Ayam Negeri: The same, only with desk jobs.
I have a question to the guy who discovered “Kopi Luwak”: In the name of all that is holy, what the hell were you thinking?
At the end of the day, it really does come down to this: Marry the one person you love having conversations with. The sex won’t be that great after you are sixty anyways.
When I first moved here, for a while I thought the majority of Indonesians were fluent and understood Arabic. Well, little did I know…
You know you’re Indonesian fashion designer if you have ever used the following words to name your seasonal collection: “Elegy”, “Rhapsody”, or “Sonata”.
Pembokatus Interruptus: When the maid walks in.
Real men don’t eat rujak. Or quiche, for that matter.
I hope that one day we will live in a world free of budayawans who listen to jazz, read Kahlil Gibran, and name their children in Sanskrit.
If thou must covet thy neighbor’s wife, a pair of binoculars and a comfortable spot on the genteng sure come in handy. Uh-huh.
I don’t care what they say, revenge brings comfort. If it doesn’t, it means you just didn’t pull it off properly. Either that, or you ain’t a Capricorn.
Never subscribe to someone else’s definition of happiness. You know what’s right for you, and it’s your own skin you have to live in.
When my mom was young, she said she would marry any man who could take her around the world several times. And that, she did. When she met my father, she was a high school English teacher and my dad delivered the newspaper to her house. Hey, if that ain’t foresight, I dunno what is. 🙂
Speak softly and carry a spring-loaded tactical baton.
If, out of the blue, a female friend who normally wouldn’t even give you the time of day suddenly contacts you, bet on one of two things: Either she just had a baby, or is expecting one.
You know you’re a “Bule With a Mission” if you cannot resist drawing parallels between shadow puppets, Javanese animist beliefs, and the political situation in Indonesia while boring dinner guests with pseudo-intellectual takes on current affairs.
I remember the first time me and my brother and sister tried eating rice with our hands. We looked like rejects out of “Quest for Fire”.
With a few notable exceptions, generally a person’s level of respect for me is inversely proportional to the length of our acquaintance.
If you are over the age of 30 and still have “ITB Fancy Night” stories to tell… well… I’m not even gonna *start* on that one…
In the end, life unfolds pretty much any which way it damn well pleases. Whether we like it or not.
Did you know that you can lead a cow to go upstairs, but it cannot go downstairs? Hey, that sounds like a cool idea for a prank…
We all die alone. Even if we have children, we all die alone. If you think they would join you, then you are seriously overestimating their love.
The internet can give someone a false sense of wisdom. And even worse, a soapbox to stand on. *cough cough*
Proof that George Lucas is Indonesian, #65: Dengar (the one-eyed bounty hunter), Toba (a Gungan warrior), Padawan (well it kinda sounds Indonesian, doesn’t it?).
“It’s all good.” There is something very peaceful about these three words. I wouldn’t mind having it engraved on my urn one day.