From this moment on, i'll stop crapping about having lack of updates, instead i'll just letcha good people know about things that i remember since the last time i updated.
Let's see.. since the last time i posted, i went to Singapore to do some shopping with the parents over the weekend before Hari Raya. It was fun, albeit a short trip. We got 2x128mb Flash Cartridges for our 2 Gameboy Advances, so say byebye to overpriced copied carts! And we bought lotsa clothes too. My brothers got a pair of expensive sunnies each, Fen got himself Oakleys and Bangchik bought Killer Loop. Me? I'm saving up my money for MORE TRANSFORMERS GOODNESS. And what's with the lack of eye-candy (chicks) in Singapore? i must have my eyes tuned wrong.
Anyway, Fast Forward to Hari Raya. It was the same thing year after year. Woke up early, went for Hari Raya prayers at the mosque, come home, have a nice breakfast with the family in our best Hari Raya clothes, listen to my dad's annual Hari Raya motivational talk, and off to granma's at Kg Pandan. Then to aunt's place at Pulapol Jalan Semarak, and my dad's uncle's place at Bukit Lanjan. Blah blah blah more Raya stuff and more makan makan.
Fast Forward to 2 Fridays back. Flew to Jakarta to meet up with Mom, Dad and Alia. Our apartment in Jakarta was spiffy, right in the middle of Jakarta Central in Menteng. Folks said that Menteng is THE area to live in if you're fkn rich. Or something. That might just say how well off we are, but don't be fooled. My parents spends their good fortune on themselves and our education, so yours truly don't really get to splash out money for whores and drugs or shit like that. Not that i really need them, of course :P
Okay back to Jakarta. It's a jumbled up, noisy, bad traffic, where the rich is RICH and the poor is so poor they lived under flyovers, dirty HELLHOLE but for some reason i could see myself calling this city home. I don't know why, but i kinda like this mess. Being a true city boy, the polluted air and traffic noise just does it for me. It's not much different of a mess in KL, but at least we have ORGANIZED mess in KL.
But i hate going to public places such as hotels and malls, even our Apartment Complex. These places have SATPAMs (Satuan Pengaman. or Security) at every point of vehicle entry that the queue is HORRENDOUS. They have mirrors to look under the car to see if you've got bad things strapped on the undercarriage (ie. BOMBS) and they require you to wind down the window, hear them say "Selamat Siang, Pak" and inhale clove cigarette breath. Yuk. I really do wonder what will happen if they actually found a bomb on one of the cars they inspect. I'd say they'd run as fast as they can cuz they sure don't look like they have the slightest clue on what to do next.
On to Malls of Jakarta. I've been to a fair few, such as Plaza Senayan, Plaza Indonesia, Plaza Kelapa Gading, etc etc. Most of them have the same outlets, say, Sogo (The Jaya Jusco of Jakarta), and Senayan was by far, the best hangout place. Why, i hear you ask? IT'S THE CHICKS, FOO! I tells ya, i could sit at the Coffee Bean here ALL DAY and oggle at these beauties. And listen to them chatter in Indonesian.
A few days into our stay in Jakarta, my best buddy Ifad took me and Fen, along with his cute wife, sister-in-law (cute, too!) and Dana, his lil brother, to the Nouvo of Jakarta, the Embassy. The cover charge was not too steep at RPH60,000 (RM24.. ouch. expensive indeed) We got there at half past 10pm and the place was barren. We thought that the crowd must've been at Ancol where the GodsKitchen is spinning, but we hung out for a bit. Then at the stroke of midnight, all of a sudden all these beautiful night-owls of Jakarta flew in outta nowhere and got things started. Mauro Picotto was spinning and i was HIGH on sober adrenaline, stuck meself on the dancefloor for 2 hours before Ifad's parents called in and asked him to send us home or my parents would get mad we come home late. No. Nobody got angry. And i think i've just had the best night of my life, at the Embassy, in Jakarta.
The next few days was a blur of more malls and then we flew to Bangka Island, south of Sumatera, west of Java. My dad takes care of the tin industry here and the mine camp is right next to the ocean. This place is great. It's quiet, and i LOVE the sound of waves crashing onto the beach. But the best thing about this place is that my dad had bought 4 Jetskis for the Managers to use and we had full access to them. Yamaha SUV1200 Jetskis. BIGASS MOTHERFUCKERS could take 3 riders and still go 70km/h. OH what fun! My skin had gone 2 or 3 shades darker, thanks to the hours sitting my crotch on one of these bitches under the sun, everyday. We rode them to a sandbar in the middle of the ocean. It's like a stretch of beach with water on all sides. We swam, we ran, it was exhillirating(sp?). And at sundown, there's barbecue dinners, karaoke, and DVD marathons.
But all these had to come to and end. Me and my brothers are itching to go back to KL. We miss driving our own cars instead of being driven the wherever the hell we wanted to go. And all this quietness is starting to bear down on me and i need KL noise. So we're flying back to Jakarta in a few hours but before that, MORE JETSKI! WHEEEEE!
Hmm.. let's enrich our vocabulary by learning some Indonesian words, shall we?
Cars = Mobil
Free = Gratis
Sale = Obral
Speed Bumps = Polisi Tidur (hahaha!)
Safety belt = Sabuk Pengaman
Lighter/Matches = Korek Api
Ass = Pantat (YUP! YOU HEARD ME RIGHT!)
Underpants = Sas Pantat
Tail = Buntut (Sup Ekor = Sup Buntut :o)
Shirt = Kaos
T-Shirt = Oblong
Pants = Celana
Watermelon = Semangka
Orange = Jeruk
Til the next update in KL, or Jakarta. LATER! |
