Indonesians have supposedly earnt the title of the 2nd highest consumers of Blackberry portable communication devices (or whatever they are called.) Americans are the first.
I, myself, have no interest in ever owning one in my entire life if I can help it. I had a little play with my cousin's (Ayi) last night, and was suitably impressed, but was happy to hand it back over. Sure, they are addictive ( Anyone for a Crackberry?) , but I don't ever want to be a slave to my email or mobile phone after hours. Contactable 24 hours a day for work purposes? Err, no thanks. I'm already highly strung. I like to have a social life, and talk to people (who aren't engrossed by their Blackberries).
When I went out with my cousins last weekend to Yuppyville a.k.a Kemang cafe district, and every single person (and I mean EVERY SINGLE PERSON) was proudly clutching, staring at, playing with, typing on, stroking, answering, or talking on their Blackberry, despite the fact that they were amongst a large group of friends of family.
There will obviously be an epidemic of "Blackberry thumb" circa 2019, in Jakarta, and Gen Y'ers all over the city will have amputated thumbs, or arthritis of the thumb.
On a different note, on a little night outing last night, also with my cousins; Ayi, his wife Caroline, their kid Tatiana, my 2nd cousin Dita and her boyfriend Bom Bom, we went out to another district, with a cool story behind it. Menteng is an older part of Jakarta, in the city's South. It was a central area in the times of the late Dutch occupation of Indonesia. My mum just said it was around in the 1930's, perhaps earlier. She would know this because she's pretty familiar with the area, having moved to the suburb when she moved to the big smoke of Jakarta from her little village in the mountains (hee hee) in the sixties.
You can tell it's older because there is still some really big, grand colonial dutch buildings in the area, from when the dutch set up administrative offices and municipal halls. The houses that are in the area are on massive plots of land (which is rare in an overcrowded city of approx. twenty million), and there are a few variations of house styles. Some little humble single story houses with large front yards, and large backyards, and others are glistening, white mansions of monstrous size with elaborate stained glass windows, columns, and chandeliers on their porches etc.
Menteng is where Indonesia's old President, Suharto, grew up, and where another powerful political figure has some close childhood ties. A little school in a narrow street of Menteng was where Barack Obama spent a couple of years in primary school.
After Barack's mother and father divorced, his mother met an Indonesian guy who was studying at the same Hawaiian University as her. They married, and then this Indonesian lad, Lolo, got called back to Indonesia to do some work of "national importance". There's a bit more to this story, more to do about the political climate of Indonesia at the time which is a bit too complex for me to really fully understand, but basically all Indonesian nationals living overseas were ordered to come home to prove that they were loyal to the country, in a bid to figure out who was a communist and who wasn't. ( This is the jist I got after reading Barack's first memoir, "Dreams of my Father.")
My dad claims to have known Barack's step dad. They were acquantainces or something. I think he died a few years ago.
Anyway, Barack's mother; Ann Dunham, flew to Indonesia when Barack was about 7, where they set up house and home for a few years, and Maya, Barack's little sister, was born.
He went to a Catholic primary school first, but then moved to this one. Ann worked in the American Embassy in Jakarta, which was around the corner from this particular primary school, back then. The building still exists, but it's no longer the American embassy. This primary school is still a functioning primary school, and there's nothing fancy about it, it just looks like a normal inner city Indonesian primary school. White and dark green buildings, harbouring simple classrooms, small concrete courtyards. The only way you would know that it had an historical significance is if you saw the silver plaque that was recently bolted to the front near the entrance gates, donated by the "Friends of Barack Obama" organisation. I'm not sure why he didn't go to an "International School" (school for kids of expatriates.) I don't know if his parents couldn't afford it, or if there wasn't one around back then.
Despite the rumours that are floating around in America, it is NOT a radical muslim school, it's just a public school. Stupid rednecks that don't know any better have just started that rumour to propogate fear and hatred amongst other stupid rednecks. It's a public school that doesn't focus on any singular religion, not even sure, it focuses on any religion at all, most public schools don't. Not that there's anything wrong with if he did go to a muslim school. It just takes one person to put the teachings of the religion out of context, and suddenly it's all evil, and violent, which it isn't. His step father, was muslim, and for the years he lived here, he may have studied it/worshipped at mosques.
Ayi drove me down the street, and the others waited in the car as I took a walk around. It was dark, so my pictures aren't great, and being a Sunday, the school gates were closed.
"Why were you walking around in the dark taking photos?" my 3 year old niece asked when I got back in the car.
"Because that school is special Tati. Barack Obama went there."
"Who?"
"The current leader of the free world, sweetie."
"Huh?"
It's pretty cool that Indonesia has a little place in the Barack Obama story. A little reminder of the way the real world works; doesn't matter what school you went to ( despite the importance that others may place on it), it's how hard you work and how much you believe in your dreams and yourself, that ultimately takes you to your own successes.
I, myself, have no interest in ever owning one in my entire life if I can help it. I had a little play with my cousin's (Ayi) last night, and was suitably impressed, but was happy to hand it back over. Sure, they are addictive ( Anyone for a Crackberry?) , but I don't ever want to be a slave to my email or mobile phone after hours. Contactable 24 hours a day for work purposes? Err, no thanks. I'm already highly strung. I like to have a social life, and talk to people (who aren't engrossed by their Blackberries).
When I went out with my cousins last weekend to Yuppyville a.k.a Kemang cafe district, and every single person (and I mean EVERY SINGLE PERSON) was proudly clutching, staring at, playing with, typing on, stroking, answering, or talking on their Blackberry, despite the fact that they were amongst a large group of friends of family.
There will obviously be an epidemic of "Blackberry thumb" circa 2019, in Jakarta, and Gen Y'ers all over the city will have amputated thumbs, or arthritis of the thumb.
On a different note, on a little night outing last night, also with my cousins; Ayi, his wife Caroline, their kid Tatiana, my 2nd cousin Dita and her boyfriend Bom Bom, we went out to another district, with a cool story behind it. Menteng is an older part of Jakarta, in the city's South. It was a central area in the times of the late Dutch occupation of Indonesia. My mum just said it was around in the 1930's, perhaps earlier. She would know this because she's pretty familiar with the area, having moved to the suburb when she moved to the big smoke of Jakarta from her little village in the mountains (hee hee) in the sixties.
You can tell it's older because there is still some really big, grand colonial dutch buildings in the area, from when the dutch set up administrative offices and municipal halls. The houses that are in the area are on massive plots of land (which is rare in an overcrowded city of approx. twenty million), and there are a few variations of house styles. Some little humble single story houses with large front yards, and large backyards, and others are glistening, white mansions of monstrous size with elaborate stained glass windows, columns, and chandeliers on their porches etc.
Menteng is where Indonesia's old President, Suharto, grew up, and where another powerful political figure has some close childhood ties. A little school in a narrow street of Menteng was where Barack Obama spent a couple of years in primary school.
After Barack's mother and father divorced, his mother met an Indonesian guy who was studying at the same Hawaiian University as her. They married, and then this Indonesian lad, Lolo, got called back to Indonesia to do some work of "national importance". There's a bit more to this story, more to do about the political climate of Indonesia at the time which is a bit too complex for me to really fully understand, but basically all Indonesian nationals living overseas were ordered to come home to prove that they were loyal to the country, in a bid to figure out who was a communist and who wasn't. ( This is the jist I got after reading Barack's first memoir, "Dreams of my Father.")
My dad claims to have known Barack's step dad. They were acquantainces or something. I think he died a few years ago.
Anyway, Barack's mother; Ann Dunham, flew to Indonesia when Barack was about 7, where they set up house and home for a few years, and Maya, Barack's little sister, was born.
He went to a Catholic primary school first, but then moved to this one. Ann worked in the American Embassy in Jakarta, which was around the corner from this particular primary school, back then. The building still exists, but it's no longer the American embassy. This primary school is still a functioning primary school, and there's nothing fancy about it, it just looks like a normal inner city Indonesian primary school. White and dark green buildings, harbouring simple classrooms, small concrete courtyards. The only way you would know that it had an historical significance is if you saw the silver plaque that was recently bolted to the front near the entrance gates, donated by the "Friends of Barack Obama" organisation. I'm not sure why he didn't go to an "International School" (school for kids of expatriates.) I don't know if his parents couldn't afford it, or if there wasn't one around back then.
Despite the rumours that are floating around in America, it is NOT a radical muslim school, it's just a public school. Stupid rednecks that don't know any better have just started that rumour to propogate fear and hatred amongst other stupid rednecks. It's a public school that doesn't focus on any singular religion, not even sure, it focuses on any religion at all, most public schools don't. Not that there's anything wrong with if he did go to a muslim school. It just takes one person to put the teachings of the religion out of context, and suddenly it's all evil, and violent, which it isn't. His step father, was muslim, and for the years he lived here, he may have studied it/worshipped at mosques.
Ayi drove me down the street, and the others waited in the car as I took a walk around. It was dark, so my pictures aren't great, and being a Sunday, the school gates were closed.
"Why were you walking around in the dark taking photos?" my 3 year old niece asked when I got back in the car.
"Because that school is special Tati. Barack Obama went there."
"Who?"
"The current leader of the free world, sweetie."
"Huh?"
It's pretty cool that Indonesia has a little place in the Barack Obama story. A little reminder of the way the real world works; doesn't matter what school you went to ( despite the importance that others may place on it), it's how hard you work and how much you believe in your dreams and yourself, that ultimately takes you to your own successes.
The Capital City of Jakarta district council: Menteng Primary School 01 Jakarta
Barack Hussein Obama II, the 44th president of the United States of America, attended this school from 1969 to 1971.
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