Sunday, September 04, 2005

tales from home














Came back from a (not too) short trip back home, to attend my brother’s wedding (I have three of them, so this was the last one...fiuh...).
The wedding and all the reception and ceremonies went along beautifully.
Got a chance to meet up with the many relatives, tasted all the different types of food that weddings usually make available ;), and spent some very good quality time with my family, (yes, him included ;)

And the two weeks passed so fast...
Am now caught up (again) with the many readings, assignments and deadlines.

Experienced a pretty interesting trip on my return here to Singapore.
Instead of flying back to Singapore straight from the capital city, I went through Batam instead, to catch a ferry to Singapore. I used the same route travelling home to Jakarta for this trip.
Well, it is a policy that Indonesians are to pay an exit tax (yes, an EXIT tax) when we leave the country, unless, your ID was issued from particular provinces (that allow their citizens to waive the tax).

Now the tax through Batam is half the fee in Jakarta (yes, this is an official rate). And apparently it is very common that in the airports people are approached by ‘middle-men’ (we call them ‘calo’) who offer their ‘services’ so that you don’t have to pay the full rate (this is available both in Jakarta and Batam airports).
Though I've heard stories, I’ve never experienced this my self in Jakarta; but in Batam this seems to be even more common. I didn’t realize how common it was until I tried to pay the (official) tax there. As I was approaching the tax booth, I was a bit surprised that the officer wasn’t very enthusiastic to process my passport. (I had actually declined one ‘calo’ when I was walking up to the counter), I even had to ask this officer to take the passport, which then was told that I’m supposed to photocopy my passport first, and this photocopy place apparently is placed under the staircase, some meters away from the Tax Counter.

Go figure, you have all these ‘calo’s swarming around, looking for people to ‘help’, and a counter actually providing all the ‘pre-conditions’ required. I wonder what 'policy' the government was actually trying to implement there...

Turns out, these calos were pretty desperate since not everyone crossing over needed to pay the tax (most likely only non-Sumatran citizens, sucj as those from Java, Bali and other islands). Even when you check in to get to the ferry, the booth for ‘fiscal/tax check’ looked hidden and a bit abandoned (atleast in Jakarta everyone flying out of the country needs to go through this booth before boarding).
It was as if you needed a really huge sense of ‘tax-paying motivation’ to go through the whole process...hmmm very interesting.
So its no surprise that these 'non-taxed' provinces all of a sudden have a rise in population (some people would even have double IDs for these provinces), and that this 'calo' practice becomes a pretty lucrative business....

I personally do not agree with the whole 'exit tax policy'...as it seems absurd and and more of a preemptive measure from keeping less-rich citizens to go abroad (as the the tax is on an a fixed amount figure; sometimes even the same price as airline tickets to neighboring ASEAN countries) than an income generating post for the government. Plus the fact that most of this 'tax revenue' gets lost through the process anyways (either by the use of 'calo's or the possible corruption that hinder the system to profit from the policy). Frankly I think this policy serves as 'bad publicity' of government intention to 'support' its people.
There have been talks about abolishing it, but no firm action/decision has even been taken.

Anyways....
Arrived in Singapore safe and sound (nearly sea-sick from the ferry though :P), around 7pm. Had roasted chicken rice in Harbour Front...which I thought was a very nice ‘welcoming meal’ (especially knowing I'd have a hard time getting dinner if I didn't have it there), then headed home, knowing the ‘real world’ was waiting to greet me.
Well, a small note in a blog seemed like a good way to end the night, as tomorrow I have a morning class.

It’s definitely good to be back,... ;)

-moenlite-

*picture:
Going home, [moenlite]

Sunday, August 14, 2005

papers and stuff

finally am on track of finishing something that (had previously) seemed impossible

[Alhamdulillah]

-moenlite-
[now I can finally go to sleep...]

Saturday, August 13, 2005

a nation in waiting...for what?










Was browsing through my old emails and found this one I wrote to my family when I had just ended my work overseas (Europe) and in the midst of travelling around before going home to Jakarta.
I still remember how upset I was when I wrote it.
I wonder if anyone can relate to this...

[mind you it was a personal letter, so do disregard any sentiments to the words chosen. Thanks]

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----- Original Message -----
From: [...]
To: [...]
Cc: [...]
Sent: Friday, October 18, 2002 5:05 PM
Subject: Being an Indonesian-just a thought

Dear all,

I've ended my contract in [X], a well known international organization, and have now returned to my status as a 'normal' Indonesian citizen. Only one word comes to my mind right now.....its very difficult.

I wonder what went wrong when we started the nation, or did something happen along the process? Or, maybe....nothing happened over the past 57 years?

When I plan trips with friends, I must reconsider them just because I'm an Indonesian. I want to find better opportunities and must think a thousand times, just because I'm Indonesian. I carry a green passport which says 'Republik Indonesia' in the front, and I feel it doesn't worth much.

I don't remember making any bombs in New York, neither in Bali. But it seems that people in foreign consulates think that they know me much better than my self. They say I'm dangerous. I wonder why...

I remember in elementary school, when the teachers said that I live in a safe place, surrounded by many continents. They also said that we have many friends. Why don't I see that anymore? Shouldn't things become better by time? Why is it that I feel like I was in some fairytale dream and that I've woken up and see all the chaotic unreasonable things happening in an environment I was so familiar with?

I wonder if there will ever be a time when things will come back to normal. Or is this actually normal?

confusedly yours,

Y.

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-moenlite-
[funny how one looks back and sees....]

*picture:
Nation in Transition

Friday, August 12, 2005

feeling like you're hanging on an inch of thread...


TETAP SEMANGAT!!


...and an enormous sense of strength gains.





-moenlite-
[as the sun shines even when you try to resist]

*picture:
Miscue-Tree Frog, Wendy Booth

Thursday, August 11, 2005

true...

one must becareful of what one pursues
as the saying goes.....curiosity killed the dog

yet mind you....some wisdom can be taught in isolation,
yet again, some can only be comprehended after one has fallen into a pit hole or perhaps (hopefully) almost fell....















-moenlite-
[when one writes after getting too caught up in one's thesis writing :P]

*picture:
"Curiosity killed the dog", Abdul Kadir Audah

Friday, August 05, 2005

being auntie again

My best best friend just had a baby...
What a wonderful world :)



-moenlite-
[welcome to the world, Latisha Audra Hidayat....it may not be perfect but somehow I know you'll manage dear ;)...]

*picture

Thursday, August 04, 2005

bad pratice...

Some people just need to figure out how to be decent, especially if they're in the business of after sales service...ggrhhhh...

Called the HP support number just now, and asked a simple question of how I could configure my printer (through my laptop) to get the least ink quality in order to save my *planned* new cartridge (not yet convinced to spend that much money this week)...

So, the guy on the other end took me through the drill.
You know how after you tell them your product type, they go through the windows and tell you to press this and that, asking ‘can you see this on the screen’; ‘can you see that on your screen’, etc.

Was very confused as he kept asking me to choose this and that button which didn’t exist on my screen.
So I asked him, 'Are you sure? I don’t see those options there...’
And his simple reply was ‘Oh sorry Ma’m, these options do not exist on your printer, the options I mentioned are for a different printer’
So of course my reply was ‘How could that be? I gave you my printer product type, didn’t I’
And the idiot said “Yes, but I’m using a generic tool which shows me all types, and it seems that your low-end printer does not have the features as those of the high-end types, such as so and so type’
The nerve...

Trying to be calm and decent, the only thing I could say was ‘I called you to ask what I do have, I don’t need you to tell me what features I don’t have.’

I think he got the message and could only say ‘Have a wonderful day Ma’m’
Wonderful day, my foot...


[the sales guy *for the cartridge* was pretty good...yeah, go figure...]
[Dell’s call in service is very good, even though I had some issues with my laptop *yet that was my fault, and a totally different story*]


-moenlite-
[not very amused...]

Thursday, July 14, 2005

were there falling stars...?













my...my....do mind what you wish for....
things just might happen ;)

-moenlite-
[hoping that the last comes through as well...for the sake of all mankind, etc, etc....:P]

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

the title

got the movie title.....it's Insomnia.
Geez... :P

-moenlite-