jakarta

i arrived at Jakarta on friday, 10.30am and had the longest day ever. but what was really cool was that when i landed at the airport, there was this dude waiting for me with a card and my name on it. he then ushered me towards this row where it says diplomatic immunity, whereas everyone else were queuing up to get their passport stamped. that was just dope man! everyone was just looking as i pass tru, like who the fuck is this dude? *singing to pussycat dolls, "don't you wish that you were just like me?" haha.

when they first gave me my per diems, just like in the U.S, i got fucking confuse again with the currency. you loose sense of value, for sure. they gave me like 20 pieces of 100,000 notes. i'm like what does that make me? a fuckin millionaire? fuck yea. so, in Indonesia, how do you label a millionaire cos everybody's probably one. cos technically, a millionaire is basically someone who has a million bucks right? it's just weird man. i still can't comprehend buying a pack of ciggies for 11 THOUSAND bucks, but that's just like 6 shitty ringgit right. lol

I finally checked in at the Grandkemang Hotel at 8pm. whoa, was i tired as fuck. the Hotel ain't too bad. i like my room. it's pretty comfy and classy, but the internet all around Jakarta suck big time. it's almost crawling man. i had to watch jpeg's load a line at a time. thought i'd never experience that after the 56K modem.

i personally think that Indonesians in general are much more polite as compared to Malaysians. went out for dinner and a couple of drinks with a friend of mine after a hot shower. whoa, the nite scene here gila happening man.Indonesian chicks are hot man! but sad la, aku tak cakap bahasa Indonesia. haha. speaking of which, the language is just weird as hell too man. i mean, it feels like we are speaking the same language and yet we are not. haha. like my friend's gf was just saying out loud to all of us, "duduk sampai pantat sakit banget(very)" or something like that. i just stood there staring with my eyes wide as fuck. i was like, yau mou lan wor? apparently, after much sought after, i realize pantat is the backside. and they laughed hysterically when i said its punggung or buntut. look who should be laughing man. *smack. whatever man, for all i care if your pantat, or your 'pantat' sakit man. either way, i don't get to touch either one right. how do i even compliment on a girl's fine ass? "pantat loe cantik banget?"

however, everyone here drives like they're on steroids in the F1. even the lao aunties here drive like gangsters on steroids. i reckon the most used parts of a car in Indonesia is the horn and the brakes. that's the pre-requisites of driving in Indonesia. when they brake, they horn. when they move, they horn. when they are happy or sad, they horn. when your horn don't work, you can't drive man. i mean what's up with the kan cheongness la. i wanna cross the street oso i panic balls. almost made me pee in my pants when they were driving me around every time. i think i need some time to get use to this jam brake thingy. i reckon Indonesia is a 'fast moving' country, as Singapore is a 'fine' country.

ok, gotta go sleep edi. got a preparation meeting before we shoot on monday. oh well, i guess there are just some things i'll never get. :P