Aw, Becks! Thanks For Being That Cruel To TomKat! (A Case of Misspelling/Internet/Publication/Human Error )
Thanks to my beloved / crazy / cute / cool / smart hubby who always brings in hilarious topics for us to talk about and to laugh at.
Do you know what this word really means?
I had never heard this word let alone known the meaning of it before my husband mentioned it to me this morning. But before I explain further why I'm writing this, this is the definition of "pubic":
The android pubic bone is the ventral and anterior of the three principal bones composing either half of the pelvis.
It is covered by a layer of fat, which is covered by the mons pubis.
It is divisible into a body, a superior ramus and an inferior ramus.
The body forms one-fifth of the acetabulum, contributing by its external surface both to the lunate surface and the acetabular fossa. Its internal surface enters into the formation of the wall of the lesser pelvis and gives origin to a portion of the obturator internus.
In the female, the pubic bone is anterior to the urethral sponge.
The left and right hip bones join at the pubic symphysis.
And to know where it is placed and how it looks in a human's body: here's an image of pubic. The blue line shows its place.
Now we know what "pubic" is, roughly.
But, try to type "pubic" in news search engine, like Google News, and surprise! You will find lots of search results for "pubic", only.... obviously NOT talking about this part of human body.
When I typed "pubic" in google news search: here were what I found:
"Outspoken Author Jason T. ** Expresses Strong Dissatisfaction with Pubic School’s Treatment of... " (eww... pubic school?)
"Central Louisiana pubic schools offering swine flu vaccine..." (another pubic school!)
ASTI general secretary" John White commented: "The government has clearly indicated that it does not believe that quality, effective pubic services are important to ordinary members of the public including parents, children, young people, pensioners and workers." (OMG! Pubic services? What kind of services are that?)
And how about...
"The Friends of the El Centro Pubic Library will have Santa at the library at 10 a.m. today. Parents can bring their children and their camera for photos." (Wonder how it would look if pubic libraries did exist.)
I know that this is an honest, misspelling error / human error / publication error. Sometimes people don't check things before they post to public (Oops, I mean pubic! No, just kidding), probably they wrote them at a 3.07 AM in a -10 degree C winter night, or someone's boss had been spending the week yelling around, or due date was 0.00 AM before all moms in the city decide where to take the kids to see Santa in another mall. And also, some of the errors have been corrected in the news features. However, the missing of one letter can change the meaning of a sentence, and readers can laugh at what is supposed to be a serious topic. Or frown to a strange title, or even feel gross because it sounds gross.
A headline from Washington Post online: "We're not compromising on pubic safety." O'Malley said it was premature to say how much the response to the snowstorm would cost the state. ...
(Some people could be really serious about pubic safety!)
And, according to this sport website, there are 3 major tasks of a head football coach:
1. Coaching the coaches (which means planting essential philosophies into the players' brains),
3. Finally, there is pubic relations. Like it or not, for worse or better, a major college head coach is the face of the program.
(Really? I bet these coaches either love or hate their job).
However, among all the errors journalists / bloggers / writers made, there's one being my favourite mistake. Taken from a website of a probably Australian newspaper, The Herald Sun, this is what they say about David Beckham on Tom Cruise:
David Beckham in awe of 'Tom Cruise's handsome face' and karaoke.
The soccer player loves spending time with the actor and is in awe of his good looks.
But even Cruise's green eyes, perfect teeth and chiseled jaw can't convince David to do karaoke. He says singing in pubic is "his worst nightmare" and was horrified when Cruise and his wife Katie Holmes suggested it on a recent night out.
This is absolutely not what David Beckham really said, I know. This is the misspelling error made by The Herald Sun, and I know that. But imagine if David Beckham had really said that. I would be gladly saying, "Yeah, Becks. You know I defended you when they said you were a stupid boy in France World Cup 1998 when you "unintentionally" kicked Argentina's Diego Simeone (and he "intentionally" fell and everyone could see that), I said that you were the hero and England was paralyzed because you had to go with a red card on your back. You know I love you, even though you're never my favourite football player. And once again, you are my hero, for revealing another crazy fact about Tom Cruise, oh well, now even TomKat."
So, after that crazy headbanging on Oprah's couch, and that silliest ever haircut, and the ever blessed way of life for being Scientologist, and struggling hard to get the role of Amelia Earhart for his beloved wife,(OMG! Amelia Earhart! No wonder she was lost in the Pacific, because she drove planes like Katie Holmes!), he invited David Beckham to sing in pubic? Whosoever pubic he meant.
I lived in Bali for about one year from 2005 to 2006. It was nice every time friends came for holiday and they also visited me and we hung out together. One of these people was Jason, a friend I used to go out with when I was in Jakarta. He came with his sister, Renee, and her boyfriend whose name I forget now.
We had drinks in Apache Bar in Legian Street, Kuta. Jason explained that it was Renee and her boyfriend's first time to Indonesia. Renee had just graduated from university and wanted to have a holiday before committed to career life. They said they really liked Bali.
This guy, Renee's boyfriend, hmmm... let's call him Matt. He was a funny guy. Young, raw, happy, so it seemed to me. He said that he learned some Indonesian words, thanks to Jason. "I know how to say 'thank you'," he said.
"How do you say?" I asked.
"Terima kasi." That was what I heard. It's ok, minus 'h' sound in the end of the word, but it's an acceptable error, as it was a verbal language and a very casual conversation (meaning: we were not in Bahasa Indonesia class).
"Nice!" I said. I was happy to know that just in a very short of time in his first time in Indonesia he had learned at least a word.
"Do you know how to write 'terima kasih'?" I asked, just curious if he really knew how to write it.
"Ummmm....maybe," he said doubtfully. And then he took a piece of order sheet and a pen on the table and wrote something with big letters, and then showed the paper to us. It said "TERRY MACASSY."
I really couldn't resist my laugh reading it and seeing a proud smile on his face. I'm sure it was funny too to Jason, but to Renee, knowing none of Indonesian language, she reacted nothing.
Anyway, then I corrected his writing, showed him the right spelling, and who knows what he felt. Maybe he laughed at his own word.
A few minutes later, Matt said he had to go to the rest room. So there he went. When he came back, he said he was confused where the rest room was. And he asked, what rest room is in Bahasa Indonesia.
"Kamar kecil," both Jason and I answered.
"Oh, ok. Ka-ma ka-ci."
"Kamar kecil," I repeated. "Do you think you can try to write it?" I asked.
Once again he grabbed a piece of order paper and the same pen he wrote Terry Macassy, and again he wrote something on that paper, and gave it to us. "Is it like this?" he asked, with a hopeful smile.
The writing said, "kamma kachi." Again, I corrected his spelling.
I really appreciated his effort, but honestly, it was so hilarious to see a word in Indonesian language spelled in English way and transformed into a name. Now my husband has been thinking of writing to Jakarta Post using a fake name, Terry MacAssy. Sounds Scottish?
Why did I abandon blogging for so long? This is why.
I met this guy who's now my husband in 2008, I was still blogging at that time, at least once a month I posted a new post. But in Christmas and New Year holiday 2008 we went to Bali for a vacation. And it was the saddest moment in our lives when we had to say goodbye to each other at the airport.
He had to check in 1.5 hour before the plane departed, and so we had to say goodbye. We waved to each other, and I walked out the exit door. He said when I turned away, he saw my back and he started to weep.
I didn't look back, and walked straight to McDonald's stall because I was very hungry. Just after I got my cheeseburger, I received a text message from him, saying "I already miss you. We'll be together again soon."
I had to find anything to take me back to the hotel and taxis were so cruel in New Year's eve that they didn't want to use meters.
So I finally got this "ojek" (motorcycle taxi) to take me to the hotel. Maya called me to invite me to Kuta beach. And I told her that Joe had left. She freaked out to hear him leaving me alone. But I explained that the flight to Nagoya wasn't everyday and it was always at midnight.
We met her and her friend, Mbak Ikke, at Kudeta. Hmm... Kudeta. This was one night before the New Year's eve. Cozy restaurant, cozy bar, cool ambient music, good booze. I had a glass of watermelon booze. It was oh-so-good, for a veeeery light drinker like me. And, among these trendy people wearing sexy dresses / beach dresses / fancy shirts, Joe and I wore batik! Yay batik.
Maya finally concluded that party in Kuta beach wasn't a good idea. Too many people that anyone would find it hard to enjoy the night. But along Dewi Sartika Street and Legian Street were full of New Year celebrations. Trumpets blown, people gathered, cheering, partying, drinking. Ninety-nine percent of the population must have been awake, and I was probably included in that 1% who just wanted to sleep.
I really hated to go back to Legian Paradiso, this fancier and more expensive hotel compared to Grand Balisani, the first hotel in Batubelig we stayed in. I hated because it was in the middle of this noisy crowd, however, I was sure that it would have been even sucker if I had to go back to Batubelig.
The hotel guests were also partying up, I guess everybody was out in the street, and this bunch of teenage boys I bumped into on my way to my room blew trumpets, one even blew it in my ear, and another boy high fived me. Guess they thought that would save their voices rather than yelling out "Happy New Year!" every five seconds.
Back to our civilizations, we found it so hard to be apart from each other. And Joe decided to visit me again in March 2009.
Sometimes life turns not like the way you have expected. One month later, after I decided to try my luck applying for a position as Editor / Translator in a Non Governent Organization in Ubud, Bali, doing programs for children's education in Bali (couldn't be any better than this), they contacted me and got me interviewed. I had a big confidence in this. I might have had a big, big chance. But my sweetheart wanted something else. He wanted us to be together, not separated any longer.
Well, you gotta do what you gotta do. We got engaged in March 21, 2009. That was my mom's 55th birthday. And since then, we were so busy preparing everything we need to get married. From March to D-day, July 25, 2009.
That was why and how I abandoned my blog. Now, after everything has been done: wedding, moving in, visa status, I thought I should get back to my old habit. However, as I said at the first place, this was a new stage of my life, and because of so many reasons, instead of continuing my old blog, I preferred starting a brand new blog.
I'm not gonna abandon my blog again. Never again.
Nihon, Nippon, Japan, Japon, Jepang. And any other name people call this origin country of the sun, 日本.
Never in my life I had a dream of living here, or even just coming here. But here I am now, in this country full of whatever you imagine: astounding gardens, anime world, games, hi-tech tools, young people’s suicides, Kabuki, geisha, sumo wrestling, depressing haircut, love hotels, J-Pop, J-Rock, women in leopard prints, line ups in front of LV outlets, H&M, and other clothing lines… whatever you imagine. Mine has been Bunraku, Noh, Kabuki, sashimi, probably that’s all.
I’m in Japan. And I’m not a good adapter. I have been so lazy for so many months. I had no clue of what to do, or what I wanted to do, and I still don’t.
I’m probably living someone else’ dream. Living here where you can see Kimura Takuya and his fellows in SMAP everywhere: on TV, magazines, posters, stations. Or hear these J-Pop songs being played in izakayas, bookstores, clothing stores. Songs that I’ll never be able to distinguish one from another.
But now that I’m here, I have to go on and live day by day and try to thank for every breath and every chance I have. Still studying the language, begin to apply for job, doing daily chores as a housewife. Still adjusting the life, somehow. It’s a big, big change for me. Everything. New home, new status, new husband, new country, new language, new culture. I’m glad that I have nice people surround me.
Matthew is still the white Irish boy contemplates on many things, criticizes on many things, questions many things. Jason is still the sweet boy who will probably not be able to get angry to anything. Cheryl is still cheerful, as always, and sometimes gets headache, and is the best Japanese speaking non-native-speaker. Sigi is my mentor, beside my husband. A girl comes from the same motherland, married to a native Japanese man, she shares whatever she learns and knows and tries to abridge between my lack of knowledge and the society. They paint my days.
About this blog
I am not representing or against any institution, any party, any society, any culture or anyone. Everything I write here merely based on what I see, my thought, my opinion, whether it results in something negative or positive. I apologize if any of these posts might offend some people, institution, society, or culture, but I hope everybody would understand that there is always positive and negative in this place called "universe". Nothing is absolute black and nothing is absolute white, in fact, grey is the color we see most.
Once you decide, the universe conspires to make it happen.