All good (and essentially, bad) things come to an end

HELLO FOLKS.

It's that time of the year again where I remind people to be strong in accepting changes and that your pimpdaddy can be wrong at times. Wait, what? I don't even know. It's 12:47 a.m. and I've just drank a long black two hours ago. Bad mistake.

Again I bring good news and bad news, like I normally do to everyone in my life. To my parents when I was born: the bad news is you're going to have another head to feed! And a weird one at that. The good news is I might help you financially in the future. Stressed on might. Hopefully *Crossing fingers*.

MOVING ON, the bad news is, I'm moving back to Indonesia! I know, I know. A month ago I said that I'll just be moving up to Sydney which means that the blog's name which is conveniently called Living in Wollongong will be utterly irrelevant. Boy, how that escalated quickly. Universities and Australia itself has proven to be extremely inconsiderate of internationals, by giving us higher taxation rates and higher university fees. And when I'm talking about higher, it's about 5x higher.

Yeah.

The good news is, I'm moving back to Indonesia! I'll be able to travel around more, seeming that there is actually a lot of places that I really want to go to but I've never been, like Dataran Tinggi Dieng and Pulau Seribu. I'll be able to see and hug my family again, not just through a virtual "bear" hug on Skype (yeah, you), and I'll be able to catch up with my mates.

Which brings me to my second Rant of The Night of The Raging Coffee: Social Interactions Within the Indonesian Community. Nobody steals that amazing thesis title from me. Ish mine.

For starters, the very social culture in Australia and Indonesia are amazingly different, starting from how Indonesians have certain sentence structures that clearly distinguishes the lines between a person who is in your strata level and people who are above you. We have distinction nouns. This means that a lot of people are still bound by the social norms that came with our dad's generation. And their dads', and their dads' dads. This is good for ensuring a courteous and well-mannered kids, which in time will be socially acceptable adults, who in turn will procreate and foster the same type of kids as well. If this is the case then it doesn't seem bad, doesn't it?

Truth be told, I'm yet to see on where do I feel a difference between our social norms. People in Australia - the friends that I have at times trusted my life with - acts and thinks differently from my very Indonesian friends, and I am sure, heck, I would bet my half-completed university degree on it, that our social norms are very much almost the same to an extent. I wanted to say that Indonesians are less open to strangers, but I'm guessing that is just because I haven't been looking at people other than who I've been spending my time with.

The second factor is probably because most of the people that I know in Indonesia are basically egocentric-minded people, which means that they at times think that they are the most interesting person in the world. I, for one, condemn the very idea that this term exists within our society, which is currently bathing in seas of materialism and objectifying. A lot of people believe that matter defines who we are, over the very notion of how the old saying goes. Mind, in oppose to matter, is the one that can actually helps you define who you are against what you possess. A 14-year old kid with a smartphone does not essentially means that he's as smart as his smartphone. He may be smarter or he may even be dumber than it. Another thing that I should bring up is that other people cannot define you on who you are, regardless of what your Sociology book says.

Which, in turn, brings me up to my hypothesis (yay segue!) that a lot of Australians are a lot more fun to hang out with is because they do not care about lots of things. They do not care about what other people might say about them, they do not care about certain actions' consequences, and some don't even care about their future. I'm not much of a fan of the third example, but it proves my point. A lot of Indonesians want other people to see that they are good and doing well in life, which proves my point that they feel that it defines them. I was one of them, so I've come to this conclusion not just by observing, but through a personal experience as well.

(I will be making these last paragraphs as quick as I can seeming that my coffee intoxication is coming to an end soon. So segue dance. Segue segue.)

So my point in this hour long rant is that I will miss my open-minded, globally-knowledgeable, can-never-be-replaced friends with my old friends from Indonesia which I haven't seen in a long time. According to Twitter, the web corporation that has gained my seal of Should-Be-Useless-Now stamp, a lot of my Indonesian friends are still on that level of egocentrism. I'll say it out loud: I don't care about how you feel about your test. Maybe if you make a funny remark about it then I, with the rest of the world would enjoy it, but no, you've chosen to put in, "Omg, worst test ever hhh" or "woke up late, alarm didn't work @_@" as your status update. I hate you. I hate you and I hope you die. I hope people will stop listening to you in real life seeming that you've chosen to talk on a social media instead of the people around you. I should probably unfollow you. And 'unfollow' isn't even a word. I hate Twitter so badly now, so I probably should just deactivate my Twitter account. Or just follow news updates and Markus Persson.

Anyways, that's my huge remark. Twitter and materialism is destroying our social system. We should be talking to people, face to face. Learn where they come from, exchange your knowledge. Read something new everyday, and by something new I don't mean other people's status updates. Go to the library. Buy a book. Heck, download a book, it's free. Read newspaper articles about the world, and I don't mean the Hollywood Celebrity section. Talk to strangers who seems like they would enjoy your company, you might make a lifelong friend. Find a new hobby. Do more activities. Learn how to juggle, or just try origami for starters. Taste new things in life, it isn't a sin. Do something crazy and feel better about yourself afterwards. Make dinner and invite your friends instead of going out for food- It's cheaper and more enjoyable. Go to parties. Create parties. Talk more with your friend's friend instead of alienating him. There is a lot of things in life that can make you a better person, and having materials isn't really the number one factor in it. I have enjoyed encounters with low-incomed people compared to they who their fathers have rented them an apartment in the middle of the city while also paying for their expensive university degree.

People can be interesting- you'll just need to break the barrier sometimes. Do not be scared, as prejudice is a sin itself. You can't tell if something is bad if you have never experience it by yourself.

The coffee's finally gone, so I can go to bed. This might be my last post in this blog, seeming that I don't have any reason to update it anymore. I have enjoyed talking and sharing my ideas and stories in this page, and I hope someone, somewhere is enjoying my blog, laughing out loud.

I wish you all the best in life, and all the best in mankind.

Adieu.

What's my favourite pastime?

So I like having fun by myself.

.....don't. It's not that kind of fun.

What I'm really trying to say is I like to spy on people and try to figure out if they can see me spying on them or not. I know what you're thinking, "Odi, why are you such a creepy mofo! Why do you look at random people for your favourite pastime? Why do you keep people's hairs in your room?" But all I can reply to is I find these things interesting.

Because you see, I live in a two-storey place and people don't know if it's actually a residency. They used this place back then as an office because the first floor is a mechanic shop, but apparently it didn't work out so they decided to turn this into a lively and charming apartment. And people often times didn't believe it when I said to them I live at the garage, so I use that power to "oversee" people, more likely drunk ones since they are entertaining to watch. It's like being a police officer!

Something's wrong there. Two-storey height?

Much....better?

That looked like the fashion police instead of a really strict one. "STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL SCUM, THOSE BOOTS ARE VIOLATING THE LAWS OF ATTRACTIVENESS." Anyway, you can clearly see my mad photoshop skills right there.

But yeah, these people, these drunk people are entertaining to watch because if you turn off all the lights and starts shooting potatoes with the spud gun (the small toy one, not the actual 400 gigatons ones) at them, they wouldn't have a clue on where it came from! You can see them freaking out like ants whose scent trail has been ruined by perfume. Yes, that's another favourite pastime of mine... And by favourite I mean weird, now that I think of it. How do I even get friends?

Anyways, this post is going downhill. I can see now why people aren't attracted to me at all. I hope you had a good day and I'll see you guys tomorrow!

Promising things that will never be fulfilled

Hi!

So I just realized that I have been keeping a good track on my blog, which is a post daily and so I'll try to make this into a normal thing.

If you don't get this picture, we can't be friends.

But if you don't like hearing my stories every single day then I wouldn't disagree- my parents do the same thing as well. "Hey dad guess what happened at school today! Dad, why are you ignoring me? Why are we inside a forest? Why are you walking so fast?"

Doesn't have any side effects at all. *twitches*

But anyways this is just a quick update to tell everyone what my plans are for the future of this blog. It involves me, the garbage truck, and the recycle bin. I'll see you guys tomorrow.

Hanging up?!

Now I don’t know about other people (who are probably saner and less inhuman as I am) but I could never stand talking in the phone for more than a minute. It’s so bad though, sometimes I could never focus on what the person on the other end of the line was talking about since I would constantly ponder on when that person will realize that I am not interested in talking for more than one minute over the phone and decides to hang up. It’s almost like how my parents treat me actually. They just keep being silent until I realize they’re not interested and I’ll eventually go away. Sometimes I even think that my existence in their life are being unacknowledged. “Mum, I saw a wild snake today!” “Dad, I got beaten by the school bully this morning!” and no answer.

Anyways, so what happened today is that a person from the real estate called me and did a background check which took about fifteen-twenty minutes of my already boring life. I couldn’t really figure out why they need to do a background check on me since I am basically a 20 year old Indonesian man with a South American slash Middle Easterner slash Indian face. Wait, I think that had just explained itself. They might think that I will bomb the house or something like that. I don’t know, but racism sucks. The area that I’m applying for is called St. Peters(burg), which is near to this crazy hippie-hipster area called Newtown. Maybe the real estate thought that if they approve me then I will bomb Newtown to the ground, and then the hipsters and hippies will roam the inner area of Sydney instead, replacing the businessmen & women and therefore collapsing the economy of Australia. And it’s all because of me. 

I feel somewhat special now. 

If being marked as a terrorist is considered making yourself feel special sort-of-thing. 

Anyway, I don’t know.

But yeah, do you feel the same way when you have to talk to people longer than you expected it to be? Let me know in the comments section if you do, because I would love to read it. Actually I want to know as well if you have weird or unusual phone etiquette or rules as well. See, my one rule to talking over the phone is the no talking for more than one minute rule, except if it’s something important, like phone sex. Which, frankly enough always takes about the same time too... or sometimes even under.

THAT'S NOT FUNNY MAN. NOT. FUNNEH.

So I kind of love awkward situations where I myself don't feel awkward while the person in front of me is, because most of the time it would be just me trolling the shits out of that person. For instance I would annoy a person in such a way that they would feel really uncomfortable with me around but then they have to comply with it since I'm good friends with them. Though most of the time I would feel really uncomfortable myself and decided that I should just stop and change the topic. Which is happening right now. Changing topic. Segue. Segue. EDITING ROOM. I NEED A SEGUE STAT.

Goddamnit, not of this kind.

I'm only joking. I don't get neurotic and awkward like that. Only worse. But anyways, the things that I did to make people feel uncomfortable for my own enjoyment has been frowned upon many times, and even though I feel bad I am assuming that people would know that I am joking. I'm not really mean and a massive troll, I just love a good laugh and have a really weird sense of humor. Like those rapists. I'm sorry, I couldn't stop myself.

See, in the last blog post quite a few people who read it said, "You shouldn't make fun of people having suicide it's not funny" and some commenting that I went a bit too far. I was actually hoping that you guys would know that I am only joking and I don't mean it by a little bit. Sort of like if you have been following me since my early posts (not that I've reached a big number or anything) you would know how my sense of humor is. You know? It's just like one of those things that you have to sit down and just accept it even though you don't really enjoy it. Just like your mum last night.

And how good is this! It has only been three days and I'm already posting another blog post. So on top of it.

I'm alive, I'm alive.

Hello hello everyone! Good to see you all safe and sound and healthy. Or if by any chance you are now being held inside a Russian Mob and is not safe and sound and healthy, I wish you well in any way possible. There's always suicide!

I'm joking. Suicide jokes aren't funny and people shouldn't be made fun of if they're in a difficult situation. Except if they are one of those people who always gets out of trouble really easily, like that guy MacGyver. Man I would love to see him fail for once.

Except for that mullet. Anyone fails if they have mullets.

Business in front, party in the back. But yeah, speaking of things you shouldn't make fun of, do you know what else that falls in that category? What was that? Your life? Oh, my life? My life falls into that category? What do you mea- oh. I see. I get it now. Yeah thanks for that, man. Thanks for that. You're just basically expressing my parents' thoughts more loudly. It's been like that since day one, you know. "Is this.... is this for real? Did this came out of my belly? Is it a boy or a girl?" I'm joking. My parents love me (please).

But yeah, what I really want to say is that you shouldn't really make fun of people. It's bad. It's as bad as having one of your toes accidentally kicking the foot of the table. Which is pretty bad.

Lame grandma time aside, I have good news and bad news! The good news is, I'm moving to a different city soon! So this blog which is effectively named after Wollongong wouldn't be pretty relevant anymore. But I'll keep it, just because I love it and I love my avid readers. Which, truly I can count by one hand: My Mum, a second account made by myself to see my blog from an another point of view, and that guy who I'm pretty sure was just another account made by my mother. Yeah, you people can see I'm the pretty popular guy around here *stretches*.

And bad news is, I don't have any bad news! Isn't that bad? I wish I do so I can talk more. I love talking to you guys. And by you guys I mean those three accounts that I talked abou- I'm gonna go. This is going nowhere.

But if there's actually someone reading this blog, then can I ask you a favor? I want you to tell me an awkward moment in your life where you accidentally do something inappropriate, like for me I chortled at people's misfortune because I sometimes thought that it was a joke. Write it down in the comments section because I would love to hear them.

Until next time!