Wednesday 27 November 2013

Bola Basket Bonanza

After I started helping out with my high school's basketball team, I met a group of kids my age who also help out with the team. Bagus, my dearest of these homies, invited me to come play with his club basketball team called Punai. After my first practice, Coach Ardi was fond enough of my lank and my skills to invite me to be permanent member of the squad. After two practices with the team, we had a tournament at the Palembang Sports and Convention Center. The arena was originally constructed for the 2011 South East Asia games to which Palembang played host. My expectations of the magnitude of the arena or the legitimacy of the tournament were greatly exceeded upon my arrival at the stadium.


Some high school teams played before us and the fans came in great numbers, drums and endless chants included. Very reminiscent of European soccer games.



I knew we had a solid squad coming into the tourney. I rotated on center with two other tall humans. I have come to expect a reasonable level of attention anywhere that I go in Palembang, as it is not a tourist city and white guys are few and far between. In this case, the attention compounded with my pre-ballin' nerves, so my performance on the court was less than great. My teammates could sense my anxiety and continued to tell me to 'woles'- Indonesian for 'chill out'. Some of my students and friends came to watch the games, and it helped to have some familiar, friendly faces in the crowd. What did not help was the emcee, who felt it necessary to scream "AIRBALL!!" into the microphone after my attempted three-point shot. At least she knew some English...


Bagus and I post-game. Bagus is Indonesian
for 'good' so you can imagine the fun
I have with his name.
Minus and I. He is the star of the best
high school team in town- Xavierius 3,
and also the star of our team.
Girls game prior to our third match.
The whole gang. 'Keep Smile!'
We played four games, winning the first two by landslides and losing the second two in nail-biters against som more formidable opponents. I scored a whomping two points in four games, but I was actually pretty happy that I didn't play very well. I already felt kind of bogus walking on to the team and stealing playing time away from players who had been with the team all year. I attribute a lot of that to the fact that I am an exotic foreigner, and maybe a little bit to my ferocious defensive playing style and god-given lank that was intended for the basketball court.  

Head Coach Ardi and Me.
Assistant Coach and Me.
After the last game, which ended at midnight on Saturday night, we headed to the nearest warung for a post-game munch. I feel so blessed to have found a team to belong to. It made me feel so comfortable, stretching in the locker room with my new team, warming up with serious faces and occasional jokes. I loved feeling nervous before going out onto the court. It is a feeling that I have experienced throughout my life, and it transcends time or place. There is a comradery that one builds with his teammates that cannot be recreated in any other social setting. Battling on the court for each other, supporting each other through thick and thin, sweating and laughing and celebrating together. For as long as I can remember, I have always had a team- a group of friends who you care for without question or explanation, but simply because they are your teammates. I have this team now in Palembang and it certainly helps to make my new home to feel a lot less foreign.

Thursday 14 November 2013

On Feeling Loved

     It’s easy to feel loved at home. The people you spend your time with have shown you a thousand different ways that they love you, so much so that you understand it deeply and take it for granted. One does not have this luxury when experiencing a completely new environment or living in a different country. You don’t automatically feel loved just for being with the people you are with. And that may be the hardest part about experiencing a new situation or community.

     Though white privilege has allowed me the luxury of instant attention and interest upon my arrival in Indonesia, I knew deep down that my new friends wanted to spend time with me and buy me dinner not because they got to know me and liked the person that I am, but because my skin color and nationality are novelties in their city. My understanding of this allowed me to see past their kind but empty exhibits of affection. What I have truly appreciated are the times when my new friends have shown me that they love me because they see me as an individual and consider me a part of their community.


     Today, the basketball coach of my high school’s team, which I have been playing with since my arrival, gave me a team uniform. I instantly ran into the bathroom and threw it on. I was ecstatic about receiving this precious gift from my coach. Not only did it make me feel like part of their basketball community, but the jersey had my coach’s name on it. This means that it is probably his only jersey, and in giving it to me he has shown me that he is truly happy to have me play with his team. Not because I am a tall white kid from America, but because I am his new friend and coworker named Matthew. I feel that his gift is a sign that he has appreciated my presence and is looking forward to the relationship that we will continue to build throughout the next 7 months of my involvement with the school and team. Today, I truly felt loved.

     And I truly love the people who share their basketball practices with me. I am so grateful to spend time with my new friends and students on the court. It is a time for us bond, not only through nice passes and teamwork, but through silly jokes in broken bahasa Indonesia or universally understood physical comedy. I feel loved when one of my students helps me to learn a new word in bahasa Indonesia. It shows me that he understands my interest in his language and wants to share it with me. I feel loved when one of my students plays a prank on me and laughs with me because it shows that he understands my sense of humor and wants to share his own sense of humor with me. I feel loved when my students make me do push-ups and run stairs with them. It shows me that they don’t see me as a special guest who deserves special care, but that they see me as a part of their team. Feeling loved isn’t always about feeling special. It’s about feeling like you are such a part of something greater than yourself that it’s impossible for you to feel special. 

Monday 11 November 2013

Indonesian Proverbs

A collection of Indonesian proverbs I have heard around school and from friends:

·        "Ada gula ada semut." (My student used this in her English speech competition)
o   Translation: Where there is sugar, there are ants.
o   Meaning: Along the lines of 'too good to be true'.
o   Relevance: There are ants everywhere in Indonesia, and they always find the sugar. 


·        "Bagai kerakap di atas batu, hidup segan mati tak mau." 
o   Translation: Like a kerakap leaf on a rock, not living but not dying.
o   Kerakap is the leaf of sirih tree and is known for its resilience and longevity.But when it is plucked from the tree, it will eventually die.
o   Meaning: A life without purpose. 
o   Relevance: Each individual is expected to live with purpose as part of society.

·        "Guru kencing berdiri, murid kencing berlari."
o   Translation: The teacher urinates while standing, the pupil urinates while running.
o   Meaning: A student or youngster will always want to learn from the teacher/elder.
o   Relevance: Indonesians have great respect for their elders  


·        "Sekali merengkuh dayung, dua pulau terlampaui."
o   TranslationOne stroke of the paddle, two islands passed.
o   Meaning: The Indonesian equivalent of 'two birds with one stone'.
o   Relevance: This seems to be a universal idea about the benefits of multi-tasking

·        "Luka di kaki, sakit seluruh badan."
o   Translation: A pain in the foot, the whole body feels it.
o   Meaning: Society is unified, if one part struggles, the whole society struggles
o   Relevance: Community is very important in Indonesia, and all members of the community/society are concerned with the well-being of each individual, as they know that each is an important part of the community's well-being.


·        "Kasih anak sepanjang galah, kasih ibu sepanjang jalan."
o   Translation: The love from a child is as long as a stick, the love from a mother is as long as a road
o   Meaning: A mother's love is eternal
o   Relevance: This is a universal truth (love you mom).

·        “Orang tua mahal anak raja, anak mahal orang tua patik” (Co-teacher told me this one when we were discussing differences between Indonesian and American families)
o   Translation: Parents are rich, the children are kings, when the kids are rich, parents are slaves.
o   Meaning: Children inherently reap the benefits of their parents’ wealth, parents do not have that luxury.
o   Relevance: It is a comment on the selfish children who do not take care of their parents when they have reached a level of financial independence. In Indonesia, it is expected that children take care of their parents until they pass. As far as I know, there are no nursing homes in Indonesia. 


I used this website as a reference, check it out for some more Indonesian proverbs:
http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Talk:Indonesian_proverbs

Friday 8 November 2013

The English Library

       I learned about the English Library from my friend Ryan, who is a Palembangese friend completing his masters in English Literature. He spends a lot of time at the library and invited me to join him for their Fall Festival this Friday night.

       The library was created by a man named Louis and his family, who are originally from Los Angeles but have lived in Indonesia for 8 years. The library contains over 2,000 books in English. A yearly membership to the library costs the USD equivalent of 80 cents. There are two other American families who live in Palembang and help out with the library. The rotate certain books with different schools/libraries around South Sumatra to keep their stock fresh. They have over 2,000 members, and around 200 who actively visit the library and participate in their events and seminars. 

       Tonight they threw a Fall Festival party, which included bobbing for apples, a costume contest, various games, pictures painted by the members of the art club, along with delicious American fall treats like pumpkin cookies, apple pie, and popcorn. I brought a bottle of sparkling apple juice. After I popped it and the Indonesians heard that it was non-alcoholic, it was gone in 60 seconds. 

       Here are some pictures from the Fall Festival, along with a little taste of a typical dinner in Palembang city. Ryan, Samar, and I met up with some other friends to eat again after the festival.

Minnie Mouse. All of the contestants
came out of the back and did a
run-way sketch for the audience.
Ugly Betty
Rapunzel
Hey Arnold!
This one was a pleasant surprise!
Mad Scientist screaming
about taking over the world.
Contest Winner: Smurf!
I thought he was Tobias at first.
Superman!
Wall of books!
Contestants giving their
final plea for the voters.
Cat, Indonesia War Hero,
Ninja, and Ugly Betty
Posing with the contestants.
That's Bruno Mars in front right.
Posing with Ms. Chicago!
With Ryan at the warung post-party.
This is typical place for Indonesians
to eat out. Usually an outdoor kitchen
and seating under tents.
Ryan getting his chat on.
Some street musicians pop in for a performance.
This happens all the time at warungs.
Afterwards they go around and collect tips.
The menu. No prices, just a list of the various
dishes offered. Sorry that it's sideways...

My delicious meal, Sate Ayam (Chicken Sate),
with peanut sauce and rice.
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Sunday 3 November 2013

Happy 36th Anniversary SMA Negeri 5 Palembang

THIS Friday and Saturday, November 1st and 2nd, 2013, SMAN 5 Palembang celebrated its 36th anniversary/birthday. In style.

Students assemble for the pre-parade ceremony. 
Posing with some teachers. I was the
only person wearing shorts, and everyone
was quite taken-aback by my
liberal/inappropriate garb for the event. 
Headmaster rings the ceremonial gong.
Headmaster Pak Budi
speaking before the students. 
Each class had their own
 costumes and decorations.

A mass of balloons sent into the sky
with the SMAN 5 flag.

Students stop traffic to cross
the street for the parade. We walked
for about an hour through Palembang.
Pak Budi oversees the street crossing.



Most of the signs all said 'Happy Birthday'. One of
my fellow English teachers was upset that
they did not use the 'proper' term, anniversary.
I was very impressed by the
students' efforts and creativity.





The Kirby class was my favorite.
Real men wear pink.

They made 5 huge signs and posted
them aroundthe school grounds.
Chillin' with Extreme Class.
We're a tough bunch.
After the parade, we returned to the school and
each class performed a song and dance. 
More balloons to be sent to the heavens.
The cake was a pyramidal mound of rice
with eggs and vegetables stuck into it.  
The other sugary cake in front of the teachers.
Headmaster Budi slices the cake.
Everyone then proceeded to feed
each other, one by one.

Each class made a bunch of presents and
threw them in a pile. Representatives then
came and got 10 seconds to grab as many as they could. 
The next day, we returned for more celebration.
Here the teachers pose before the cooking contest.
Student rock bands jammed throughout the whole celebration. So many of them are amazing musicians.
Confused bule stands fearing his inevitable
failure during the Nasi Goreng (Fried Rice)
cooking contest. They chose me as anchor
and I did a great job ruining all of their hard work.
The Ibus were all pros at cooking Nasi Goreng.
It was awesome to watch them do their thing.
Grinding chilis and vegetables on the stone.  
Great cooking face. She knows she's good. 
Rock stars take a break.
Poster for the poster contest.
 They were amazing.




Some amazing artwork. Got me thinking
 that I need to do more art projects in class.

A judge looks scrupulously
 at one of the posters.
Next were the games.
Rifki poses in front  of the relay track.
Ibu sits and waits for her turn to play 'Bisa Jadi'.
A word is put on her head and she must use
clues from her partner to guess the word.
'Bisa Jadi' means 'Could Be' in Indonesian.
Krazy kids.
Some students practice for the relay race.


                              
This weekend I learned a valuable lesson: Indonesians know how to party.