A day in the life ......

Marcello Manganese wrote:

Agree, and I think that after the bombs in Kuta the anti-terrorrism task force Is doing a great job fighting that bombing people and preventing more attacks.

I watched one of that lot get his well deserved death on TV - It all happened just a few miles from where I was living at the time.
There's a personal story behind that it would still be unwise to tell, but it was an interesting time.

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It trully happens, until now.
The poeple who have done it until now is foreigners in Bali, who have lived around Kuta Beach.
The name is Albert, his younger sister, his uncle, Bianca and her grandmother, Leslie, Bennet, Anton, and Marlor who have lived in Canggu, North Kuta.
Even, they have created, Christ Scandal.

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Fred wrote:

Marcello Manganese wrote:

Agree, and I think that after the bombs in Kuta the anti-terrorrism task force Is doing a great job fighting that bombing people and preventing more attacks.

I watched one of that lot get his well deserved death on TV - It all happened just a few miles from where I was living at the time.
There's a personal story behind that it would still be unwise to tell, but it was an interesting time.

Mr. Fred, what is the unwise story? I think it is important story.

Leika Sari Islami wrote:

Fred wrote:

Marcello Manganese wrote:

Agree, and I think that after the bombs in Kuta the anti-terrorrism task force Is doing a great job fighting that bombing people and preventing more attacks.

I watched one of that lot get his well deserved death on TV - It all happened just a few miles from where I was living at the time.
There's a personal story behind that it would still be unwise to tell, but it was an interesting time.

Mr. Fred, what is the unwise story? I think it is important story.

Very important, but the bit I saw would be unwise to talk about for a number of reasons. It wasn't, and still isn't, generally known.

I'd like to tell you about the story when I was christioned by foreigners in Bali, whom have lived in Bali, the name is Albert, his younger sister, his uncle, Bianca and her grandmother, Seline, Anton and Bennet.
Just like I have told before.
When I lived in Bali, like I said before, suddenly I felt someone haunted on me, through window my rental house. I tried to pay attention, then asked myself, is it true anyone haunt me through my closed window? But, I didn't really care. Then, I also checked my closed window from outside, asked myself, is it true anyone could see my activity through closed window, but, still, I didn't really care.
One day, in daylight, when I did something in my kitchen, my head was hit by anything I didn't know, and there was someone called my name, then, there was someone intoduced his self, and recently, I know the name was Bennet.
He told me to went out, to choose one of them.
But I didn't care, I worked on my laptop, then someone introduced himself, the name was Albert.
Albert said many things, particularly told about himself, example, if I wanted be with him, I had to have sex with him, he also talked to me to clean my black-butt, at the point he talked about himself and his life.
But the most part I really remembered, he wanted me to convert to be christian.
Such an idiot!
I have never wanted to be converted to christian!
Then, since that time, there are so many inteferences from those foreigners. At one night, I woke up with a man straddled on me, brought cross sign, did it like whorshipping. I was very surprised, and in my right ear, there someone screamed, "CHRISTIONATION", together with sparkle of light.
I woke up for a moment, checked situation around me.
When I felt the situation was safe, I went sleep again, and there were moslem jinny obsessed me.
And you know, there was a woman, her name is Seline, own many loans, in countries such as Paris, Hongkong, Taiwan, Singapore. She bough many things (but didn't pay it), such as branded clothes (Prada, Dior, Hermes, and many things), parfume, sunglasses, shoes, and many others.

Fred wrote:

Leika Sari Islami wrote:

Fred wrote:

I watched one of that lot get his well deserved death on TV - It all happened just a few miles from where I was living at the time.
There's a personal story behind that it would still be unwise to tell, but it was an interesting time.

Mr. Fred, what is the unwise story? I think it is important story.

Very important, but the bit I saw would be unwise to talk about for a number of reasons. It wasn't, and still isn't, generally known.

Ah, so, I understand

The house is a rubbish place to work because of distractions, mostly from the kids, so I scarper to my local J,Co, a wonderful place with wonderful coffee and a wonderful working environment where the only distraction is a guy bringing me a coffee.
I'm such a regular, they wipe down my favourite table as soon as I walk in.
I love working there, partially for the coffee, but mostly because I get more done in an hour there than I can in 4 or 5 hours at home.

Rock on, J.co - You're great 

Today's jaunt to J.Co saw an absolute epiphany (in a non-religious way) as I realised how to solve a large problem I have (and not with antibiotics and avoiding women until it gets better this time ).
My finger flew over the keyboard, searched like crazy on Google Chrome, then dumped the data into a spreadsheet of epic preportions.

After than, and after a quick trip to the Samsung store to look at lovely tablets, went to the car park where I saw an enormous twit scrape his front end on another car whilst trying to exit his parking space.
He scratched the heck out of the victim's car, but all the plastic fell off the front of his. That trailing down the road as he drove off without doing anything about trying to look after the problem.
I took a snap of his plates, gave that to security, then popped a note on the car's screen.
Not that it would do any good, but I felt like I'd done my bit.

Leika Sari Islami wrote:

I'd like to tell you about the story when I was christioned by foreigners in Bali, whom have lived in Bali, the name is Albert, his younger sister, his uncle, Bianca and her grandmother, Seline, Anton and Bennet.
Just like I have told before.
When I lived in Bali, like I said before, suddenly I felt someone haunted on me, through window my rental house. I tried to pay attention, then asked myself, is it true anyone haunt me through my closed window? But, I didn't really care. Then, I also checked my closed window from outside, asked myself, is it true anyone could see my activity through closed window, but, still, I didn't really care.
One day, in daylight, when I did something in my kitchen, my head was hit by anything I didn't know, and there was someone called my name, then, there was someone intoduced his self, and recently, I know the name was Bennet.
He told me to went out, to choose one of them.
But I didn't care, I worked on my laptop, then someone introduced himself, the name was Albert.
Albert said many things, particularly told about himself, example, if I wanted be with him, I had to have sex with him, he also talked to me to clean my black-butt, at the point he talked about himself and his life.
But the most part I really remembered, he wanted me to convert to be christian.
Such an idiot!
I have never wanted to be converted to christian!
Then, since that time, there are so many inteferences from those foreigners. At one night, I woke up with a man straddled on me, brought cross sign, did it like whorshipping. I was very surprised, and in my right ear, there someone screamed, "CHRISTIONATION", together with sparkle of light.
I woke up for a moment, checked situation around me.
When I felt the situation was safe, I went sleep again, and there were moslem jinny obsessed me.
And you know, there was a woman, her name is Seline, own many loans, in countries such as Paris, Hongkong, Taiwan, Singapore. She bough many things (but didn't pay it), such as branded clothes (Prada, Dior, Hermes, and many things), parfume, sunglasses, shoes, and many others.

U must offer this story to a Director to make a novie, It will be a Triumph!!!

Marcello Manganese wrote:

U must offer this story to a Director to make a novie, It will be a Triumph!!!

Tom Cruise could play a religious nut

Just as I thought I'd seen every possible idiotic move someone could make on a scooter, two morons prove me wrong.
The first was a motorcycle taxi in his green jacket, that total twit deciding to overtake me on the inside as I indicated and slowed to enter an Indomaret car park. I wouldn't mind, but he came up fast from distance at a point where I was almost ready to turn, so he must have seen my indicator and brake lights, but he went for the inside anyway.
He missed, but ended up on the pavement.

The second was a woman who proved conclusively women are as good as men (at being daft pillocks). I want to call into a shop on the right hand side a one way street, so I kept right, indocated, and slowed to a crawl as the space wasn't as wide as I would have liked. As any driver knows, you have to give yourself room to turn into the space without hitting the car to your left, but the stupid moo decided the gap was a perfect chance to overtake, even though the left was totally clear.
She almost hit the parking guy and the motorbikes parked in the next space, but pure blind luck allowed her to get away without a crash.

As is usual, these utter cretins both blamed me, probably for not allowing them to be total cretins on the road.

I gave both my best Paddington bear stares.

A few days ago saw yet another idiot (but a very pretty one) run into the back of my car. I stopped for a car turning right (Not a lot of choice unless I fancied crashing into him), but the woman behind me wasn't looking - Bang!
The coppers pulled us both up, checked our documents, then pushed the dent out of the back of my car - What a nice copper.

Today saw a motorbike cut directly into my path to turn right so I braked a bit sharpish - Nobody managed to hit my arse end but another bike decided he could get through to gap on my left - Pity he hadn't seen the bike that cut me up to turn right - Bang!

My trip was to the local town office to update my ID card - Usually a long and boring waiting around for hours job but nobody was around so I would have been in and out in just a few minutes - but the selfies started.

As I was wearing long trousers and a shirt with a collar, I thought I'd drop in to imigrasi to check the new procedure to renew my passport. I can do the job in six months when it only has six months validity, but it's all an online game now so that looks like it's going to be another easy job.
There were several ladies at the desk I went to, one of whom was nothing short of absolutely stunning in an especially pleasant sort of way. Strangely, as her skin was darker than average for a Javanese, she probably wouldn't be considered that great by local guys.
I might well be old, fat, and ugly, but there's nothing wrong with my eyes (As long as I'm wearing my glasses).

Does anyone have a time machine and a slimming manual I can borrow? If I was 25 and fit again I might be in with a chance.

Our local idiot glue sniffer is back, this time attacking passing traffic. Just saw him kick a woman on a motorbike.
He'll catch a beating before long .. or he'll get squashed under a truck.

No loss

The seventeenth of May saw me apply for my new ID card - On the twentieth I got a call to say it was ready so I jaunted up there and picked it up.
Talk about quick and easy.
My car tax was simple last time, the procedure to renew a driving license has been smoothed out to the point of painless (and bribe free) so that pleasure should be effortless when I have to renew my motorcycle SIM in July.

Indonesian paperwork is changing for the better.

Hi Fred,

Greetings from Palembang !

I have always enjoyed reading your daily updates , some gives me big smiles  😁

Anyhoo, the reason I wrote to you is, to ask if you would kindly let me know how you get on with renewing your passport?  I was told it’s all now can be done via online?

Replacing mine is now an online thing with one visit to immigration to pick it up. My last English one was a trip into Jakarta to apply, then a second trip to pick it up.
However, that was 6 years ago so there might well have been changes to the system since then.
Mine has to be renewed in a few months, something I'm looking forward to as the lady I met in immigration last time is a stunningly lovely interlocutor.

Hang on ... just need to check something .... ah ...

https://www.gov.uk/overseas-passports

There we go - sorted

rita christianty wrote:

Hi Fred,

Greetings from Palembang !

Hi back
I've never been up there - A hole in my wanderings. I've been up to Aceh (a really interesting place filled with exceptionally friendly people - and that's by Indonesia's high standards of friendly) but never to your city. Kalimantan is very nice as well, especially a fried banana place I found over there.
I may have to pop over to Sulawesi soon if some negotiations work out. First time there so the food will be interesting. No wonder I'm fat.

I'll let you know if I ever get up your way so you book a holiday in Jakarta that week and just read about my trip on the news.

I should add, as a terrifically handsome but notably impecunious chap, I have to wait until someone pays for flights before I can go anywhere these days.
I considered selling my body but that was before I found out male prostitutes can't change by the kilogram.

😂😂

Many thanks Pak Fred!

Cheers
Rita

I didn't sleep well last nigth, that being why I was messing on the internet at silly o'clock in the morning. I managed to drop off eventually, but not until my Tablet's battery was flatter than a cat after a meeting with 20 tonnes of truck on Jalan Tol.
I re-awoke (Not 'woke' because that rubbish causes a load of trouble) and immediately opened my Chromebook so I could get some work done.
That completed, I really fancied a chicken soup so I fried up 100g of minced chicken, added some spicy this and that, then a Royco dried soup.
Some bread later and I'm full.

I started watching A study in pink but I've just been given a little task to complete so that gets sorted next. Perhaps I'll finish the flick later but the clues are a bit obvious so perhaps I'll pick my nose instead.

I knew it was his brother almost immediately - the clues were so crass only a blithering idiot could miss them.

Not seen the glue sniffer for a few days - perhaps he's gone away, or been put away.
I went for a walk. Started at the PAM place to pay my Rp.65,000 water bill, then to a small mall for a coffee with garlic toast for Rp.20,000, then to a slightly larger shopping centre as I needed a few bits and bobs.
Lunch/supper was at 4 - Chicken strips with some chips in CFC - Quite pleasant but cheap. The cheap being handy because of the cavernous emptiness of my wallet.
It's so empty, it sounds like I'm yodelling if I shout into it. I used to get excited about that type of singing as I associated it with what I want ladies to do to me - falsetto. Then I found out I had the wrong word.
I need a sack of cash so I'm considering sitting at the side of the road near traffic lights where I can ask for cash from strangers.
I'm sure people will cough up because, when they see my fugly face, they'll assume I've been in a terrible accident or was born with an inoperable genetic defect.
I disappointed several pedicab drivers who were trying to get me to use their services - I explained my impecunious nature to some, but the others got the one about how my shoes cost over a million so I have to walk in order to get my money's worth.
I found a shop flogging Aceh food - You've missed out if you haven't tried a selection - I'll fill my face with that next time I pass on foot.
The most exciting things today were buying some coat hangers and paying my kids' school fees.

About a month ago the glue sniffer reappeared, this time sniffing from his bag whilst walking down the white line in the middle of the road - well - walking both sides of the white line as he staggered around.
The local Pol PP had a post 50 yards up the road so I stopped and requested they do something. Off they toddled and I haven't seen him since.

Now it's passport renewal time. Covid restrictions that closed immigrasi are done and dusted so, much as it's a shade later than the exact six months before it expired, it's fine. I popped up there for a chat a few weeks ago - something they were happy about because no customers meant they were sitting around most of the day.
I will grab all the appropriate documents from my safety deposit box, photocopy them, then pop back up and see what happens.
My kids' passports also need doing but I'll do mine first so I can find out the best ways of avoiding queues and waiting times.
I will download the app and make an appointment - That should help things along.

Watch this space for further exciting updates.

I love my Samsung S5e tablet but it won't do everything I need. That in mind, I ordered an Asus Chromebook from a place in Jakarta.
I was shocked.
It turned on in a matter of seconds and was set up in a few minutes - all without the total crap you get with windows machines telling you how they're setting things up for you.

Its first update was greeted with dread:
Will it takes hours?
Will it naff up?
Will I run out of stomach capacity for cups of coffee before the update has finished?

I hit the restart button in the update notification, reached over for my favourite mug and a sachet of ABC Mocca, then the Chromebook asked me for my PIN - It was done before I poured the coffee into the mug.

I was as shocked as I was pleased.

It's done loads of updates since then, all taking around 20+ seconds including popping in the security pin.
It doesn't do all the fancy stuff a windows machine will do, but it does everything I want - and without Microsoft induced headaches.

My daughter was moaning about her rubbish computer (a brand new windows 10 laptop) so she ended up with a Chromebook, then I watched a few of my son's online classes using his brand new Windows 10 laptop - That got stuffed in a drawer as I went out the following day and ordered him a Chromebook.

Strangely, most of the computer shops here have no clue what a Chromebook is, but one does so he sold two to me and a load of smaller items.

I rebuilt the internet in the whole house, adding LAN cables and WIFI hotspots upstairs in my daughter's room, and in my son's school area.

Imaging computing without all the crap Windows 10 throws at you - That's a Chromebook.

I decided to set up one of the old Windows 10 laptops for Charlie - Youtube kids and not much else but I have every confidence he'll fill it with rubbish games before the evening is out.
I set up the thing ... and nearly pulled my hair out.

I really hate using Windows 10.

GuestPoster171 wrote:

Leika Sari Islami wrote:

I'd like to tell you about the story when I was christioned by foreigners in Bali, whom have lived in Bali, the name is Albert, his younger sister, his uncle, Bianca and her grandmother, Seline, Anton and Bennet.
Just like I have told before.
When I lived in Bali, like I said before, suddenly I felt someone haunted on me, through window my rental house. I tried to pay attention, then asked myself, is it true anyone haunt me through my closed window? But, I didn't really care. Then, I also checked my closed window from outside, asked myself, is it true anyone could see my activity through closed window, but, still, I didn't really care.
One day, in daylight, when I did something in my kitchen, my head was hit by anything I didn't know, and there was someone called my name, then, there was someone intoduced his self, and recently, I know the name was Bennet.
He told me to went out, to choose one of them.
But I didn't care, I worked on my laptop, then someone introduced himself, the name was Albert.
Albert said many things, particularly told about himself, example, if I wanted be with him, I had to have sex with him, he also talked to me to clean my black-butt, at the point he talked about himself and his life.
But the most part I really remembered, he wanted me to convert to be christian.
Such an idiot!
I have never wanted to be converted to christian!
Then, since that time, there are so many inteferences from those foreigners. At one night, I woke up with a man straddled on me, brought cross sign, did it like whorshipping. I was very surprised, and in my right ear, there someone screamed, "CHRISTIONATION", together with sparkle of light.
I woke up for a moment, checked situation around me.
When I felt the situation was safe, I went sleep again, and there were moslem jinny obsessed me.
And you know, there was a woman, her name is Seline, own many loans, in countries such as Paris, Hongkong, Taiwan, Singapore. She bough many things (but didn't pay it), such as branded clothes (Prada, Dior, Hermes, and many things), parfume, sunglasses, shoes, and many others.

U must offer this story to a Director to make a novie, It will be a Triumph!!!

I think that would be a good novel and a good lesson because I am brave enough to spread the truth of what they did to me. And, I think you have to be carefull with people in Kuta Beach. You have to be carefull with they.
I am going to continue this story later, by the way.

???????? strange people on here.

scouser59 wrote:

???????? strange people on here.

Hi, Scouser 59, who is it?

GuestPoster171 wrote:

weird !

hi admin, not related to any particular topic, but please advise on how do I unsubscribe from topics. As an example for this topic I am getting e-mail notifications as I am supposedly subscribed (which I am not aware off) and on the top right the only option button says "subscribe to this topic".

bennl wrote:

hi admin, not related to any particular topic, but please advise on how do I unsubscribe from topics. As an example for this topic I am getting e-mail notifications as I am supposedly subscribed (which I am not aware off) and on the top right the only option button says "subscribe to this topic".

Dead easy - Hit the unsubscribe button.
It's top right on the full webpage, but below the last post on Android.