Undrnth Yr Clths

I’ve got soo many things in my mind and been thinking of writing nothing instead. But I can’t. Things in my head have to go out somewhere, and since I’m jomblo at the moment; writing blog has been my fifth favorite things to do during holiday time, after travelling, eating, taking photos, and window shopping.

There are so many things changed in Jakarta’s road rules since I left it for four months. There are several new underpasses and flyovers are being build and have been built in Jakarta. I was shocked when I went off the freeway in Sunter and found that my way was directly lead to Kelapa Gading (yay!); finally- after few centuries being trapped in the “mall Artha Gading” U turn.

I always love Indonesian roads; except its dents  during “winter” and traffic jam during peak hours. There roads are speed cameras free and fully supported with bribable police, what else do u need when u got adrenaline and those pent up aggression in your body and mind. When you got the right car and the right time, every single Jakarta’s road can become your daddy’s road. Then if u had US$5 million and love speeding, this is your place. I always think, what’s on people’s mind when they bought a Ferrari in Australia? – probably just want to check how its grunts and reach 60kmh with few heads turn to them in every corner of the road- what if the owner is old and ugly?

Oh I probably just jealous.

Since I was a kid, when my mum or dad used to send me to bed, I always asked “Can we sell all our houses and buy a Lamborghini and a Ferrari?”. It seems silly when I remember about that today. I love driving, and the sense of feeling you got when u drive a car at certain speed. When my dad picked me up last week, I straightly asked to borrow a decent company car and ask him to buy me a car in Sydney. After he started to talk, then he made me realize that if he bought me a car again, I won’t be able to sense the pride in owning a car which I bought by myself with all my sweats. According to my experience, I agree with him (although I’m still craving for a 2 doors sports car). I want this I want that. But is really worth it to spend your money on expensive cars? Then I started to think about other more important things in life rather than just spending all my dad’s money on the must decrease value goods and start thinking of investing to increase the value of my bank account. And yes, the oil price as well as parking rate issue in Sydney.

I always hate when my dad say something about don’t F-ing with the F-er to me, which also known as “Buaya mau di kadalin?”  in Indonesian. When I ask him whether I can borrow car, he lent me a soccer mum car with 7 seats, he always does this since 2006, except a four years old Galant, old enough to keep my right foot on the pedal to keep the speedometer below 150kmh, but it’s been my all time favorite sedan, looks sharp, ride sharp. And yes dad, I hate your too om-om sedan, but size does matter. I’m not a big fan of small car (in engine capacity and its dimension). I think they just gay, except for their fuel economy. I also hate people who are using a 1.5 liter car and trying to do silly and arrogant stuff on the road, they should realize that their car is just good for macet-macetan.

Changing issue, I saw Australian Idol’s runner up Jessica Mauboy sang an Indonesian song called “Sempurna” along with idol diva or whatever it called. It wasn’t that sempurna, but at least she can pronounce the Indonesian word correctly.

We know that Indonesia is not only a land of good food; it also have the best durian and sceneries. And excuse me for the pathetic conclusion and bad grammar, since my nose smells pempek goreng and I can’t be bothered to re check my writings.