Sorry I’ve not been updating my blog for a veeeeery di’ing dong time. I’ve been to one hell of a crap trip to the capital city of indonesi-Jakarta, city of shitty. My point to jakarta was not holiday (who the fuck want’s to spend their holiday in jakarta :S unless you’re from al khor :s). I had to convert my A2, As, IGCSEs, and GCSE certificate to Indonesian grade. This is the dumb procedure you need to do to able to enter indo uni -.-.
Before leaving to Medan things already getting out of place. Bang agung asked for 2 juta, incase if Im not coming back for a 3 weeks. Before leaving the house to the aiport we drove to ATM first to get the money, but after I took 2 million out I forgot that there was no cash in my wallet to pay the airport cash. So put back the atm card, O,O……We are sorry your card has been ….. what’s the word for telan. Restrain that’s right. Sorry your card has been restrained NO! FUK NO NO THIS IS MADNESS!! WHY WHY WHY WHY THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE. I freaked out so much ,how will bang agung survive :O we haven’t payed electricity, broadband etc and worse my flight will board in 1 hour, I will not have time to check-in my luggage. We were so baffled up, what to do. And so we went back home to get my buku tabungan (saving book?) maybe I can get the cash in jakarta using the book.
“relax, we have enough time to reach the airport, do you want to go to jakarta without cash?” ,said bang agung
“true true”
“now you just take that 2 million to jakarta, when you reach there go to the bank and sort everything”
I was so relieved reaching the airport on time and got everything sort out, luggage inside. Vroom vroom off I go inside the great polonia medan. I nick 2 stickers from the counter, Lion Air and fragile just for the fun of it.
I reached Soekarno Hatta-Internation Airport at around 9am. Go off the plane, went to baggage claim area. Waited, waited, waited ,and waited, waited again. Where’s mae bek ?!?! :O (where’s my bag).HUFF HUFF please don’t tell they left the bag! Or better sri lanka (this was said in my head though kars head is bigger than mine and I didnt say sri lanka). Hopped to lost and found office
“mr mr my bag not here 
“
“ok mas we will find it!”
“but first you have to fill the form”
sigh -.-
before all of these, I text bang aswin asking if he’s outside already.
Sorry gw ketiduran, tunggu sebentar ya (sorry I over slept, can you wait little longer)
geez great! I don’t have my bag and now I have to wait even longer for someone to pick me up
anyyyyyyyyyywayz, the guy in the lost and found office told me, you’re bag might be in the next flight, wait another hour.
Alaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah why like this!
After an hour, tadaaaa my bag filled with my clothes and ikan teri medan has arrived to his papa! Yalla we got out, now I got to wait god knows how long. You know how hungry I can get. There was A&W mini restaurant “HOOOOORAY” burger time baby! What are you waiting for let’s time to eat !
Om nom nom! Can I have that one please, how much is it?
O.o this is beef burger :S, the meat is hardly 0.5cm. they should learn how to make hot chicken burger. Bang aswin hasn’t arrive, I better get something to drink. POCARI SWEAT! Now where can I find pocari sweat. AHA country donut house they have some.
How much is the pocari sweat?
Which one?
Small one
12,000
:O..ZOMG wtf is wrong in jakarta. I can feed a small family in africa for 12,000.!. Screw this! I went to a micro supermarket bought a medium pocari sweat for half the price!. POO at country house donuts.
Finally bang aswin came, we shake hand and did the nigga hugged. Hop in the bus, off we went to his house.
The airport bus goes from terminal 1 to terminal 3. we were at terminal 1. So we got to sit near where the luggage are placed.. Two European entered. Placed their bag infront of us. NICE! Now he’s standing perpendicular next to me. -.- his dick was eye level. Great great great good impression of western touring in jakarta. Christ sake!! this happened approximately 15 min. I just sat there on the seat unable to look on my right . I like to look about when im stationary, touch things around. I don’t want to look on my right, he might think im gay or even worse than that he might be gay boy. That’s why im going to end this eauropean blocking man dick beside me.
I was told jakarta is one of worst city to live in. Every year there’s flood. Off the peak crime rates. Famous for having the best traffic jam in Indonesia. Also has terrible food quality. I had all of these in my head. I was scared of jakarta I MEAN REAL SCARED PARE. Will I get robbed? Worse gun point perhaps. No but raping please. Back in the bus I asked bang aswin
“bang mana ini macet nya”
“lho tunggu aja”
sigh bring it on!
Let me tell you something, man I was really anak kampung.
WOW! That’s a HUGE BUILDING!
That one? That’s small
small? You call that small
Yeh, you’ll see bigger ones later on
nooo way.
He was right! There was EVEN BIGGER! Skyscrapers! HUMANGOUS apartment. Shopping malls everywhere! Just everywhere. Oh oh oh there’s apartment with a offices and malls. There’s also …… we will stop here.
ps: sorry for the grammatical errors (loads of it), fuck it, im tired of answering “when will you update your blog”
soon to come….graha in hospital.
