#indonesian granny

[mellow2870]

older Asian

[moss-the-irishman]

Riordanverse race/nationality headcanons (Main characters and background characters alike)

This may be a very long post, and I’m throwing in little tidbits about appearances, so with no regard to any particular order, strap in:

(Seriously, this is a huge post)

Edit: Changed Luke from just Korean American to mixed Argentinian/Korean American, inspired by @tagthescullion

The Seven (Including Nico and Reyna):

Percy Jackson: Biracial White/Latino, Cuban American (Sally was born in Havana, she had Percy shortly after moving to the US)

Annabeth Chase: Biracial Black/White, Irish/African American (with Swedish, Ghanaian and Polish descent)

Jason (And Thalia, by extension) Grace: White German American (Beryl moved from Germany to the US)

Piper McLean: Native American, Cherokee

Leo Valdez: Latino, Mexican, Born in Texas

Hazel Levesque: Black, African American, New Orleans (1940's French Creole)

Frank Zhang: Chinese Canadian, Vancouver

Nico Di Angelo: White, Italian with Russian descent, 1920’s Venice

Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano: Latina, Puerto Rican

Camp Half Blood:

Will Solace: Biracial White/Bangladeshi American, Texas

Luke Castellan: Mixed Argentinian/Korean American (Born in the US, May (or Mi-Hee) grew up in a Argentine Korean community in Buenos Aires before she moved to the US and met Hermes)

Malcolm Pace: White with albinism, Scottish, Glasgow

Travis and Connor Stoll: Mixed Scottish and Laotian, Edinburgh (Source: @freddie-77-ao3)(I think in the TV show, they cast two Asian boys as the Stolls, so I've made them Asian)

Alice Miyazawa: Japanese American, Los Angeles

Julia Feingold: White Luxembourger, Luxembourg City

Cecil Markowitz: White Austrian/Northern Irish (Born in Graz, grew up in Belfast since he was two, has dual citizenship)

Katie Gardener: White Scottish, Aberfoyle

Castor and Pollux Vintner: Black, Irish (Pollux is Albino, Castor wasn’t), Donegal

Michael Yew: Mixed Irish and Chinese, Limerick (Granny moved from China)

Lee Fletcher: White Irish, Donegal

Clarisse La Rue: Mixed French/Pakistani American, Arizona (Mother moved from France)

Chris Rodriguez: Afro-Latino, Nicaraguan (Moved to the states when he was seven, lived in the same neighbourhood as Clarisse)

Silena Beauregard: Blasian, African American and Filipino, Mississippi (French descent)

Charles Beckendorf: Black, African American

Jake Mason: White American, Wyoming

Harley Smythe-Davidson: Biracial White/Aboriginal Australian (Source: @freddie-77-ao3)

Nyssa Barrera: Latina, Panamanian, Panama City

Shane O’Doherty: White Irish, Laois

Christopher Chalkevas: White Greek/English (Born in Larissa, moved with his mother to Hackney, London at age five, has dual citizenship)

Clovis Karlsen: Wasian, Welsh (Welsh/Norwegian grandad, Indonesian granny, Source: @ashthenerdtheythem)

Chiara Benvenuti: White Italian, Florence

Alabaster C. Torrington: British Indian, English, Westminster

Lou Ellen Blackstone: Black with vitiligo, British Ghanaian, Birmingham

Drew Tanaka: Japanese American, New York City

Valentina Diaz: Latina, Colombia

Mitchell Singh-Donovan: Mixed Indian and Irish, Cork

Lacy Alfsen: White Danish, Copenhagen

Ethan Nakamura: Japanese, Tokyo

Damien White: White Irish, Northside Dublin

Miranda Gardiner: Vietnamese American, Massachusetts (Distant Irish ancestry)

Billie Ng: Wasian, Irish/Thai Canadian, Toronto (She grew up in Longford till she was seven, then she and her mortal dad moved to Canada)

Sherman Yang: Chinese American, Alaska

Marcus (Mark) Dooley-Wallace: White Irish American, Georgia

Ellis Wakefield: Black, Algerian

Holly and Laurel Victor: Sri Lankan American, Seattle

Meg McCaffery: Wasian, Irish/Vietnamese American

Camp Jupiter:

Dakota Cheshire: Black, Bermudian

Gwendolyn Nunez: Hispanic, Spanish American

Bobby Herrera: Latin American, New Mexico

Lavinia Asimov: White Russian, born in San Francisco

Larry Schumacher: White American, North Carolina

Leila Grunfeld: White American, Colorado

This has been a very exhausting post to make lmao. I gave some of the characters who don’t have canonical surnames my own Hcs for their surnames. Also, I am yet to read through trials of Apollo, so maybe I’ll come later back to add more Roman names to the list.

Tagging my moots that I like to see their opinions for this (as well as the ones I tagged within the list as well):

@aki-bara @ravingcoffeeaddict @ebony-reine-vibes @squiggle3worm @sleep-needer

[yarrayora]

Ngl I would love to hear more about your d&d paladin grandma

here's old art from 2017

for the most part i can't remember what her backstory is BUT i remember i named her dereema because it was a play on the word delima which is indonesian for pomegranate

she wasn't a paladin i think? but i remember she died due to flying swords and then revived in a body of a young male dragonborn which is like. have fun having gender crisis at 80-something grannie

[seair-exim-solutions]

The Growing Fruit Import Market in Indonesia: Trends and Key Players

Indonesia, renowned for its tropical bounty, is home to a variety of exotic fruits such as mangosteen (Manggis), snake fruit (Salak), dukuh, and sirsak. Despite its rich agricultural landscape, the country has emerged as one of the world's leading fruit importers, driven by a growing population and increasing consumer demand for high-quality, fresh produce. This article explores the dynamics of Indonesia's fruit import market, the key players involved, and the logistics of shipping through its major ports.

Why Does Indonesia Import Fruits?

Indonesia's fruit import landscape is shaped by several factors:

High Domestic Demand: Local farmers often struggle to meet the diverse preferences of consumers, leading to an influx of imported fruits.

Limited Cold Storage: The underdeveloped cold storage facilities hinder the preservation and transportation of perishable goods.

Logistics Challenges: Inadequate infrastructure raises logistics costs, complicating the supply chain for fresh produce.

Handling Practices: Outdated handling methods for fresh fruits contribute to the need for imports.

Despite being a top global producer of tropical fruits such as avocados, pineapples, and bananas, Indonesia imports significant quantities to satisfy both local and international demands.

Fruit Imports Overview

In the 2023-2024 period, Indonesia imported 361 shipments of fruit, primarily from countries like Australia, Thailand, and China. The total value of fruit imports was estimated at $1.45 billion, with apples, grapes, pears, cherries, oranges, and mandarins leading the list of imported fruits.

Key Import Statistics:

Top Tropical Fruits: Mangosteen, snake fruit, dukuh, rose apple, sirsak, and passionfruit.

Leading Import Countries: Australia, Thailand, China, and the United States.

Popular Imported Fruits and Varieties:

In the Indonesian fruit import market, several key fruits and their popular varieties stand out.

Apples

Apples, for instance, are imported mainly in varieties such as Fuji, Granny Smith, and Honeycrisp, with primary sourcing from China, the United States, and South Africa.

Grapes

Grapes come in red, green, and black varieties, primarily imported from Chile, Peru, and South Africa.

Pears

Pears, including Bartlett, Anjou, and Bosc varieties, are sourced mainly from China, the United States, and South Africa.

Cherries

Cherries, both sweet and sour, are predominantly imported from the United States, Chile, and Turkey.

Oranges

For oranges, popular varieties include Navel, Valencia, and blood oranges, mainly coming from the United States, Spain, and Brazil.

Mandarins

Lastly, mandarins, particularly tangerines and satsumas, are primarily imported from China, Spain, and Morocco.

This diverse range of fruits reflects the growing consumer demand for high-quality produce in Indonesia's market.

Leading Fruit Importers in Indonesia

Several companies dominate the fruit import market in Indonesia, sourcing high-quality produce from around the globe. Here are some key players:

PT Lock Lock Indonesia: The top importer, handling 40% of total shipments.

Pacific Supplies Company, Inc.: Shares a 40% market presence with two shipments.

PT Laris Manis Utama: Specializes in importing premium fruits such as grapes and apples.

PT Sewu Segar Nusantara: The sole distributor of Sunpride fruits, focusing on bananas and pineapples.

PT Matahari Sakti: Deals in both fresh and dried fruits from various international markets.

The Role of Indonesia's Shipping Ports

Efficient logistics are crucial for the success of fruit imports, and Indonesia's shipping infrastructure plays a vital role. The country's major sea and container ports facilitate the smooth movement of goods.

Key Shipping Ports in Indonesia:

Port of Tanjung Priok: The largest and busiest port, serving as the main gateway for imports and exports.

Port of Surabaya: A significant hub for shipping, especially for goods destined for eastern Indonesia.

Port of Makassar: Plays a crucial role in trade for the eastern regions of the archipelago.

These ports are equipped to handle a variety of shipping containers, ensuring that fresh produce arrives promptly and in optimal condition.

Final Thoughts

The increasing demand for diverse and high-quality fruits is driving the growth of Indonesia's fruit import market. Importers like PT Lock Lock Indonesia and PT Laris Manis Utama play pivotal roles in sourcing global fruits to meet local needs. As logistics and cold storage capabilities improve, Indonesia is set to continue enhancing its fruit import landscape.

For those interested in entering the Indonesian market or seeking insights on fruit importation, platforms like IndonesiaTradeData.com offer valuable resources and data, ensuring stakeholders are well-equipped to navigate this dynamic sector.

[chloe-the-antihero]

All this time we were blaming our selves for polluting the world's oceans. But turns out it was an Indonesian granny all along. and she would have gotten away with it if it wasn't for that meddling bro. truly a scoobydoo moment.

Indonesia. Trash

[gatsies]

Motivational Monday; Mang Becak

Motivational Monday; Mang Becak

May this song of my people bring you the motivation to get through this Monday. If Granny can still sing and clap and fat pug can still dance with it’s butt, then so can you get through this day too!

[gonnahypatia]

Ch.44 Review: OP is mad at Garden

(Analysis also posted on Wise HQ, feel free to chat with us over there! 🤍🖤🤍)

My my, we have a lot to unpack this week.

Again, forgive me if I say something that someone else has said, I usually work to bring something new/original to the discussion but since the hivemind is so strong it's possible we'll have the same ideas lmao''

First, I'd like to talk about our new mysterious character: The Shopkeeper.

I'm already missing Bluw's design because the assassin granny was just the best, but I can say that Endo's choice was very interesting this time. Since I'm not sure if the Shopkeeper has confirmed pronouns, I'll be using they/them when referring to them. What stands out to me about them at first is that they're, apparently, non-white and if I had to make bets, I'd say Endo wanted to code them as Indian/Middle-Eastern, considering the deep eyebags and the collar of the shirt. If we wanted to go even further, I'd dare to point out their garden doesn't look very Western to me. I don't have words to describe it well, but this garden has a more "busy", crowded and stuffy feeling when compared to western gardening styles, which usually have a lot of open areas with grass. Also, we can see that tower/turret thing at the background that has a more Indian architecture feel to it, so Idk, either Endo put a lot of depth into this character or I am reading too much into it as always lel'. If any Indian / Middle-Eastern folk can confirm or debunk my analysis of fictional gardens, please feel free to hit me up at the DMs~~

About Shopkeeper's opinion on Yor's marriage, I can't say I'm surprised about them not being 100% on board with it and how it affected her job, but it intrigues me how apparently (as Tare pointed out on Discord based on the Indonesian translation) Yor presented this as a real deal and not a scam marriage purely for hiding her Thorn Princess persona. If the Shopkeeper knew it wasn't real, they wouldn't be so worried about "testing" Yor as soon as they met, right? Maybe they're being overly cautious, who knows, but it fills me with all the sad/fluff feelings the thought that Yor presented her family as a real one to a person she shouldn't have to hide anything about, considering her job should be top priority. And talking about hiding stuff...

Garden is with the Mob... And I don't know what to say about it lol'

I had my theories they were still legal to some extent and part of a shadow government that had the official one as a puppet, but their involvement with the Mob makes things kinda tricky (we can also imagine the Gretcher organization is anti-Westalis as well but still...). In a way, I think I'm still right, otherwise I doubt Yor's manager at City Hall would be involved with this as well, so I still stand by my Legal Garden flag.

However, Yor's principles here also make me throw fire at my planning boards because sweetie, this is the f*cking Mafia. To what extent goes the gray morality of Garden and their underlings? Shopkeeper does say the Gretchers have controlled Ostania's underworld in "an honorable fashion". Just what does it mean? To shed the less blood possible? To not allow petty criminals go rampage? Or just eliminate every single enemy in the radar so now they finally managed their revenge in killing the male heirs? There's too much going on here, help.

I would also like to dedicate a minute to our new favorite milf.

God, I am going to simp for Olka hard, I bet on it. She's so pretty, just look at her! Also, sorry to rain on everyone's parade, but while I really crave some mothers bonding time between her and Yor, I have a feeling this lady will be very evil when the time comes. She shouldn't trust nobody at this point, so if there's a moment if she has to sell out Yor, even knowing she has a family of her own at the ship, I feel like she'll do it in a heartbeat, in a twisted way of showing how far a mother's love goes for their children. Again, guys, she's a Cool Mom, but she's also Mafia. Endo already has shown to not pity these gray characters with angsty pasts, so I can see this is as a good opportunity to stop this soft filter / romantization in Yor's lines of work and show what Garden really stands for.

Now, finally, the start of this chapter and arc: Yor.

Gosh, I'm worried. I'm worried for Yor and I'm worried about having too many feelings about a fictional character a.k.a Yor.

During all this time, we were under the impression Yor enjoyed her job due this sense of duty

towards her country, making it even with how it brought her a comfortable life when she was younger and had to care for Yuri. We could even point out that she enjoyed being the Thorn Princess so much she was willing to be part of a scam marriage to appear more normal and not call the attention of authorities.

However, now we see that's not all of it and apparently her worries about Yuri were the very main reason she took this life, to the point that now she realizes Yuri has a life of his own, she doesn't feel the need to do this kind of work anymore. Did she truly feel comfortable with it in the first place? The fact that she "needs to get her motivation" for it truly bugs me and makes me wonder how much of her mental state was sacrificed over these years until she got used to the killing. And while we're on the mood for angst, let's talk about a (not very plausible) scenario in which this is her last job and she manages to leave Garden. Then what is the point of their fake family? It appears to me her new most important matter is Loid and Anya and she wants to put them to safety by not being an assassin anymore, but it still worries me she'd feel out of place somehow, which is a shame because we can really see how she wants to spend real moments with them without worrying about work. Grrr, Endo better treat my girl right or else he'll get these online fists (9`へ´*)9

Well, that's all for this week, let's get our hopes up for the next chapter!! ❤️

[briarthorne]

Briar’s BATMM Universe #3

I think it’s number three. It’s number three right?

So, anyway...

I’m just going to point out what umm... What you call this?

Heritage? Umm... I guess??

TT-TT

I feel like I offended someone. I am so sorry--

Blaze:

Half-Spanish and half- American.

Blaze’s mother is from Native American heritages and Blaze’s dad is Spanish born in America.

Crusher:

1/3 American and the rest is Japanese (i am bad at math oof)

His mother is half Japanese and half American while his dad was a Japanese man born in America.

Granny is Japanese too uwu

Watts:

Half French, Half Russian

She was born and lived in Russia for 13 years of her life basically until she had to move to America. 

Her mother’s French and her dad’s Russian. 

Starla:

She’s Texan

Dad hailed from Texas, mom hailed from Texas. She moved to another state and made a living there from a farm gifted to her by a relative. 

Zeg:

European

All of his parents has a heritage of European. They just decided to move to the US because one of them is half-American soooo...

Stripes:

Indonesian.

His mother was shipped to the US before he was born though, so he never actually got to know the culture.

Darington:

American

That’s it. Basically.

Mom and dad Americans.

[bvnga-aprikot]

OKAY i finally got my second daily pass and i'll try to make this post longer since i can't read the next episode till tomorrow night.

so Mila encounters a racist white woman after Wim ignores her to go directly to Mila and Juna (her granny's brother) EDIT: HE IS NOT HER BROTHER SERUNI WAS JUST RENTING OUT A ROOM IN HIS HOUSE MY APOLOGIES. i think this might be a sign that a murder might take place sooner if not later since i'm starting to notice that Wim kills mostly Dutch girls who insult Indonesians.

maybe that's part of the reason as to why he's drawn to Mila/Seruni? or maybe it gives us insight to his mixed heritage, since it was brought up in a previous episode. i think it might play a role in the future so i'm interested to see it explored, not to mention i still don't know why he's killing people and planting them in his garden in the first place...

then again, i'm not sure if Wim specifically only targets Dutch girls or he just murders anyone who poses a threat to him just like Mila's case, i'm just hoping Mila gets out of this situation safely even though i know a lot of angst and trauma will be involved.

currently liveblogging Garden of the Dead Flowers but i'm not sure of my posts will be able to appear in the tags (idk why but i can never see any of my posts in the tags on give them) and it's interesting bc Mila is basically assumed to be her grandma Seruni who i think ran away, so now she's stuck impersonating her all while trying to get back to her timeline which is pretty stressful ngl

ALSO NO MILA YOUR EVIL GRAMPS HAS YOUR PHONE HE FOUND YOU RUN AND GET YOUR GRANDMAS BROTHER OUT THERE TOO

[dojae-huh]

I will be honest I didn’t like Doyoung at all in the beginning. It was not because of his looks, but more of his personality. In the beginning I just could not find his appeal. I thought he was cute, but what was really off putting when he gave this know it all attitude. I also thought he was attention seeking. For me personally it was a turn off. I can’t speak for everyone, but it could be a turn off for other westerns as well. BTW this is speaking from one American standpoint. Also, when he is in American interviews he doesn’t shine and his English is too broken for Americans/westerns to take the time to listen. As idea attractive Asian for westerns Doyoung is not it. Take Daniel Henney, Henry Golding, and Daniel Dae Kim. This is what most general Americans/westerns find Asian men attractive. Doyoung is too much of a pretty boy. Young girls find him good looking, but older western women would not find him attractive at all. Given his targeted audience for being in a boy group it’s fine, but as he ages he needs to also needs find ways to attract older women who are not grannies. Unfortunately, being a singer he also needs to be attractive to most, so it brings attention to his singing not just his talents alone. This is if Doyoung really wants to grow his fanbase outside of Asian.

*Sorry if this all over the place I wrote this on the fly.

Basically, i-fans are shallow? Heh. But so are Asian fans, and fans in general.

I've noticed many Asian fans like Do for attention he gives his fans, and non-Korean fans specifically. Covers in Indonesian, messages in Chinese, attempts to speak in Japanese. The fanservice stuff.

About the looks. The difference in beauty standarts doesn't stand in the way of idols from other groups. Therefore I think Do's "class president/know it all" stereotype plays a bigger role. He is not a hot bod to simp after, not a cutie to protect at all costs, and not an underdog/so very talented, but mistreated in need of love.

[writing-for-me-at-this-point]

So i thought of that cultural magic from an Indonesian urban legend, really. There's a girl that were saved by her ancestor from getting taken by a local demon (female snake demon who posed as a dancer to lure girls), but the other weren't so lucky.

The way it works is that the maternal ancestor only take over the girl's body when she's unconscious, but it can be done by force if the ghost granny finds it necessary. Usually, girls who are protected by them need to be extra careful when visiting rural areas bcs usually local demons are territorial, they can be twice as hostile when they are around.

Thought to post this before I purged the ask box.

But this is super interesting! I'll definitely look into this because I love learning about this! :D

[peachymilkshakes]

Apperantly i’ve got Indonesian blood in me. After the sister of my grandma passed away, she refused to give us any information about the family of my Granny (my gran didnt even know herself and she had to die that way.) But we found old photographs of my real great grandmother in indonesian attire.

People always bullied me for having “chinese” eyes in highschool. and it seems to be very likely that i have the tiniest amount of Indonesian in me. Interesting.. I wonder what the story behind that is.

[xhyv]

I've been listening to "For Now" a lot lately. I love it and I searched for Music Video on YouTube. I found the video of the story behind the song "For Now" by Kina Grannis. As an Indonesian, of course I was surprised to read this "100 Days in Jakarta".

It's been a long time :)

100 Days In Jakarta

                                                                                         Photo by Rubin Danny 

I disappeared for a few months at the end of last year — perhaps you noticed. I re-emerged in January, and while I wasn’t ready to share my story then, I promised that when I was ready, I would. But, I needed time. Time to be at home with my family and friends; to just exist without having to explain or understand or analyze what had happened. Or perhaps I needed to do just that, but from the privacy of my own home, inside my own brain; to try to make some sense of it all before I was ready to talk about it out in the open. So I’ve taken my time, slowly reacquainting myself with my life and my music and my work and the online world. I’ve started feeling like myself again. However, with life finally inching its way back to normalcy, the thought of reliving the experience just as it’s starting to loosen its grip on me hasn’t felt entirely appealing. I’ve debated quietly moving on and putting it behind me, but as much as part of me has felt compelled to do just that, there is another, bigger part of me that feels like in order to really move past it, I need to share it first. Maybe because I feel like there is something to be learned here. Or maybe because I hope that with sharing it will come some healing, too. Maybe I’m afraid that if I just let it fade away as if it never happened, it will all have been for nothing — as if I’d simply been robbed of those months of my life. In any case, I’m ready to share my story now, or at least the parts of it I’m comfortable disclosing at this time. So here it is, the Cliff’s Notes version of my 100 days in Jakarta.

                                                        En route to the hotel after arriving in Jakarta 

On September 14th, 2015, my band and I head to Jakarta, Indonesia to kick off a 6-city tour in Southeast Asia. I’ve been trying to will this tour into reality for quite a while, and now it’s finally happening. I’m excited. It’s especially meaningful because it’s the last leg of my Elements World Tour. It’s been an incredible run and we’re ending things on a high note. 

The Jakarta show is great. I meet lots of lovely people at the meet and greet afterwards. I’m feeling good. Then, out of nowhere, a group of Immigration officials walk onto the stage and confiscate our passports. They send us back to our hotel, no explanation given. 

We manage a troubled sleep that night, with no idea what’s going on. The next day, the tour promoters (the people that invited us out to Asia and are in charge of the tour) assure us that the issue is nearly resolved and that we’ll be flying out to our next stop in Taiwan that night. But that night passes, and so does the next, and the next. 

After a few excruciating days of waiting, we’re brought in to the Immigration Office for one-on-one questioning. During my interrogation, I learn that our tour promoters failed to get us work visas, and that as a result of playing our concert we have committed visa fraud — a crime, they inform me, that is punishable by a $35,000 fine per person and 5 years in prison. These are shocking words to hear, but since this alleged crime had been committed with neither intent nor any knowledge of it on our part, it seems too outlandish to be an actual threat, and I am convinced once I’ve cleared up this misunderstanding everything will be okay. I explain that our tour promoters had ensured us we did have the correct visas, and in the event that was not true, our contract with them clearly states it was their responsibility to secure the visas–not ours. The officials don’t seem to care. Our names are on the documents, so they are holding us accountable. They lock away our passports and open a criminal investigation.

                                                                      Waiting at the Immigration Office 

We leave the Immigration Office and the tour promoters again reassure us that everything will be fine. “Things are being resolved. We’ll be flying out soon.” Day after day we are told to pack our bags, and day after day our freshly inflated hopes are crushed beneath the weight of another sunset. One day we’re told we’ll be flying out between 4 and 7am, they’ll call our room when our passports are delivered, get sleep while we can. When I wake up at 9am to no news I am shattered. Another day we wait with our luggage in the hotel lobby for our passports to arrive, but they never come. The heartbreaking realization that I need to start canceling tour dates sets in. As the days pass, I announce the cancellation of my shows one by one, each time hoping it will be the last. Eventually the entire tour is scrapped. I am completely devastated. Not only because the tour has ended before it’s begun, robbing me of the joy of sharing my music with the people who have made my career possible, but also because I am letting people down. I hear about fans who have bought flights from Australia and Japan to come see the shows and are frustrated and confused by the sudden and unexplained cancellation. I feel sick and scared and powerless. 

More time passes and the panic has transitioned from threat level orange to very, very red. We’ve gone to the US Embassy. We’ve hired lawyers. No one can help. They don’t understand why we haven’t simply been deported. They say it doesn’t make sense. Every day we’re faced with impossible decisions that could impact the rest of our lives, and the only people who can make them are the five of us. We feel overwhelmed and under-qualified. I desperately want to reach out and tell the world what has happened and seek help from the masses, but our lawyers tell us not to go public or reach out to the press. They say that if people get worked up and the story spreads around the Internet, we risk worsening an already precarious situation and putting ourselves in danger. They say that since we are now suspects in a criminal case, the government could detain us and place us in jail at any moment. They inform us that if our case goes to court, which is seeming more likely by the day, the process could take up to 9 months and, despite the seeming impossibility of it all, could actually end with us being convicted and imprisoned. 

We’re told we can’t engage in work of any kind, as that would be a further breach of the law and could get us detained. Unable to make money and unsure how long this will last, we start to feel a financial strain, with growing legal fees and bills back home still needing to be paid. It’s also getting increasingly harder to handle the stress, and our emotions often get the better of us. I write in my journal that if we don’t go home soon I’m not sure I’ll ever feel happy again. That I’m scared I might have a mental breakdown if it goes on much longer. It feels insane and unjust and no one here seems to grasp the weight of our situation. We came to play one show and now we are facing possible jail time, unable to work, unable to leave. How is this possible? “How?” is a question we eventually learn to stop asking. 

Maintaining our sanity in the face of this situation is challenging. My bandmates and I do what we can to stay healthy and happy(ish) and mentally stable amidst the not knowing how or why or even if we are going home. We stick together. We are there for each other through our tears, fear, and anger. We are a family, and not a day goes by that I’m not filled with intense gratitude for having them in my life. Chris, tour manager and sound engineer, leads us with the fierceness of a papa bear and the cool calm of a monk. Jon, keys, our comic relief, manages to make me smile even on the hardest days. Darla, drums and back up vocals, my health and wellness partner in crime, keeps me accountable for taking care of myself and makes it fun, too. And of course Jesse, guitarist, my husband, my support, my rock, carries me through the moments I can’t navigate alone. Together, we try to fill our days and give ourselves some distraction while we await the unknown. Darla and I learn to crochet. The boys find a weekly basketball game. We swim laps in the hotel pool, we eat, we have movie nights in our hotel rooms. We try to laugh. I cling to exercise and meditation and gratitude journals. I start every day with a list of 10 things I am grateful for. It helps. We have the great fortune of meeting some wonderful Indonesians. They show us around, take us out to eat, make us feel less alone, help us pass the days. 

Being creative has been the last thing on my mind, but about two months in I stumble upon a magic window of time where making music feels possible again. Two little songs pour out of me and help turn some of my pain into something good. I sing about the ache of missing home and the people that come with it. I realize that above all, I am grateful just to be alive, and I sing about that, too. These songs become my lullabies when I’m feeling low. They comfort me. 

Time continues to float by with no progress, save for the occasional false news from the promoters that we’re going home. Our hopes are lifted and dashed over and over again. We meet with our lawyers regularly and each time the news is the same — there is no news. Our case is being shuttled between offices and no one can tell us what is happening or how much longer we might be here. Months have passed and we’re still stuck in Jakarta, still stuck in the same hotel room, still trying to keep it together. Our legal fees have become astronomical. We wonder how we’ll manage, what we’ll have to sell, if the process drags on for the full nine months (or more). We call our friends and family back home daily and this gives us some life. Each person, in their own way, does what they can to help, to show us love, to lift us up. We don’t fully tell them how hard it’s been for us, and they don’t fully tell us how hard it’s been for them either. We all do what we can to protect each other. 

Meanwhile, it feels like our lives are happening without us back home. I miss my cousin’s wedding, at which I was supposed to sing, and break down in the middle of a shopping mall when the song I was going to sing starts playing. My sister gets in a bike accident back home. She’s taken to the hospital and I’m scared and angry that I can’t go see her and make sure she’s alright. We spend Thanksgiving away from our families, the five of us huddled around a table at a chain restaurant in a mall. We take turns talking about our favorite Thanksgiving dishes and we feel a little better. On one of the harder days, I lie alone next to the hotel pool and close my eyes and try to imagine my sisters lounging on the chairs across from me, smiling back, and my parents playing cards at a nearby table. I hold a plumeria flower up to my face and take a deep breath and tell myself I’m in Hawaii with them. I cling desperately to the world I’ve fabricated in my mind and for a moment I feel okay, though I know it’s only a matter of time before I’ll have to open my eyes again and the moment will be gone. I squeeze my eyes shut a little tighter. 

A week before Christmas, we receive an unexpected summons to appear in court for a trial. We sit together beneath three judges who loom above us in giant wooden thrones. It’s the closest we’ve been to any real resolution, but any ounce of excitement at the possibility of going home is stifled by the knowledge that this could also end in imprisonment. This moment will determine our fates. The weight of it hits me like a ton of bricks. I mull over the reality of a jail sentence. I tell myself that if it comes to that, I can be strong. I will survive. 

The trial begins. The judges ask questions and we give honest answers. It continues for a second day. They bring in witnesses. They deliberate. I am asked to make a personal plea. I stand before them and apologize for any offense we have caused. I say that we meant no disrespect to their government or their country. That we had no intention, no knowledge. I add that we would very much like to return home and be with our families for Christmas, and I do my best to choke back my tears. Then, a verdict is reached. 

Guilty. 

Guilty beyond reasonable doubt. 

Sentenced to eight months’ probation and a fine. 

Probation. 

Eight months. The words sink in. 

But wait — our translator explains that we will serve our probation from home in America. 

Home. We’re going home. 

The gavel slams against the wooden table and I feel 3 months of sadness and fear and uncertainty clench in my chest and then, finally, release. We walk outside and call our families with the news, tears and relief and disbelief painting our faces. It’s over. 

At midnight on December 23rd, after being escorted through the airport by immigration officials, our passports are returned to us at our gate. We board a plane and hold hands as it takes off. We make a toast. We cry happy tears and sad ones, too. None of us can believe it’s actually over. After exactly 100 days in Jakarta, we’re going home. 

                                                    The moment our passports were returned to us 

25 Things I Learned From Being Trapped in Jakarta for 100 Days 

1. If you’re still breathing, you have something to be grateful for. Gratitude is the key to everything. 

2. Stop resisting what is. Acceptance. Acceptance. Acceptance. 

3. You can find joy in the most unexpected places. Like homemade chia seed pudding every day forever. 

4. Activated charcoal tablets can be your best friend. (Or — foreign bacteria will crush your spirit as well as your digestive well-being.) 

5. Spend 30 minutes a day on Duolingo studying Spanish for 3 months straight and hot damn you can really learn a lot of Spanish. (Spend a month back at home struggling with mild PTSD and reveling in your newfound freedom and you can forget absolutely everything you learned.) 

6. Sop Buntut. Mie Dok Dok Jawa. Ayam Goreng. (Let’s hear it for Indonesian food.) 

7. You really do burst into tears when a judge slams a gavel and you find out you’re not going to jail. 

8. Cakalang Bakar is a fun phrase to work into your everyday conversation. (Who cares that it means Skipjack Tuna.) 

9. The perfect time to grow out your pixie cut so no one in the world can see all the awkward stages is when you’re held against your will for 100 days and aren’t allowed to post videos on YouTube and also have nothing better to do. 

10. Your friends and family and health is all that matters. Never take these things for granted. 

11. Getting to exist at all is something to be grateful for, and being alive is the greatest adventure. 

12. Mash a banana with a tablespoon of peanut butter and then die a million deaths because tell me that isn’t the best thing you’ve ever tasted. 

13. You don’t know traffic until you’ve sat in a cab in Jakarta for 3 hours to travel all of 5 miles. 

14. Do one thing that makes you proud each day and you’re setting yourself up to feel pretty darn ok with yourself. 

15. Meditation can do a lot for a heavy heart. 

16. The first granny square you ever crochet looks a lot different from what a granny square is supposed to look like. 

17. There are real life angels in the world. 

18. Start every day with an hour-long walk and you’ve already won. 

19. When your whole world exists within the walls of a hotel room, reading can be a beautiful escape. 

20. A healthy body begets a healthy mind begets a healthy body begets… you get it. It’s all connected. You need to take care of yourself. 

21. Appreciate every second with the people you love because you never know when or how they could be taken from you. 

22. Water is life. Drink it all. 

23. If you live in a hotel with a buffet, at some point you have to stop treating meal-time like you’ll never eat again or you might die. Or gain a bazillion pounds. (Or both.) 

24. Never mind the threat of being imprisoned in a foreign land, if you put a bird in my hand, I’m good. (I’m talking about an actual bird, not the expression — shout out to the bird park at Mini Indonesia!) 

25. You have to choose happiness. Every day. Over and over again. Don’t wait for it to find you. 

26. (I know I said 25 things, but this is one takeaway I can’t risk not being hammered in.) If you are a touring performer, please, I beg of you, check, double check, triple check that you have a proper work visa in your passport before you step foot on stage. 

Click to listen to the Jakarta EP. 

Watch the video for “California”  

Watch the video for “For Now" 

[goldemas1244]

Y'know, judging how I myself am a crossbreed, I'm thinking I could make my Transformers OC one too.

I don't know how far back my family tree stretches but I do know there's three main aspects: External (close), External (far), and Internal.

I'll explain all this later on when I do make them but for now let's say this:

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External (close): Insecticons

Creatonotos Gangis + Attacus Atlas

External (far): Triple-changer

Proton Saga, Typewriter, Printer + Toyota Vios, Nokia, Radio

Internal:

Attacus Atlas-Creatonotos Gangis Hybrid (natural), Boeing 747 (received), Toyota Hilux (received), Volvo FMX 440 (received)

+

Laptop (natural), Perodua Viva (received), Hyundai Santa Fe (received), Toyota Yaris (received)

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As you can see the genetic tree is very complex. The reason why there's the 'natural' and 'received' status is because life is complex and sometimes you need a whole lotta alt-modes to live through your jobs. Especially in a society like Cybertron's; to rise up the caste system is no easy feat after all.

Also, since my memory isn't working quite as intended, I can't remember anybody older than my grannies and grandpappies, except for the one. But point is, this tree is also somewhat of an ancestry homage, with the External (Close) being based on dad's ancestry (Indonesian-Malaysian), the External (Far) being mom's (Indian-Malaysian), and they themselves (Malaysian).

So I wasn't lying when I said I was a crossbreed.

[easyfoodnetwork]

How to Bring This Portland Restaurant’s Colorful Outdoor Oasis to Your Home

The fun of dining at Gado Gado isn’t just in the menu. It’s also in its signature playful spirit.

While restaurants around the United States are figuring out how to shift their business to adapt to a new culinary landscape, some teams are having more success making it work. In Portland, Oregon, Thomas and Mariah Pisha-Duffly, the owners of the hit Indonesian restaurant, Gado Gado, have not only figured out how to operate in a socially distanced manner that continues to draw customers (even inspiring them to open a second spot called Oma’s Takeaway), but they’ve managed to maintain the restaurant’s signature playful spirit along the way.

The fun of dining at Gado Gado is apparent in the amped-up flavors of its menu, which draws on Thomas’s Indonesian-Chinese heritage for dishes like Sumatran-style spicy beef rendang (served with coconut rice and a green chile tomatillo sambal), ayam lawar (a shredded chicken and coconut salad with galangal dressing), or a pandan jelly dessert. But it’s the restaurant’s thoughtful Peranakan-inspired design accents mixed in with some psychedelic vintage finds that truly make it an experience. Even now with a closed dining room, the Pisha-Dufflys have brought some of the restaurant’s bold design scheme to its two outdoor patios.

“When we were designing the restaurant, it felt like a really great opportunity to communicate ourselves through design,” says Mariah Pisha-Duffly. “There were a lot of spaces opening up around us that were extremely beautiful but minimal, and we wanted to go the opposite way and do something maximal and full of pattern.” When reimagining the dining room for the outdoors, the duo continued the theme with mismatched rugs, oilcloth tablecloths, and other delightful personal touches, all while trying to keep costs low.

Below, Mariah Pisha-Duffly explains how they made Gado Gado into a colorful outdoor oasis, and how to bring the Gado Gado brand of power-clashing onto your patio or into your home.

Remix your old stuff with new purpose

The black light poster works as decor and a way to communicate instructions for social distancing.

“When we started to rethink the patio for the year of COVID, it felt like working with what we had, and being really resourceful was necessary,” says Pisha-Duffly. “The bathrooms inside Gado Gado are filled with themed ’70s fantasy art. We brought this black light poster outside, and we made little word bubbles on it to let people know where to find their takeout. It didn’t used to be that you needed all these instructions for customers, but you do now, and we wanted to make it beautiful and fun.”

Shop it: Black light posters

Whether you place them in the bathroom or the bedroom, ’70s-style black light posters give the space a trippy element.

Add bold personal touches

Design features like this gallery wall and custom-designed wallpaper had to remain inside.

“Thomas’s family is Chinese, but his grandmother lived in Indonesia, Singapore, and Malaysia, before coming to the U.S. You see a lot of Peranakan design throughout Southeast Asia — full of patterns, tiles, and intricate carvings. Inside, we have a big portrait of his grandmother painted on the wall by artist Kate Blairstone (she also did our amazing wallpaper with shellfish and birds) and a mask that my grandparents got while living in Indonesia. Whenever you collect something it tells the stories of who you are and what you like, and getting the opportunity to put that in the restaurant was really special.”

Shop it: Patterned wallpaper and paintings

Blairstone has made dozens of custom wall accents that speak to each individual owner’s story. Whether you fancy a version with oysters, flowers, or carrots, she’s available to make works on request that speak to one’s story. You can also find wallpaper with similar motifs on Etsy.

Don’t be afraid to mix and match

Plates and bowls come in various vintage patterns.

“Once I knew we were going to open Gado Gado, I could finally get all this thrift store stuff that I’ve wanted to buy for forever. I would go to Goodwill three or four days a week, just collecting things.”

Shop it now: Power-clashing vintage plates

Part of what makes dining at Gado Gado special is that none of the plates and glassware match, which means each time you dine there it might be a little different. The cornucopia of palettes somehow never feels like too much, but rather, it functions almost like a sewn-together quilt that uses a kaleidoscope of fabrics that come together beautifully. Vintage, granny-esque floral plates are given an exhilarating new life here.

Serve your drinks in ice cream sundae cups

Now that it’s colder, slushie cocktails aren’t on offer. Instead, Gado Gado serves cocktails like this one, the Honey Honey, in sundae glasses.

“This summer we were doing a lot of slushy cocktails made with things like freshly juiced turmeric and ginger, tamarind, coconut, lime, and tequila. We like to add fun garnishes to them, too.”

Shop it now: Old-fashioned ice cream sundae cups

These clear glass tumblers are usually the vessels for heaping scoops of strawberry ice cream with a fudge swirl, whipped cream, and sprinkles, but they are equally useful for spicing up an after-work drink. Add a fun garnish to complete the effect.

Have fun with lights

Gado Gado’s disco takeout tent is no more, but string lights still provide some whimsy.

“Initially we were doing takeout and delivery that was extremely no contact and figuring ways to make the experience personal and hospitable within the framework. We had a takeout tent with disco balls, flashing lights, and fake mangosteens — things that still communicated fun and warmth without physical contact. Someone called it a “block party for one.” And it’s true, we love rainbow lights, to the point that we have a giant fruit bowl full of LED remotes because at this point we own so many rainbow light set-ups.”

Shop it: Party lights

Bring the party back home with these funky light options. “For lighting we like to go really cheesy,” Pisha-Duffly says.

Incorporate more pattern with plants

“We worked with this great company called Appetite that brought us plants such as palms, yucca trees, succulents, and ginseng plants. They have fabric buckets, and when they stopped by they were like, ‘What color palette [are you] thinking of for the bases?’ and we were laughing, like, ‘Nothing is off the table, our restaurant is a rainbow.’”

Shop it now: Fabric planters

Make your table restaurant-worthy

Oilcloth is practical and has the added benefit of being in keeping with Gado Gado’s colorful style.

“Oilcloth is so cool. It’s durable and it’s fairly inexpensive — we have versions with golden floral prints, orange, and a sort of blue and red floral thing happening.”

Shop it now: Oil cloth prints

As Eater has documented in the past, oilcloth is a popular choice for many restaurants, and you can bring it into your own space. Even the messiest of eaters won’t have trouble cleaning them, and the more tablecloth options you have, the more backdrops for taking Instagram-worthy food photos.

Bring rugs outdoors

“Having all the rugs outside was a fun way to create a sense of comfort that’s super affordable.”

Shop it now: Outdoor rugs

Rugs don’t only have to stay inside. These versions can bear the brunt of rainy Portland weather, bringing a little bit of sunshine as they do.

Emma Orlow is a writer for Eater, Grub Street, T: The New York Times Style Magazine, and Bon Appétit (among others), where she covers the intersection of the food and design worlds. Celeste Noche is a Portland-based photographer.

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The fun of dining at Gado Gado isn’t just in the menu. It’s also in its signature playful spirit.

While restaurants around the United States are figuring out how to shift their business to adapt to a new culinary landscape, some teams are having more success making it work. In Portland, Oregon, Thomas and Mariah Pisha-Duffly, the owners of the hit Indonesian restaurant, Gado Gado, have not only figured out how to operate in a socially distanced manner that continues to draw customers (even inspiring them to open a second spot called Oma’s Takeaway), but they’ve managed to maintain the restaurant’s signature playful spirit along the way.

The fun of dining at Gado Gado is apparent in the amped-up flavors of its menu, which draws on Thomas’s Indonesian-Chinese heritage for dishes like Sumatran-style spicy beef rendang (served with coconut rice and a green chile tomatillo sambal), ayam lawar (a shredded chicken and coconut salad with galangal dressing), or a pandan jelly dessert. But it’s the restaurant’s thoughtful Peranakan-inspired design accents mixed in with some psychedelic vintage finds that truly make it an experience. Even now with a closed dining room, the Pisha-Dufflys have brought some of the restaurant’s bold design scheme to its two outdoor patios.

“When we were designing the restaurant, it felt like a really great opportunity to communicate ourselves through design,” says Mariah Pisha-Duffly. “There were a lot of spaces opening up around us that were extremely beautiful but minimal, and we wanted to go the opposite way and do something maximal and full of pattern.” When reimagining the dining room for the outdoors, the duo continued the theme with mismatched rugs, oilcloth tablecloths, and other delightful personal touches, all while trying to keep costs low.

Below, Mariah Pisha-Duffly explains how they made Gado Gado into a colorful outdoor oasis, and how to bring the Gado Gado brand of power-clashing onto your patio or into your home.

Remix your old stuff with new purpose

The black light poster works as decor and a way to communicate instructions for social distancing.

“When we started to rethink the patio for the year of COVID, it felt like working with what we had, and being really resourceful was necessary,” says Pisha-Duffly. “The bathrooms inside Gado Gado are filled with themed ’70s fantasy art. We brought this black light poster outside, and we made little word bubbles on it to let people know where to find their takeout. It didn’t used to be that you needed all these instructions for customers, but you do now, and we wanted to make it beautiful and fun.”

Shop it: Black light posters

Whether you place them in the bathroom or the bedroom, ’70s-style black light posters give the space a trippy element.

Add bold personal touches

Design features like this gallery wall and custom-designed wallpaper had to remain inside.

“Thomas’s family is Chinese, but his grandmother lived in Indonesia, Singapore, and Malaysia, before coming to the U.S. You see a lot of Peranakan design throughout Southeast Asia — full of patterns, tiles, and intricate carvings. Inside, we have a big portrait of his grandmother painted on the wall by artist Kate Blairstone (she also did our amazing wallpaper with shellfish and birds) and a mask that my grandparents got while living in Indonesia. Whenever you collect something it tells the stories of who you are and what you like, and getting the opportunity to put that in the restaurant was really special.”

Shop it: Patterned wallpaper and paintings

Blairstone has made dozens of custom wall accents that speak to each individual owner’s story. Whether you fancy a version with oysters, flowers, or carrots, she’s available to make works on request that speak to one’s story. You can also find wallpaper with similar motifs on Etsy.

Don’t be afraid to mix and match

Plates and bowls come in various vintage patterns.

“Once I knew we were going to open Gado Gado, I could finally get all this thrift store stuff that I’ve wanted to buy for forever. I would go to Goodwill three or four days a week, just collecting things.”

Shop it now: Power-clashing vintage plates

Part of what makes dining at Gado Gado special is that none of the plates and glassware match, which means each time you dine there it might be a little different. The cornucopia of palettes somehow never feels like too much, but rather, it functions almost like a sewn-together quilt that uses a kaleidoscope of fabrics that come together beautifully. Vintage, granny-esque floral plates are given an exhilarating new life here.

Serve your drinks in ice cream sundae cups

Now that it’s colder, slushie cocktails aren’t on offer. Instead, Gado Gado serves cocktails like this one, the Honey Honey, in sundae glasses.

“This summer we were doing a lot of slushy cocktails made with things like freshly juiced turmeric and ginger, tamarind, coconut, lime, and tequila. We like to add fun garnishes to them, too.”

Shop it now: Old-fashioned ice cream sundae cups

These clear glass tumblers are usually the vessels for heaping scoops of strawberry ice cream with a fudge swirl, whipped cream, and sprinkles, but they are equally useful for spicing up an after-work drink. Add a fun garnish to complete the effect.

Have fun with lights

Gado Gado’s disco takeout tent is no more, but string lights still provide some whimsy.

“Initially we were doing takeout and delivery that was extremely no contact and figuring ways to make the experience personal and hospitable within the framework. We had a takeout tent with disco balls, flashing lights, and fake mangosteens — things that still communicated fun and warmth without physical contact. Someone called it a “block party for one.” And it’s true, we love rainbow lights, to the point that we have a giant fruit bowl full of LED remotes because at this point we own so many rainbow light set-ups.”

Shop it: Party lights

Bring the party back home with these funky light options. “For lighting we like to go really cheesy,” Pisha-Duffly says.

Incorporate more pattern with plants

“We worked with this great company called Appetite that brought us plants such as palms, yucca trees, succulents, and ginseng plants. They have fabric buckets, and when they stopped by they were like, ‘What color palette [are you] thinking of for the bases?’ and we were laughing, like, ‘Nothing is off the table, our restaurant is a rainbow.’”

Shop it now: Fabric planters

Make your table restaurant-worthy

Oilcloth is practical and has the added benefit of being in keeping with Gado Gado’s colorful style.

“Oilcloth is so cool. It’s durable and it’s fairly inexpensive — we have versions with golden floral prints, orange, and a sort of blue and red floral thing happening.”

Shop it now: Oil cloth prints

As Eater has documented in the past, oilcloth is a popular choice for many restaurants, and you can bring it into your own space. Even the messiest of eaters won’t have trouble cleaning them, and the more tablecloth options you have, the more backdrops for taking Instagram-worthy food photos.

Bring rugs outdoors

“Having all the rugs outside was a fun way to create a sense of comfort that’s super affordable.”

Shop it now: Outdoor rugs

Rugs don’t only have to stay inside. These versions can bear the brunt of rainy Portland weather, bringing a little bit of sunshine as they do.

Emma Orlow is a writer for Eater, Grub Street, T: The New York Times Style Magazine, and Bon Appétit (among others), where she covers the intersection of the food and design worlds. Celeste Noche is a Portland-based photographer.

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[pemaladesi]

For my birthday, my husband pampered me all day. He woke me with my favorite breakfast, our supper was from my favorite Thai restaurant, 4 Seasons, and dessert was homemade cake. (Image 1) Eggs Benedict, made with vegetarian salmon, a poached egg, and a really beautiful, scrumptious homemade Hollandaise sauce. We didn't have English muffins, so the base was my favorite whole grain toast. I know this isn't a traditional Eggs Benedict, but it was the best vegetarian version I have ever had. (Image 2) Panang curry in the bowl, chow mein and papaya salad on the side, with steamed white rice (not shown), all from 4 Seasons restaurant here in Tucson. My husband couldn't resist adding something homemade to the meal, so we also had Indonesian cheese-filled garlic naan from the spectacular recipe at www.curiousnut.com/no-knead-garlic-cheese-naan/ from AiPing's wonderful recipe blog. (Image 3) Homemade applesauce-spice oil cake with minced crystallized ginger. The applesauce was homemade with Granny Smith apples. The spices were clove, Vietnamese cinnamon, and white pepper. (I had to remind him to add the pepper; he has a lighter hand with spices than I do. ;) ) The frosting was a caramel buttercream, also homemade. What a wonderful way to make a woman feel loved. #birthday #veggies #vegetarian #foodpics #foodphotograpy #instafood #foodlovers #healthyfood #foodshare #recipes #homemade #creatives #homecooking #kitchen #nom #nomnom #eeeeeats #foodaholic #delicious #homecook #delish #eat #eating #food #foodie #tasty #hungry #homechef (at Tucson, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/CE0h8b8BZPo/?igshid=4821zg03amdx