Random Non Sequiturs

Proof that George Lucas is Indonesian, #23: Count Dooku (Sith Lord/fruit), Jawas (hooded scavengers on Tatooine/the most passive-aggressive of Indonesians), Han Solo (Harrison Ford/many slow-moving Jawa people reside here).

If your boyfriend’s eyes never, ever wander, be prepared to face the fact that he’s actually gay. I’m dead serious on this.

Proof that George Lucas is Indonesian, #46: Adegan crystals (an essential part of light sabres), Sinar Industries (manufactured the X-Wings), Mace Windu (that really loud black guy from Pulp Fiction).

When a guy who compliments your eyes, chances are he doesn’t mean it.

Move to Bali once in your life. Leave before start acting “Bali-er Than Thou” and think all Jakartans are poseurs because “kalo di Bali sih, you can go clubbing in shorts and sandals.. cuek aja lagi…”

By some random cosmic twist of fate, I was truly fortunate to end up being the son of my particular set of parents and not someone else’.  I am forever grateful for that.

I consider any day above ground to be a decent enough day.

Look, even if all you read is Krayon Sinchan and Donal Bebek, for crying out loud, just LIE. Do what everyone else does: say Kahlil Gibran instead. Hell, while you are at it, throw in some Pramoedya for good measure.

The complexity and craft of a regional cuisine says a lot about its people. Case in point: sundanese food such as nasi tutug and sambal dadak. Okay, ‘nuff said.

Mothers who insist for their children to call them “bunda” usually wear PS, read Femina, and make macaroni schotel. Beware.

My dad taught me to live a life with no regrets. I do my best, but when you have made as many mistakes as I have, it’s not exactly a piece of cake. It’s the mistakes towards others that are the hardest to live with.

Nonetheless, he still made sense. Life is too short to be burdened by regrets, so try to minimize it. At the end of your term on earth, it’s the regrets that inevitably come back to haunt you.

My mom is 70 years old. Last year she went to Brisbane on her own, and stayed with my dad’s ex-girlfriend from his college years there. Now is that like, totally cool or what? ☺

The next time you see a bunch of cool young Jakartans posturing, preening, and spouting in magazines because they are the sole distributor or license holder of a hot foreign brand, fashion label, or café, just keep this in mind: Chances are, the creator of the brand doesn’t-even-know-they-exist.

For a number of Indonesian women, it’s not a matter of meeting Mr. Right.. it’s a matter of meeting Mr. Right-Now. Now, damn it, NOW!! I ain’t gettin’ any frickin’ younger, am I!?!

It’s important to surround yourself with people who can offer you a bit of happiness and well-being. And to avoid reading blogs that offer nothing but neurotic insecurity parading as jaded, smart-ass cynicism.

You know you work in advertising if you have put on a huge afro wig at least once in your life. Either that or you went to FSRD ITB.

Don’t tell me what type of person you are. I’ll observe your behaviour and make my own conclusions, thank you very much.

Many Indonesians get married out of fear, not out of love. Fear of parents, extended family, society, and the ticking clock.

The better looking a woman is, the less grateful she will be if you do her a favor. And the less that the average guy would actually notice, either.

If tongseng had a name other than “tongseng”, it would be a more popular dish. Think about it.

The loudest one at the table works in advertising.

My definition of a good movie is a movie that accomplishes what it intended to do in the first place. Period.

You are never as bad as people say you are. And you are never as good, either.

The type of people who say they don’t care about appearances, are often the ones most judgmental of others.

Ninety percent of your future happiness will be determined on your decision on who you marry. You can have all the money and fame you want, but if you chose the wrong person, you *will* be miserable. And yes, this applies to women too.

The more religious a woman looks, the less likely she is to thank you as you hold open the door for her.

It’s a rare person indeed, who offers advice and consolation with no self-interest whatsoever.

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