While most Jakartians spend their weekend in Bandung, Bali or one of the >150 malls I decided to spend mine in the hospital. Around a year ago I broke my arm pretty bad just below the joint, multiple fractures, crushed and the bone penetrated my muscle. The surgeon on Bali reconstructed my arm during the first operation but because he used screws that were too long and sticking through the bone he had to do a second operation.
After a year running around with a bionic arm I decided to use this weekend to get all the metal out of my body and so it happened. Still somewhat dizzy from the shitload of anti-biotics and pain killers I’m looking at the stuff that came out and keep being amazed about the size of the 4cm screws.
Anyway, for expats who are looking for a good hospital in Jakarta I can definitely recommend the Siloam hospital in Kebun Jeruk, since they’re the only hospital approved by the US embassy it was my first choice and I must say that everything was 100% ok.
Anyway, I hope next weekend will top this one…
31st of December? Check! Fireworks? Check! Absolut? Check! Baileys for the women? Check! Food? Check! Time for the last post of the year before the party starts!
This will probably be my last New Year on Bali for a while an I have to say goodbye to some dear friends here on Paradise Island but I will be reunited with the Tokobagus crew so to every disadvantage there’s always an advantage. For me 2011 will be the year in which Tokobagus and Indonesia in general will rock the Internet world in the most positive way possible. But hopefully it will also be a year without duckfaces and death hoaxes, vulcano eruptions, censorship, awkward encounters with celebrities, content theft or subliminal advertising.
From when I was young I’ve had a strong urge to create, build or rebuild things. I still remember ‘working’ on a car radio at age 4 and probably having some great outcome in mind even though I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.
For me it always has been an over the top all or nothing state of mind. I used to play lead guitar in rock bands and I’m pretty sure I drove my neighbours crazy practicing every minute not being in school. When I started DJ’ing I spend well over 30 hours per week on music next to my regular 40 hour a week job. When I started ‘producing’ music it became even worse, days that I went to bed at 04:00 AM when having to go to work at 08:00 AM were more rule than exception, even though I was absolutely not hindered by any talent whatsoever.
While we’re nearing the end of the year we start thinking about our resolutions for 2011: “I’ll quit drinking”, “I will not tweet about Justin f***ing Beeber anymore”, “I’ll do more together with my girlfriend”, “This year I will eat healthy and go to the gym 3 times a week” and the always popular “I will stop smoking”. All those people with these noble resolutions we wish all the best and good luck!
But the resolution for 2011 we would like to enforce on all women of the world is “NO MORE DUCK FACES!!!”, it’s enough, cukup, basta, finito, 彀, dość!! Without duck faces Facebook would be a much better place. Continue Reading →
Today I’m struck by grieve, Huib Lit, my ex-father in law, my daughters grandpa, a true hero and genuine good person has passed away after a miraculous but impossible battle. My thoughts go out to his wife Corrie, his daughters Dorenda and Wendy, to his grandchildren Yousri, Yana and Yasmina, his family and close friends. Saddened because I’m on the other side of the world and can’t pay the respect and support I should, so from Huib’s motherland I use these words to express that he will still always be with us and watching over us as a star in the sky:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the gentle autumn’s rain
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am a swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
So do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
Huib, I truly hope you have found rest and peace in a world that’s more just than this one.
While I’m diligently working on a radical overhaul of this blog, thinking I got nothing to write about anyway, I suddenly got a surprise. Our favorite Tokobagus car freak, mr. Beamer and automotive channel manager witnessed the birth of his son! As far as we know both mother and son are in excellent health. So this is probably the time where all our female readers are focussed on the picture (he actually looks like his father) and say things that men not really understand like “Aaaaaaaahhhhhh, he’s so cute” and “Couchie Chouchie Chouchie”.
In the meantime I can tell you that his name is still, as Andri said, “work in progress” but number 1 on the list is “Mochammad BAGUS Artomoro” which is of course a great honor for everyone working at TokoBAGUS. Of course it could be his wife has other ideas about that, so let’s give them a hand and drop some nice middle names in the comments.
On behalf of SangatPedas and everyone at Tokobagus we congratulate Andri and his wife and wish everyone a long, happy and healthy live.
Time for some oldskool Athony Robinson Tsjakaaaa Yes We Can motivational stuff with a catchy title from Donald T. Time for some self-reflection, show the vulnerable side of myself, you know, to inspire co-entrepreneurs and entrepreneurs-to-be. Todays topic: success and above all FAILURE and MISFORTUNE. So why talk about failure if this is supposed to be a motivational post? Well, failure and setbacks are INEVITABLE in life, I know, been there, done that and sure it will happen again.
Though I haven’t reached all the goals I’ve set for myself, I consider myself successful, I run a so far fairly successful or at least really promising company, I have a healthy, funny and sweet daughter, a lovely girlfriend and I have enough money to have a decent life. Actually, living in Indonesia and being confronted with poverty and seeing kids in situations without a lot of hope for the future made me much more grateful for my live and less selfish. I might say that in Indonesia I learned about sharing and how full-filling that can be.