Being Single in Hollywood

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To kick things up a bit on Tatter Scoops. Please welcome Trias. She’s a friend of mine, a beautiful Indonesian girl living in Los Angeles, California. This how she described herself:  “To me, it’s all about taking chances, it’s about trusting that people were put in life for me to capitalize on the opportunity. I work hard, party harder but study the hardest cuz life is short yet moves so fast. ♥” Don’t you just love that? Please give her some warm love.

“Being single used to mean that nobody wanted you. Now it means you’re pretty, sexy, and you’re taking your time deciding how you want your life to be and who you want to spend it with.”
(Sex and the City)
~o~

Hi, I’m Trias and I’m single. :)

When Maureen posted on her Facebook looking for a guest blogger, I had no idea what I wanted to write if I were featured as one considering most of her posts are about her son, Lil’ A. That cute little boy with sparkling eyes and naughty smirk –boy, is he handsome or what!

But then I was like.. hey, I could relate to that.. well, somewhat.. just not in a mommy kind of way. I, for sure, deal with many-many boys over these years. So.. sit tight, you’re about to hear the ugly, sweet, and fun boy(s) stories of mine.

March 2006.

The Hollyweird Weirdo

It was my first date with this guy named Billy. Please-please believe me and my eyes, he’s not only cute but also tall! He also got this cute smile with hazel eyes that amazed me until… I listened to the words he’s saying.

Boy, I tell ya, all he talked about throughout the night was.. him, him and him, and well.. him. He loves himself so much not once he asked about me. Listen to what he said:

What else do you want to know about me? Ask me questions!
Want to touch my arms? Here
*folding his arms, showing off his biceps* I just worked out, feel it!
And my chest
*pulling his chest up* Feel it
Am I as cute as you said on your emails?
I do yoga. I can show you my yoga moves. I’m very flexible ya know

OMG! this guy, I can’t believe him! I couldn’t help but laughing. Not because he’s funny, but because he’s such a little kid trapped in an oh-so-hot 29 yr old guy. Oh, let’s not forget, he’s also an actor. Well, duh?! This is Hollywood! Aren’t everyone in this town an aspiring actor? He’s blabbing about his short film, about him being a writer and oh of course he also modeled before, for some magazine or some sort. I was like (in my head).. OK OK, I GET IT. You’re hot, you’re an actor, you’re a model. SO WHAT?! (I swear I wanted to run out)

That’s not the weird part of the story, by the way.

When I walked back to my car, he walked right past me, and FYI, I have this thing of checking out a guy’s butt all the time hehe.. so of course, I looked at his behind.. and OMG! He.. umm.. he freakin‘ wore thongs!

That’s it. Big turn off. No second date for the thong guy!

April 2006

• Next time, Actually LISTEN to your Friends

There was this Yugoslavian guy that I met at a bar last week who asked me out to dinner. My close friends said he was ugly, weird and slimy. They told me not to go, but knowing me I went anyways, because I remember him being tall, got accent, and cute….. well.. I thought he was.. until last night.

When I saw him, I still thought he’s tall and cute…. until he smiled. Bad teeth hahahaha. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound rude or mean, but really, he’s in desperate need of braces. I’m just saying. But anyways, we had dinner and had small conversation. He sounded cool at first, until he asked me Do you smoke pot? WTF?!

I asked if he’d been married before, he said I AM.

I said, Well, I can’t hang out with you then. How long have you been married?
He said, 6 months.
WTF???!

I became less and less interested to continue the dinner. I mean.. Hello?! I’m not about to mess around with someone’s husband! So, I stopped asking questions. But then he asked if I were married. I said no, and told him that I’m divorced. He asked if I got any kids. In which I answered no. But then he said I do. Two. They’re in Yugoslavia now.

Eeeekkk! Married for only 6 months with 2 kids left behind and there he was, on a date with moi.

Ooohkkaay. Time to call it the night. Ciao!

Stay tuned for more… ;)

7 Things You’ll Face After Moving to Your Husband’s Country

Wedding Reception

After your dream wedding, you’re now officially Mrs. Someone. Your new life as a couple will start in a foreign country if you decided to follow your husband, which is usually the case.

There are many many adjustments we – the Indonesian wives have to deal with and here are just some fun list of things that you might face after you got married and supposedly moved to your husband’s foreign country:

  • People will stare at you less: Ehm…remember those annoying stares you used to get in Jakarta (or Indonesia in general)? Well, the natives in your husband’s country won’t stare at you from head to toes – at least maybe not as obvious as Indonesian does.
  • Housewife chores: Yes, my dear…chances are maids or domestic helpers will be way too expensive unlike back home in Indonesia. Get used to cleaning, cooking and doing everything independently!
  • When strangers approached and tell you “Nice, shoes!” or “Pretty dress!” they actually genuinely meant the compliment so take it and stop getting suspicious! You’re not in Jakarta where I’d question if that person have any hidden agenda or trying to hypnotize me.
  • Snows are pretty. First time in the snow? Don’t worry about your spouse making fun of how you walk…since there is no snow in Indonesia. Bundle up…and Chapstick is your best friend!
  • You will crave Indonesian foods and if your spouse can’t stomach too much of them, chances are you will be sneaking to cook it while he’s at work and raised your shoulder pretend not knowing why your whole house smells like terasi (shrimp paste) or better yet ikan asin (salty fish).  — thanks God I never have to do this but I heard stories from friends that they had to opened all windows so the smell evaporates!
  • Get used to people asking if you’re from the Philippines and some won’t even know where Indonesia is just tell them South East Asia, unless of course you have the time to explain that Indonesia is not in Bali.
  • If you are tiny itty bitty Indonesian lady, chances are you will find their clothing sizes too big but don’t worry they do have size 0!  If you’re not itty bitty like myself – consider yourself lucky! You’ll find clothes that fit you perfectly.

Winter & Kaidangku

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So this is our first winter experience in China and we didn’t really expect it would get this cold! Especially since most houses/apartments here doesn’t have a central heating system, it feels chillier inside our apartment than outside. I’ve been noticing our neighbors walking around inside their homes wearing thick jackets just like what you’d wear to go out in this wintery season. DH had to explain that most places doesn’t have heater thus the extra clothing.

When I first got here, it wasn’t this cold and I still ‘managed’ to go out and about wearing a t-shirt but I noticed the local Chinese were already fully armed in their thick winter jackets, coats, and boots. Ooooh the boots! Don’t even let me start on that one because that deserves an entry of its own.

What I think cute is how I keep spotting Chinese babies all heavily bundled up from head to toe but that open-crotch ‘tradition’ makes their tiny little bums hanging out and exposed to the cold. I wonder if those cute tiny bums ever get frost bite. That’s actually one of the things about China living that I’m so eager to take a picture of. I’ve seen these babies around with their “kaidangku” (literally “open-crotch pants”) when I first got here in summer.

First impression? Baffled and amused!

The first baby I saw was lying down on her back in her nice stroller being pushed by her Ayi (Nanny) for an afternoon stroll. I immediately noticed this uncommon sight (at least where I came from it is uncommon) as I saw the open crotch and a diaper being laid underneath her instead.

Since then I’ve seen more sights and learn that this is a common Chinese practice when it comes to babies. When I Google about this, I found some blog that basically says diapers is unavailable in China. That is wrong! I haven’t seen all parts of China yet but I do know that one can find diapers at local supermarkets here, maybe not so much in the rural areas.

The sizing is a little off in my opinion and as a mommy, I am having a hard time finding the right size diapers/pull-ups for my little boy. He’s big for a kid his age and wears a size 7 Pampers back in the US and not potty train yet as he just turned 2 last month. Here, the sizings are similar to Indonesia, ranging from Small to Extra Large (although in Indonesia you can find diapers in XXL size).

Anyway, back to the famous sight of “kaidangku”, it turned out that the Chinese starts their baby’s potty training early. One can easily spot a mother (or Ayi) squatted down with her baby on the side of the road and making a whistling sounds to encourage their baby to pee (I had personally witnessed one grandma did this while holding the baby above a trash can inside a mall).

One of DH’s friends says you can always tell the sex of the child simply by learning the distinguishingly different sounds they use to encourage urination. This approach is very similar to the ones practice in Indonesia although there, most people just use a regular ‘pssss’ sounds for both genders. Indonesians mostly use cloth diapers for their babies although the conveniences of using disposable diapers are widely spread now.

I know it’s not right to compare this culture to the western ones but I just can’t help but wondering the hygiene aspects of it all. Yes, the baby will not be dealing with diaper rash by being ‘air dry’ most of the time and it does save the planet by reducing garbage from disposable diaper. But what about germs? God knows big cities such as Guangzhou is heavily polluted already, so exposing one’s genital in open air doesn’t sounds very clean to me, especially if it’s a baby girl. Also, it is unsanitary for them to be peeing and pooping everywhere (not to mention the disturbing stinky smells!).

Maybe it’s all a culture thing that one must appreciate without asking too much questions (like myself obviously!). This ‘kaidangku’ reminds me of my own mother back in Indonesia who is strongly repulsed by the idea of using baby wipes to do the clean up after a messy diaper my son created while I consider it totally normal thing.

Anyway back to the weather, yesterday I woke to a 6 degrees Celsius (that’s like 42 F) temperature…but it feels a lot more colder indoor. The highest temperatures now are in the 18-20 Celsius (64-68F). I know it’s not as cold as the winter back in the US but at least people in the US should be thankful for their central heater.

So since it will still be pretty cold (at least to us!), I decided to store Lil’ A’s shorts in a different room. I sure do hope spring will come soon and we’ll definitely be on the look out for a portable heater, although trying to keep this curious toddler away from it will be a challenge I think it’s better than having our butts freezing!

Cold nights

Not-So-Asian Figure

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I am not your typical Asian…

My first ‘homecoming’ was in October 2007 after living in America for over 2 years. It was a really wonderful trip as I got to introduce our baby Lil’ A to my whole family.

But it’s not all fun and here’s why…

Stupidly I followed one of my friends advice to pack light as in pack little clothes for me since I was flying alone with a baby. Her idea is actually brilliant but it just didn’t work me. Why? Easy, because of my size!

If you only knew how giddy I was when Mr. X and I first went shopping after I got there – you would think I’m nuts but in reality fitting into something with size “S” on it felt like a victory.

Pregnancy made my size went up and after Lil’ A was born my weight lingered between Medium (8-10).

Since I didn’t pack enough clothes for me, I dragged my mother to go shopping with me. That one shopping trip turned to be a nightmare all over again.

Why?

Because it brought back those unpleasant memories when I was still living there. How I either had to shell out more money to buy something with numerical sizes instead of the typical Indonesian S, M, L or I had to settle for an XL which was hanging on me in a weird way.

You see, I inheritted this not-typical-asian-size body parts from my mother’s side of the family. They are real!

While my arms has never been huge, with a wide shoulder and big bust, it’s always a pain in you know where to find the right fit for me. When I was still working, I usually bought the large size button up shirts and secured the areas between the buttons with lots of safety pins because XL fit on the chest but too big on other parts.

Okay, back to shopping with my mother, I winced when the “L” size doesn’t even fit me, I ballooned up to an “extra-large” and it makes me feels less beautiful, and less Indonesian and even humiliated as the shop attendant said in her overly cheery voice that they have XXL size if the XL doesn’t fit me. Good gracious!I just wanted to storm out of that store…

I know I still have some post baby weight to shed (probably 10-20 more pounds!) and I did gained weight too before I got pregnant but standing there weighing 150 lbs and 5’5” I felt like a giant.

This proportions maybe considered average for an American women. But by Indonesian fashion standards, I’m definitely not a “medium.”

At first, I don’t really understand why the whole thing bothered me so much. Besides, I don’t live in Indonesia anymore and I could always find something that fit me perfectly back in the States, where there is always room for plus-sized woman in American fashion no matter what size you are.

DH showed me an article after I ‘complaint’ about what happened.

This Asian-American girl wrote a similar situation and she wrote: “Then it strikes me… “Small” means you are cute and adorable. Small means you are beautiful. Small means you are Asian.

Her words resonated so deeply, I was trying to squeezed my self into that ‘Asian standard’ figure, I was blind!

My own body image had been somewhat distorted especially growing up in Indonesia. Hanging around my friends with their model-like proportions where everyone is so thin and small…it’s easy to feel like a giant.

I’m not one who fit into the stereotype of ‘slim and slender Asians’, I’ve never been small, although now looking back at those old pictures I realized I’m not as big as my mind told me.

I was once fat – I have to admit that -  in High School I weigh close to a whooping 200 pounds. No, I’m not going to post pictures from high school and scared the hell out of you!

After High School, crash diets and all crazy stuffs I slimmed down to 110 pounds but in my head I’m still huge. Well, perhaps when you live amongst your slim, slender and mostly tiny Asian fellows, you’d feel like I did…a giant in the land of the small. Who knows the psychology behind it!

Here’s what I looked like last month:

Now that I realized I may never be as thin as they are, and seeing the obesity rates in this town where I live, I can say that I will never let those size tags dictate how am I suppose to feel anymore or define who I am. So, I’ll try to look at my self and be proud of what I have instead of counting every single curve and flab that I wanted to change…besides like one of my friend said; “Most Asian women wants to have those rack of yours!

Does your body image change after having a child?