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Announcement of Tokyo University Entrance Exam results. I want you to feel at least the same level of happiness, and subsequent stress.

Announcement of Tokyo University Entrance Exam results. I want you to feel at least the same level of happiness, and subsequent stress.

Honestly, I want you to go out and see the world.
Appreciate different cultures,
imitate their working spirit,
and learn world’s recent advancements
very early.
Don’t wallow and rot inside
like me how I used to be.
Affected and haunted by my past.

Go, go to the places where the symmetries are broken,
where the light traverses through the silicon.
The land of the rising sun
and the fragrant harbour under the five stars
should be where you drop your anchor.

…but I am not sure if you are keen of it; you don’t even bother to peek into the websites. 😦

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On Chinese Indonesian Names

It is common for Overseas Chinese to adopt western aliases, so that foreigners can pronounce their names easily. Jackie Chan, Vicky Zhao, Stephanie Sun, etc. However, I was just thinking that this NTU’s new assistant professor’s name is a nice one. Mayasari Lim. This is a good pattern for Chinese Indonesian name, which goes as follows:

Indonesian front name + Chinese (non-Mandarin) surname

with + is a string concatenation operation, while the Indonesian name can be derived from Indian or Arabic names, which are from closely related cultures and also commonly adopted, but not Western ones. That’s why I colloquially refer to this friend of mine as Budi Tan. And what else can we have? Ardianto Ong? Kamila Tjia? Candra Soe? Sukma Kwik? 😀

UPDATE: There is a more thorough about this. [Link]

On Alcoholic Beverages

This may look like a glass of lime juice, but this is margarita!

This may look like a glass of lime syrup, but this is margarita! (click for further info)

I’ve been a lifetime non-strict abstainer of alcoholic beverages. I avoid drinking them as much as I could for the reason that I don’t even know. I drink only once or twice a year, or even none at all. Last time I drank such a beverage was in my friend’s birthday a few weeks ago, when he offered everybody a shot of sake. I tried and it tasted horrible: very bitter. I can only enjoy the wine offered in special masses, to which the bread is dipped; it is sweet and sour (or is it grape juice???).

I asked a friend of mine who has been in Europe for years about this. He said that one of the reasons why Europeans drank alcoholic drinks was to keep their bodies warm. This friend drinks mainly in winter irregularly, citing the expensive prices of such drinks. Another friend, a recent settler in Europe, is a social drinker: he only drinks such beverages in parties and celebrations, since if he rejects the offered drinks, the hosts may feel that he doesn’t respect them. Meanwhile, I also read some literatures about alcoholic beverages on Wikipedia, and found out that while they carry many disadvantages, they can be advantageous if drunk properly.

This raises an issue: if I someday manage my way to settle in Europe, will I still refrain from drinking this kind of beverages? What is the exact reason of my abstention? Maybe because of the culture in the place where I come from, which is strongly associated to the traditional teaching of Islam, which tends to look down upon drinkers. Maybe because of the depiction of people with alcoholic addiction such as Nobi Nobisuke, whom I see as quite irresponsible regarding this problem. However, from the religious POV, Roman Catholicism itself takes a moderationist stance on this issue, meaning adherents like me are allowed to drink alcoholic beverages on a modest amount, so I think I can take this stance.

So this is my current conclusion. I will someday drink alcoholic beverages only on purpose, for example to keep my body warm. As I now live in Singapore, which mainly has hot temperature, I don’t need to drink them. The only reason that prevents me to consume them excessively will be the bitterness, thanks to my dislikeness towards such a taste.

*penting ga sih?*

Dulu

Dulu,

ibu saya kerja di puskesmas di sana, dan kami tinggal di rumah dinas di seberangnya.
Rumah kami dikelilingi sawah; hanya di sebelah kanan ada tetangga yang berjualan pecel.
Saya suka bandel, menyeberangi sawah ke rumah teman ibu. Pernah suatu kali setelah sawah itu dibajak dan masih berair, saya mencoba menyeberang, tapi sandalnya hilang satu dan akhirnya kembali ke rumah.
Saya sekolah di kota, 30 menit perjalanan naik mobil atau sepeda motor atau korupsi pakai ambulans puskesmas.
Di dekat puskesmas ada masjid, yang setiap Ramadhan menyetel lagu Arabic yang diikuti pembacaan doa tiap subuh, dan saya ketakutan karena lagunya.
Setiap 17an ada pementasan grup reog yang jalurnya melewati jalan di depan rumah saya. Dan saya selalu lari ke belakang rumah, ketakutan.
Binatang masuk rumah, lalat, nyamuk, kodok, kupu gajah (kami menyebutnay demikian), laron, capung, ngengat, kecoa, kadal, tokek, kucing, ular, itu sudah biasa.
Rumah kami kebanjiran 2 kali.
Pernah kemasukan orang gila sekali (atau dua kali?).
Kadang saat liburan kami memutari gunung, ke tempat kakek nenek kami berada, dua jam perjalanan lamanya.
Dan biasanya rumah dititipkan kepada staf puskesmas, yang lalu menginap di situ.

***

Sate paling enak itu berasal dari sana! Percayalah!
Selain itu, dulu juga ada Ayam Goreng Pemuda yang juga enak.

***

Saya ingat, saat masih kelas 2 SD (1994) saya gagal tidur siang, dan karena ketahuan, saya marah-marah dan nangis sendiri.
Akhir Juni 1992, sepupu saya yang dari Jogja bermain ke rumah dan mengajari saya membaca huruf K (waktu itu saya membacanya “ta”).
September 1993, adik saya lahir. Kami mengadakan selamatan dan mengantarkan dus-dus makanan ke Puskesmas ke tempat ibu bekerja. Saya marah-marah. Saya ingat, saya cuma minta 1 dus buat saya, tapi sepertinya mereka tidak memahami.
Konon kota ini panas, karena setelah saya pindah ke Jogja saya selalu merasa kedinginan, tapi saya ingat beberapa kali bapak mengajak olahraga dan lari pagi di sekitar rumah. Enak sekali. Sepi dan sejuk.

***

Pertama kali saya memakai kacamata waktu kelas 1 SD. Waktu itu minusnya sudah 6.
Saya dulu koleksi komik Doraemon sampai jilid 31. Karena tidak ada toko komik di sana, kami hanya membelinya di Jogja ketika liburan. Tapi karena saya berkacamata, bapak membatasi jam membaca komik, karena tulisannya kecil-kecil.
Saya mengkoleksi penghapus Power Rangers.
Kami meminjam video film, mungkin satu-satunya di sana.
TV hampir selalu tidak pernah jelas. Siaran parabola saja sering diacak.
Tapi ada bagusnya juga, kami bisa nonton Fort Boyard dan MTV dan fashion show ala Perancis.
Tidak ada telepon sampai tahun-tahun terakhir kami di sana.

***

Saya tidak punya banyak teman di rumah, karena teman sekolah saya tinggal di kota, jadi untuk hiburan saya antara nonton TV atau main Spica (bajakannya Nintendo).
Beberapa kali kami mengundang seorang staf Puskesmas yang juga teman keluarga kami, waktu itu masih muda, untuk bermain game Dragon Ball. Dia suka memakai Cell Junior, sedangkan saya pakai Cell.
Mesin Spica, yang sepertinya sekarang sudah teronggok rusak di rumah Pakde saya di Surabaya ini memang menyimpan banyak memori. Bapak saya dulu begadang menamatkan sebuah game, lupa namanya, tentang petualangan anak laki-laki bugil di hutan Adventure Island (acknowledgment to Budi Tan; kamsia koh! 😀 ). Beliau ahli main Arkanoid, Kontra, dan Tetris. Almarhum Pakde saya (pakde yang lain) jago Pinball. Ibu saya bermain Goonies, sedangkan saya suka bermain Mo Ay Jin. Saya takut bermain Macross.

***

Ya, 12 tahun sudah lewat sejak saat itu.
Dan belum pernah ke sana lagi.
Konon kabarnya rumah kami tidak ada yang meninggali, dan hampir ambruk.
Padahal komik Casper dan Richie Rich saya tertinggal di sana.
Teman-teman sudah pada merantau.
Ada yang ke Surabaya, ke Salatiga, ke Yogyakarta, dan kalau tidak salah ingat, tempo hari saya menemukan profil Friendster teman saya, terpampang fotonya ketika berada di negeri Cina.
Saya sudah merasakan hidup di desa, di kota dan di kota besar. Betapapun enaknya kota besar, saya merasa lebih nyaman ada di desa.
Kata jensen99 sih, orang kaya saya harus sekali-sekali berlibur ke desa.

***

Walaupun saya orang Jogja, lahir di Jogja, besar di Jogja, lekat dengan budaya Jogja, berbicara dengan logat Jogja walaupun ga lancar krama inggil, saya tidak akan lupa pada masa kecil saya di desa yang indah dan permai. Kampung halaman kedua saya. Serasa hidup ala buku PMP. 😀

Tepatnya…

Ah, tentunya Mbak ini lebih tahu. 😀

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On Facebook

On my Facebook, there are some conservatives.
On my Facebook, there are some fundamentalists.
On my Facebook, there are some outspoken moralists.
Whose premises I despise.

I myself am a self-proclaimed centre-left
A bit to the centre but more on the left
But I am Newtonian.
Not in the mood to have a debate.
So what should I do?
Have arguments with them
Or keep silent and let them scream their lungs out?

The latter, I choose.
Whatever the result is, it would not change anything.
Better to read BVP.
So I’ll close my Facebook for a while.

On my Facebook, there are some outspoken liberals.
Let them handle everything.

Web 2.0 is a SRSBZNZ.

Research a la Yong Tau Foo

Yong Tau Foo

Yong Tau Foo

This is Yong Tau Foo, a Hakka Chinese dish. Singapore’s Yong Tau Foo stalls usually let the customers choose what kind of items and soup that they want. Available items include, but not limited to, tofu, egg, prawn, sausage, fishcake, cucumber, cabbage, eggplant and carrot. Commonly found types of soup include…well, regular soup, pork rib soup, and tom yam soup (at least those are what I find in Canteen B NTU). People usually eat it with either rice or noodle.

Now, I’m wondering whether we can have similar paradigm in doing research. We pick several distinct theories and combine them to solve our problem. I have ever seen evolution theory-based motion planning, spectral-based formation keeping and particle system-based crowd simulation, so maybe we can take this approach to a more extreme level and have, as I suggested to a friend of mine, a Marxist electrical power distribution.

Menye-menye

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