Something green near me, a cracker box inside the 2 cubicle next to mine ^^. Taken with Xperia Z, too lazy to edit
Tags: 30 Day Photography Challenge, day 4, something green
Tags: 30 Day Photography Challenge, clouds, day 3
A wee bit blurry, blame my shaken hands :|. Taken with Xperia Z, just before rain dropped this afternoon.
Tags: Day 2, what you wore
Today I wore that shirt. I’ve been having that shirt for 2 or 3 years. Taken with EOS KissX4, editing just resize and autocorrect.
So, until next day
Tags: 30 Day Photography Challenge, Day#1, self portrait
Yesterday I was blogwalking to Rise’s blog and found something interesting (yet challenging), she’s been participating on 30 Day Photography Challenge event. Considering my lack of willingness to post something on my blog in these past 2 years, I think I’m going to participate in this event. Also, it’s 1 December now, so it can be my encouragement to carry out this project.
These are the challenges:
So, let’s start with Day #1: Self Portrait
Taken with my Xperia Z, editing only crop, filter lomo, and negative effect
Hopefully I can finish ’til Day #30
Have you ever been mistook as a person of certain region/ethnicity that you don’t belong to? Well, I have some experiences that might be suit that condition. It could be just my assumptions™, but at least on some cases I even mistakenly thought as non Indonesian, mostly fellow South East Asian. I think it is harmless to share those experiences :mrgreen:. First of all, my physical appearances were just average for Indonesian, with (slightly below) average height, average weight, average permed black hair, average tanned complexion, slightly slanted eyes, small noose and small mouth. Typical average Indonesian from mid-western part so I think it’s not surprising that sometimes I often thought as a person from it or it’s surrounding area.
Anyway, these are my experiences being mistakenly thought:
- as a Sundanese by some passers-by during my trip to southern Sukabumi, West Java. Not uncommon, moreover I was traveling with 2 guys who speak Sundanese fluently :P
- as an African (or perhaps South American) by fellow passenger while I was on the Metro Subway in Rotterdam. This is weird, and this could be my assumption™ since he didn’t mention that and suddenly asked me whether I believe in God or not and then handed me his religious website pamphlet :P. We had a short conversation back then about his spiritual experience and his activities to encourage Dutch to going back on church. Perhaps I was being thought as a Zwarte Piet (though I’m not that dark on term of complexion :P) or a Good Samaritan Padre from Amazon (this is purely my crap )
- as a Banjar by a shop keeper at a traditional market in Martapura, South Kalimantan. Not uncommon, although it surprised me since I was there with my 2 friends who clearly are not Banjar. I suppose my average Indonesian appearance hinted that shop keeper to talk to me with Banjar language
- as a Malaysian by another shop keeper at the main road in Hanoi. This is also common given my physical appearance, moreover I was there with a bunch of Malay-like (which is Bahasa Indonesia) speaking people
- as a Vietnamese by a goods-care guard at Ho Chi Minh mausoleum, still in Hanoi. Now this is weird since I didn’t think my appearance would be that similar with Vietnamese, but those guard initially talked in Vietnamese to me, and since I said I’m not Vietnamese he then spoke in English :P. When I asked my friend who lived there about it, he said it’s not so strange to see me as Vietnamese. Moreover, my body size fits the criteria of Vietnamese, since it is very rare to see obese Vietnamese :lol:. Well, I’m not that skinny or slim, but at least compared to my Indonesian fellow back then I was the slimmest
- as a Filipino by a shop keeper at a money changer in Toronto. Regarding my average Indonesian appearance, and possibly South East Asian general appearance, it wasn’t really surprised me, though :P. And since I once mistook a certain Canadian girl as Indonesian, I think that was fair enough
- as a Japanese by a homeless at the downtown street in Fredericton, New Brunswick. This is nouveau, and probably just an assumption™ since we were in a group and looks busy to take pictures :P. We were strolling on the street, passing that homeless who just sitting hopelessly and asked us to spare some nickel. As we ignored him and just walked away, he still asked us to spare some coin, even Yen will do :P. Since we don’t have any small changes, and the temperature were getting cold, we just walked away. Perhaps those homeless thought that every Asian-face guy with camera as Japanese, or that was just a mere wild guessing
How about you, have you ever experienced something similar? Perhaps a lot of you have
Let say I’ve got a lot with a house upon it, and I live there with my family. We have a particular neighbour. This neighbour has a far more larger lot than mine, more family members, and clearly is richer than us. The border between our land is clear, and we don’t have any major problems on it. We live happily and quietly in our poverty and pauverism, and my neighbour also live (supposedly) happily in wealth and their own internal intrigue.
One day this neighbour ask us to check on the border of our lot. These markers are indeed placed in quite a far interval, so our family member could possibly mistook some border. This neighbour wants to do joint marking of our border, so they invite us to discuss the deal. They said they already did some measurement and plan some point to place markers, and inquire whether our family has done such activities. We haven’t done that, because our budget is limited and we don’t see adding markers to the border that already has a clear marker is a top priority. In terms of courtesy and customary we took the plan and told them that we will look on it and revise it if necessary.
Time goes by. This neighbour keep asking our review of the marking plan. We keep answering that we’ll revise it, and pretending that we don’t have issues on it.
Finally we reach to some point : “OK, let’s do it their way”. But we insist to our neighbour that we only able to take small part of marker placement, adjusting our limited budget and priority, and they agree with that.
This whole event of course sparks some question from my family, why would this neighbour insist to narrowing the interval of the border that already clear? Well, we can only assume that they have exessive budget and kinda confused how to spend it. Or, they felt they should utilise some of their family member to keep having activity instead of doing something else
N.B. it has nothing related to actual house or lot. It just suddenly cross to my mind after discussing some job matter with my coworker
Once a year, in the event of fasting month, there are certain routines happening in this country, some of that might be kinda bollock at some point
- the different methods to determine the beginning and the end of the month
- female public figures tend to dress up more covered
- raids on some restaurants or food stalls that still open midday
- massive discount on department stores and shopping malls
- online debates on how people who didn’t fasting should eat during midday (yes, this is silly, hopefully it won’t happen)
- people tend to be more generous with the unfortune
- kids (and some adults) playing around with blackpowder (or fireworks)
- reports on how northern Javanese road (or another main homecoming route) being repaired again and again
- reports on how crowded and jammed the traffic on the main arteri road around the islands
- reports on how many casuality due to accident during this homecoming season
- reports on how train and airplane tickets sold out even before the first week of the month
- reports on how government (or so called experts on TV) encourage people not to bring their family to the capitol from their hometown
- and so on and so on…
but, afterall, marhaban ya ra madhang