roughly eight little dots on the map.

placed here as a tribute to Lonely Planet
The people had ‘modernized’, however, and no longer goes around topless *ignores deafening chorus of groans*. Unfortunately (or fortunately for my history paper) we could only visit that island for 4 days 3 nights, and only had time for visiting the southeastern portions of the place (i.e., the more touristy places).
We stayed at Taman Ayu Cottages, Kerobokan, Kuta.

This being a budget trip (total fee for 4 people, including the mandatory climax at the DFS liquor store, amounts to less than $2,500, despite unrestrained spending), we stayed at their cheapest room.

Taman Ayu Cottages’ cheapest room

This being Bali, you only go for five types of tours: spa, beach-and-surfing, cultural, hunting-for-natives-in-local-grab, or some mix thereof. As this trip was planned by my sister, we went for a cultural thingy, and spent only two hours browsing in Kuta, the major bom- er, shopping district. Shopperholic Synonymous members should enjoy that district though; it’s quite small, but apparently some of the stores there sell some unique and classy stuff, with the only problem being that they target ang mos rather than Asians, but this means well-grown people should have a nice time there.

Kuta beach. It’s bloody crowded, though

Another thing: Bali’s tour guides are an inextinguishable source of local information. They’ll spam information (in a good way), especially about Balinese culture, telling you much more than you can be reasonably be expected to remember or want to know, unless you’re a history student specializing in Southeast Asia.

These guides are bloody polyglots. For example, my first-day guide (pictured above, with funny head thingy) was a near-sixty granddad. At that age, he just mastered Chinese as a spoken language less than half a year ago (according to him, at least) and speaks Balinese, English, French, German, Russian and Japanese to various other groups of people we met. Bloody hell. Of course, Differential Opportunities theory applies here as well, and some of the other guides’ command of spoken English… well, just say that if PROSE members are there, they will suffer repeated multiple strokes.

Anyway, the first thing you’ll notice in Bali, right after the sometimes flooded, usually narrow and always atmospheric roads, is the preponderance of rice fields.

Some of these fields have been cultivated for centuries, if the guides are to be trusted, and they lend a relaxed, tranquil ambiance to the air. Irrigation channels run everywhere. Apparently, the conditions are good enough that the Balinese are able to harvest up to three times a year. That seems to be a pretty high yield. The state government is too selling land with ownership up to 30 or 40 years, so those who likes to feel nostalgic (i.e. lie to themselves) about old, outmoded, edenic rural communities, you probably have a prime candidate for relocation…

Generally, the people of Bali marketed their culture and way of life for tourism. This means, for the inquisitive tourist, good things and bad things. The bad thing (among others) is, obviously, a commodified culture naturally means an additional variable to the original culture itself, and selling culture is different from just culture itself. When people interested in studying culture gets there, what you get is a modified, different culture rather than a less tempered product. This adds an additional interpretative layer to the object of study, and may well irk purists (no, I am NOT going into the Carr-Elton debate here).
The good thing is that there are no completely fabricated tourist traps here; there’s no need to construct those, as Bali had a pretty rich tradition to draw from. You get to peek into the everyday lives of the locals. There’s dozens of temple festivals, and their religion, a kind of Balinese Hinduism that emphasizes the worship of the three highest Hindu deities, Brahma (often represented by yellow or red), Vishnu (represented by white) and Shiva (by black). They wrapped checkered cloths on holy trees and around statues found on bridges, roundabouts, house entrances, etc, as to represent ‘holiness’.

Religion is inherent in their lives. Every day, before businesses open up, their owners will perform some ritual in front the shrines in front of every Hindu store.

They even put flowers from such rituals in the tour conversion van, although I suspect this may merely be an attempt to impress the tourists on the cultural internalization of the average Balinese. Culture is an important selling point of Bali, after all.

We stumbled upon some festival (I forgotten exactly which of their untold myriad of festivals) and saw these decorations on their streets:


On a related side note, this religio-cultural relationship spiraled into an intriguing focus, which decent, wholesome people like me believe is best represented by pictures:

Many know the great name of Sigmund Freud, but few knows the Austrian’s works were inspired by what he saw in Bali. And yes, the picture on the bottom right shows a man holding a huge knife staring maliciously at a woody.

Their architecture style is similar to the Buddhist kingdoms in Southeast Asia.

However, the symbolism behind the very similar style is different, at least, according to my sister, who is the familial expert on non-violent aspects of classical Southeast Asian history (she corrected our tourguide on a couple of occasions. Beware). For example, the number of levels in a roof has different meanings for the Balinese.
Roofs with two levels are dedicated to appease malign spirits, while those with odd numbers are for good spirits, ancestors or gods.

on the extreme left, for appeasing malign spirits

for worshipping ancestors

Anyway, the length of this post is getting way out of hand, and I’m just gonna throw many architectural pics at you.

Some typical Balinese house pics


Note that even a normal-class Balinese home has a courtyard just for religious ceremonies

We, as is mandatory for tours these days, visited the Bali’s cultural-tourist-industrial complex. Bali’s tour guides are an integral component of this complex, since they will bring you to all the traditional batik, wood-craving, oil painting, silversmithing trades, in the hopes that you’ll buy something from there. To give them their due, these handicrafts are certainly impressive, both in quality and in price.

Bloody beautiful, but the cheapest hankerchief-sized batik cost Rp 250,000. That’s S$ 40 minimum. Hell and Damnation


Other traditional stuff. The key here is to offer a third of the prize listed on the price tag. You may actually get that price.

Okay, this is really getting ridiculously long, so, to summarize, we visited a recently rediscovered 7th Century cave,

the Elephant Cave

saw the omnipresent phallic symbols inside it,

representing Shiva, Vishnu and Brahma

and met a genuine wise man paying a visit there

No tricksies! All Hail the Wise Man!

We went to some spice plantations,


and went to an active volcano which had scored a few thousand kills. The restaurant there isn’t anything special though, and its entrance is plagued with a bunch of endearing but pro-active and persevering hawkers.


We too visited a centuries-old temple, destroyed by another volcanic eruption in 1963 and restored (a.k.a. rebuilt) later on. Pretty big, but no Angkor Wat.



Finally, we visited an ancient Balinese court of justice.

the waiting room,


and the court itself

Just one last bit: for the wine lovers, the Balinese red wine tasted like the Vietnamese red wine Junming gave me: you need to mix it with ice water to dilute it in order to make it drinkable. Only drink it if you’re open-minded like Leon Trotsky. Their white wine tasted like hard liquor, with 40% alcohol. They ask you to squeeze lime in it, so that it will at least have a hint of lime. You can somewhat duplicate it back home by mixing really bad whiskey with lime juice. Of course, this comes with the corollary: don’t try this at home.
Lastly, a final piece, I promise. If you visit Bali and stay in Kerobokan, Kuta in Bali, take a taxi to this excellent bar called Tu’u Bar. It will cost about S$30 per person, but the food and the service there is bloody astonishing. It’s probably the best food I’ve eaten since Ding Tai Feng in Taipei.

Anyway, enjoy the pictures. Bali is somewhat worth it for screwing up a Chinese history research essay, and that’s really saying something.

it’s corkscrewed, actually. that’s probably even worse than normal screwing

Okay, finally signing off on. Cya buggers.

Some of you may be wondering about the lack of material being spammed on this blog for a long, long time. For months on end, emptiness has filled this blog, giving the impression that nothing is being generated.

This is not true.

Dring all this time, nothing is being collected. You see, nothing, while meaning an avsence of anything, and in theory defines the concept of, well, nothing, is still nonetheless a concept. It is there. You can feel it. How else do you acknowledge its existence? Nothing, thus, is something.

There is good empirical proof that nothing exists.
Look inside your heads, everyone.

Undoctored view inside your head.
See?
Nothing.

Anyway, the whole point was that the nothingness was intentional. Honest. Nothing was being collected, after all. In all honesty (which I possess in spades, honest) I have been studying nothing for the past months. Hence, nothing has been done in this blog.

So you ask, what great secrets had you, exactly, managed to divulge by studying nothing? Well, it's a pretty long paper, and since I'm planning to use it for my thesis I can't really publish it on a blog, but I guess I can drop and few quotes here and there....

*ahem*
From the introduction:
"However, nothing as a phenomenon must in necessity have roots stemming from root factors, such as causation, and an examination of such roots can possibly reveal the linkages that underline the occurence of the said phenomenon."

From the philosophical mumblings:
"...and thus, nihlism is not a form of nothing, for reasons other than it involves a process where transition occurs. To summarize this succinctly and analogically, nihilism is similar to ( ). It is nothing. Such recognition, obviously, could only be made possible by the existence of something, or anything, else it would be everything. The brackets give the spaces within it meaning. Stretching a certain dead German's conceptualizations, nothing would not be categorical, but instead, hypothetical."

From the part about literature:
"It is possibly the conception that is the greatest narrativve, poetry and drama at the same time. One must similarly keep in mind the inquiry into pure-nothingness, the sense of emptiness and the emotions of pain swelling in the background, while understanding that such a construction is structurally flawless. Themes of death, love, despair, hope and the imagery of the struggle of the common man is all beautifully crafted into this masterpiece."

From the section on theology:
"It is written that 'the earth was formless and empty' (Y. Elohim, 1). From this, one can infer that gazing into emptiness, or nothing, is like seeing God. And this is without all those millions that George Smoot had to spend."

Hmm. I really shouldn't write anymore, you know. But rest assured that this would indeed make use of multidisciplinary approaches in order to learn more about nothing.

Okay, okay. Back to topic. I will just like to say that all good things must necessarily come to an end (this is not the post to debate that statement), and the beautiful, consumptive nothingness will be interrupted, at least, for a little while.

Cya.

Labels: excuses

So what's it with the return of robin hood and his men in tights?
EVERYONE in this country is wearing tights (the girls tt is).. though it would be quite fun to see guys in tights ;)


ok. I must say some of them look nice.. but the thing with trends is that when everyone starts wearing them, there is no more novelty in the trend...
and then, we just see replicas all over..


It's like father Abraham's children..
Some are short, some are tall, some are fat, some are skinny....
but they all just look about the same...

My MOM has tights.



disclaimer: the person in that pic is not me and pic is credited to the person in that picture..

yes, we know that we abandoned this site for quite some time. Sorry about that. we are all huffing term papers or playing dead. Anyway, to compensate, we bring you the lastest two South Park episodes, Go God Go part II and Go God Go XII.

Enjoy.

Go God Go part II

Go God Go XII

and this special episode is pretty neat...
The Tonight Show's Jay Leno visit South Park


Now, for those of you worrying about this being illegal and all, read this at the official South Park website. Matt and Trey doesn't mind, mkay.

This little gem was from one of my friends that got drunk on the returning bus from Berkelah sometime in June. He swore to forego drinking for a year after merlioning a few times, and happily broke his oath after a month or so. Now, he sent me this very enlightening piece of wisdom (as an excuse?) which i must share with all of you...

Drinking is not that bad!

"Sometimes when I reflect back on all the wine I drink I feel ashamed.
Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the vineyards and all of their hopes and dreams If I didn't drink this wine, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. Then I say to myself, "It is better that I drink this wine and let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry about my liver."
~ Jack Handy

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"I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day. "
~Frank Sinatra

WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may create the illusion that you are tougher, smarter, faster and better looking than most people.

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"When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading."
~ Henny Youngman

WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may lead you to think people are laughing WITH you.

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"24 hours in a day, 24 beers in a case. Coincidence? I think not."
~ Stephen Wright

WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may cause you to think you can sing.

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"When we drink, we get drunk. When we get drunk, we fall asleep. When we fall asleep, we commit no sin. When we commit no sin, we go to heaven. So, let's all get drunk and go to heaven!"
~ Brian O'Rourke

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"Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy."
~ Benjamin Franklin

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"Without question, the greatest invention in the history of mankind is beer. Oh, I grant you that the wheel was also a fine invention, but the wheel does not go nearly as well with pizza."
~ Dave Barry

WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell your friends over and over again that you love them.

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"To some it's a six-pack, to me it's a Support Group. Salvation in a can!"
~ Dave Howell

WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may make you think you can logically converse with members of the opposite sex without spitting.

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And saving the best for last, as explained by Cliff Clavin, of Cheers. One afternoon at Cheers, Cliff Clavin was explaining the Buffalo Theory to his buddy Norm. Here's how it went:

"Well ya see, Norm, it's like this... A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine.

That's why you always feel smarter after a few beers."

In A.D. 2006
Forest fires were beginning (again).
Singaporean: What happen?
Thai: Somebody set up us the smog.
Malaysian: We get signal.
Singaporean: What!
Malaysian: TV screen turn on.
Singaporean: It's you!!
Indonesian Farmer: How are you gentlemen!!
Indonesian Farmer: All our haze are belong to you.
Indonesian Farmer: You are on the way to lots of coughing.
Singaporean: What you say!!
Indoniesian Farmer: You have no chance to not get sick. Make your doctor appointment.
Indonesian Farmer: Ha ha ha ha!!!!

howdies from a protogeek who discovers running noses warp minds.
For Great Justice!