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.

What a week, Sydney is 'enjoying' a very unreliable but awesome weather, while I'm not feeling very well for the weekend, and preparing to be benched in front of my desk the entire week month to finishing of coursework and studying for exam. Battling deadlines, friend(s) of mine didn’t make life easier for me by recommending me to start watching Gossip Girl. As bored as I am waiting for Prison Break season 4 to commence and my lovely How I Met Your Mother to roll new episodes, I gave the Gossip Girls a try by illegally downloading and watching the three episodes but what I didn’t know was that Gossip Girl would become my new addiction, highly distracting me from my academic ambitions. Fast forward 4 days and I have marathoned (just made the word up) through 16 intriguing episodes.

 
The initial impression is that Gossip Girl is the east side version of the O.C, you know, cooked using the famous recipe consisting of an insecure lower middle class boy stepping into the upper class and stir things up by falling in love with a troubled brat who’s already in love with an hunk who has an enharmonic relationship with his father. If consuming that type of media makes you feel nauseous hold on to your bucket and don’t puke just yet.

Unlike the god given O.C which was about the dreamy life in Newport Coast, house parties in Malibu and CLK convertibles as Bar mitzvah gifts Gossip Girl has more substance. Behind the facade of the lavish life on the upper east side in NY lies a story about……….people! Relations are the centre point of TV-series with conflicts, back stabbings, secrets and feuds many people can relate to regarding relationships with partners, friends, family and best friends of the opposite sex which might twist things up with your girlfriend. If Gossip Girl was a cake the base would be 7^th Heaven, the berries would me Sunset Beach and the glazing on top would be the O.C. Surprisingly the produce of the TV-Series is josh Schwartz who happens to be the brain behind the O.C.

Since NY is the fashion capital of the US, the city’s sense for style and fashion shines throughout the movie with formal wears in sparkling colours and shades. Forget hot pants, surf shorts, flip-flops,  tank tops. Ivy League it what it’s all about with tasteful non-ostentatious summer wear in cheering pastel colours.

To sum up, out of nowhere, I’m also preparing to visit (read: go back) to Jakarta this winter. I’ll see you guys there! xP

PS Daddy dont forget to pick me up! lol