The Farewell

 

 

 

Good food, awesome company, memorable moment…… OK enough babbling.

 

If there’s a word to describe how I feel everyday of my life, it’ll definitely be Alhamdulillah. Thank God. Opportunity comes by and you’ll be carried on a bandwagon to the next dream destination, leaving your current life behind in pursuit of a better future. Seriously I should be a preacher blorgger if I had a chance ahaha.

Alhamdulillah, again, as I managed to score a job in the foreign land, I deserved to have an over the top farewell. Demanded as it seems but the person organizing the farewell himself generously enough providing me the liberty to choose the menu of the dinner. Living the life of the future riche and currently already famous. OK SHUT UP.

 

I’ve to cancel soooo many farewell invitations by close friends due to the unavoidable reason. Among all of the invitations, this particular one can’t be declined. Or else I’ll be hunted down by 3 pre-invited patrons who enjoys good food provided to them for free ( seriously they’ll kill me if they read this ahahaha ). It was the day. Football match of Malaysia against Bahrain or Syria if not mistaken. To be expected that the road riding up to the stadium will be jam packed with cars rushing to the stadium. And why does my friend has to rent so close to the venue??? ahaha. The usual 20 minutes drive ended up to a dreadful 1 hour and 15 minutes crawl on the freeway. But as i approached to the stadium, there's not much car, not even a crowd of enthusiastic Malaysian supporters to be in sight. HUH??? What’s the jam all for?? Are they having a flash mob or something??

 

As promised, GOOOOOOD food will be served. The guests were kept grounded by the humble weighing scale waiting at the front door. WTF i gained 4 Kg, before the feast!!

 

 

My friend is basically owns the Langkawi Island in his room. A fridge full of alcoholic drinks. A fridge full of those sinful things. I love to have drunken people as company. They’re cute and will never gonna stop talking. JEZZ was soo overwhelmed by the selection of beverages, she ended up squating in order to choose which is to be boozed ahaha. By the way I only drank coke the whole night. Saint isn’t it ahaha.

 

 

AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUW the lovely candles to light up the mood. 10 scores for the fine details, which ended up isolated on the ironing board.

 

 

I was skeptical to have the dinner at his place as there’ll be no assurance of the cutleries and utensils used to be Halal. Seriously he bought everything brand new!!! The plates, the fork and spoon ( the spoon he stoled from the Singapore Airlines flight ahaha ). Even the pans and pots are all brand new to ensure that he meets the requirement. Notice the white plate? White resembles holiness which resembles me ok shut up.

 

2 hungry monsters can’t wait to be fed. Seriously they were starving.

 

 

The aroma, the blast of colours. The food was just extraordinary. Home cooked. By a guy so obssessed with quality ingredients, even the onions used by him were bought from cold storage wtf. They were 4 roasted full size birds for 5 people ( is he insane ?? ), to die for mashed potatoessssss, Lasagnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ( pre ordered by me huhu ), greens which I believed only I ate it. ahahhaa. It was good. No, it was excellent. Orgasm in the mouth times 5 people.

 

“ guys, be natural, I wanna snap a candid shot”. This was the result ahahaha

 

 

Let the professional show you how to act natural in front of a dinner table full of heavenly feast ahahaha

 

 

The – photo – taking – session – using – smart – phone – which – to – be – uploaded – to – make – those – uninvited – envious – wtf

 

 

Though I’m in no position to complain, but the atmosphere was soo stuffy even the guests rushed to the window for a grasp of air. Noted that Mell was soo hungry, she refused to remove herself from her seat ahahaha

 

 

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Chicken breast for me, a helpful of lasagna, 2 helpfuls of mashed potatoes and greens to provide contrast of colours to the palate and to show that I do lead a healthy lifestyle ahaha.

 

 

Within minutes I was running low on lasagna, handed over the plate for the 2nd helping. Mike why do you look soo kinky in this shot? ahahaha

 

 

The singing pilot : HEYYY

The patrons : WHAT?????

The singing pilot : I WANNA PROPOSED A TOAST

The patrons : URGHHHH…… ok

 

 

Jezz was soo into her Bold 4, she has neglected the lot for the rest of the night. ahahahaha.

 

 

OMG she looked like the wife of the yakuza clan leader. ahahaha

 

 

Decided to go against herself WTF ahaha

 

 

The highlight of the night:

 

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

 

 

The dessert was surprisingly great!! Additional 500K cal to the night. It was a combo of chocolate twiggies smothered with La Cremeria ice cream. Talk about that ice cream, I managed to seduce this woman to purchase it as i was working at a call centre for a pizza delivery. I didn’t get the paycheck as I quit after 5 days ahahaha.

Honestly, for a person to commit his effort and time to pay a tribute for a departing friend, it means a lot to me. Seriously. And to have such a good friends to enjoy the time with, It’s beyond priceless. OK I’M NOT ALL THAT MEAN MOST OF THE TIME.  AHAHAHA

Sadly, the clock striked to 10 pm, and  I need to rush. Damn I really gonna miss  you guys. You guys will definitely miss me ahahaha

 

The singing pilot and MIKE, the chef host guitarist extraordinaire.

 

 

The singing pilot misbehaving with JEZZ, ended up looking like a stick insect hanging on her shoulder ahaha.

 

 

The singing pilot with STEVE, the chocolate monster, an opposite to my chocolate allergy. Seriously I’m allergic to chocolate and nearly fainted because of it.

 

 

And last but not least, The singing pilot with MELL, so cute we dressed up of the same colour tone. We looked like freshly blended pink guava juice. ahaha

 

 

Group picture!!!! I know y’all love me to death. Miss me ok! AHAHAHA

Conquering Jakarta

 

The evitable adventure to stroll along the roads and wonderful places of Jakarta began shortly as my batchmates and I arrived at the “mess”, the word for dormitory used in this country. The reason why we chose to be adventurous even on our first day here, because we basically got nothing to do ahahaha. Well it’s a Libur day here in Jakarta, or to be rephrase, weekend, we might as well grap the golden opportunity to hang out about town and shop for necessities. How can i express it as necessities, we were overlimit in terms of luggage weight when we reach here. OK I’m hungry and let’s go………….

 

 

The compulsory photo to commemorate our arrival  here at the mess. Is it a malaysian culture or it’s just us? ahahaha. By the way I’m the one snapping the photo and not in it, therefore no embarrassment of such manner will be thrown to me ahahahaha. Yeah I do things with reasons.

 

My aunt was really inquisitive and curious to find out how my accomodation will look like. Well Chu, this is it, I may not able to show you the picture of the room in my blorg. Will personally get to you once I’m back to KL.

 

- Unpacking : DONE

- Shower : overly DONE

OK we are set to rule the town for the day, but how are we actually gonna proceed there? Car? taxi?. Well taxi is the only logical solution available. I just can’t put it in words on how our dormitory is located. It’s not in the city side, not even in the village setting. Hmmmm. Easy for me to conclude it that there’s aloooooooooooot of school kids strolling around every morning and the road will be filled with motorist like how malaysian will rush to the Ramadhan bazaar. And yes i LOVE the name Ramadhan ahaha. We could only managed to find a taxi near our domitory and were promised that there’ll be in abundance few kilometres ahead. This was sooo funny and sticky, we cramped all 6 of us in the taxi, feeling like living  in a can of Ayam Brand sardine, oooooooooh how i miss sardine in the can.

 

 

After the struggle for survival inside the cramped up taxi ( seriously i was struggling to even breathe and circulation nearly went to a complete stop ok shutup ), we reached the taxi hub and split into 2. Nothing to elaborate. Just a normal taxi ride along the streets you’re never been before. I was soo surprised upon looking at the gear knob!! It’s different from what I had in KL. The reverse gear is on the left ahahaha. I was sooo amazed by the finding and wanted to put it up on status. Later i was told by the driver that this is normal on all Chevy cars. I’M THE WORLD’S BIGGEST FOOL. ahaha

 

 

 

This is Mal Kelapa Gading, a family oriented mall where basically everything that you craved for a mall to have, they have it here. It’s a mall of a combination of 3 small malls, I just don’t get the significance, 3 malls into 1 equals a mall. Well it’s just one big mall. But the food court is huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge. Not the one infront of the Farmer’s Market.

 

The mall was having a midnight sale on that weekend. I can’t believed my eyes. Parents with kids in the stroller rushed into the mall at near midnight hours. They took the definition of shopping to a whole other level which is beyond my imagination. The picture above shows how a sale at an outlet could magnet an ocean of ladies to go and spend. Mad shoppers.

 

 

AHAH!!! my favourite song covered by Siti Nurhaliza has been the muse for a cafe here. ahahaha Bengawaaaaaaaan soloooooooooo.

 

REPEAT AFTER ME: ISI ULANG, ISI ULANG ISI ULANG

They don’t use the word “top up” here. I’ve topped up 50000 rupiah. Again, another shivering moment to buy something in Indonesia. I’m sooo overwhelmed by the number of zeros. ahahaha

 

 

Pizza hut here in Jakarta is like a fine dining restaurant. Like seriously. Once you stepped in you are at the hierarchy of those who owns Porsche Cayenne and lives in a hilltop mansion. OK that’s soo wrong. The queue is beyond long there’s a name list. Not worth my time. I was told, again, that the quality and taste of the pizza and pasta here surpassed the ones available in KL. Is it so? hmmmm next time shall we? YES they even have a counter dedicated to customers who are on the run and just wanted to get a slice instead of the whole pie. Which also has a queue WTF.

 

 

ANNOYINGLY, Chatime is here in Jakarta too. Yes Chatime, what do you want from me? Do you have to be everywhere that I go? ahahaha

 

 

It looks like a barber, but you can get your perm and hair loss treatment here. And the queue was crazyyyyyyyyyyyy. Do they have a sale too? The location of this outlet is soo stratergically vital to pull me back to that place again. Wanna know why? On the future post I’ll elaborate. If I have the courage to do so ahaha.

 

 

My first true Indonesian culinary experience!! Ikan Nila set or something. Thought it was Gurame fish, the coveted fish told by friends back in KL. Where can i get Jus Alpokat??

 

 

After done shopping in Farmer’s Market ( equivalent to Cold storage or it’s kind ), my batchmates decided to exchange their newly bought indonesian phone numbers, in the middle of the walkway!! I was like “ hey guys proceed to the side laaa”. They were like “ it’s okay, no problem”. I saw crowds giving sharp stares at us. Utter embarrassment. Will not incorporate myself into such situation ever again. ahahaha

 

 

What a wonderful first time experience at the mall, will visit you again, Mal Kelapa Gading. Wanted to snap the photo of the signage and manage to get this ahaha.

 

Woke up from my first night out from my mother’s land. We got nothing to do and went to the same mall, again ahahaha ok shutup ( at this point I’m so exhausted to finish this post …. )

 

  

 

I’ve encountered the unthinkable, the overly priced coffee. Kopi Luwak. Will never ever ever gonna try this. For those who are not sure why a cup of this coffee will cost 8.00 USD, the beans are soo produced at a minimal scale, as the coffee beans need to be indulged by the squirrel or wtv the name is, and the waste from the pass motion activity ( or else it may sound soo vulgar hahaha ) comes the beans that has been digested. Well it is cleaned before being grind into this exclusive drink. Is it halal, I don’t think so. OK hope there’ll be no group of extremist hunting down for  me due to this statement ahaha.

The departure

 

Well guys I’m finally back in action after MIA since landed in Jakarta last weekend. Most are still clueless on the destination I’m heading to. Ermm, I just spilled it ahahaha ok shut up. Hahahahah stay even more clueless as basically you guys are surrounded by the clouds of vagueness on what am I gonna do in the foreign land. Oh yes I went to this country for a calm, soothing vacation, carrying along 21.8 Kg  luggage wtf. As if there’ll be any living thing even willing to keep up with my life. OK stop babbling around.

 

The compulsory photos taken to prove to the world you’re actually air travelling ahahaha ok shut up. I luuuuuuuuuuuuv KLIA.

 

If there’s a thing that a person truly deserves to be freaking out much about is to actually travel to a foreign country. I’ve broken my passport virginity and I’m now ready to whore myself by all the stamp chopsof the foreign countries’ immigration ahahaha.

 

I just can’t lie. the enthusiasm was high and I’ve been looking forward for this flight. To finally fulfill my dream and to fly on a brand new Boeing 737-900ER. Those who aren’t sure of what I’ve just said, it’s like you can’t wait to hop on your aunt’s latest Rolls Royce and ride it to the nearest night market wtf. I was fearless, I was strong. Not until my family and I took the photo above. Especially when my niece was within my grasp. It’s that the proper word?? I was teary eyed. On top of that sorrow, my Mama can’t make it to the airport since she herself is going through some medical issues. I strong refused her to tag along with us. Alhamdulillah she has recovered and now giving me daily phone calls to Jakarta!! Alhamdulillah my pillar of strength is now back to the pink of health.

 

 

That forest in the Sattelite terminal is genius! First time taking the aerotrain! More and more virginities were broken ahahahaha

 

I can’t believed I can be overwhelmed by the emotions. I nearly cried at the terminal. As if I’m moving to New York for good. Jakarta is just 2 hours flight away. Fine. It’s my first ever journey that requires passport as part of the travel documents. I snapped the photos above just to drag away my mind from thinking about the family and friends that I’m leaving behind. OK Jakarta is soooo near I can even go back on weekends. Stop being sooo emotional. Ahahaha.

 

 

 

 

Isn’t she a natural beauty. OK shut up. Every morning there’ll be a PSA in the TV channels if Indonesia to commemorate the additional purchase of 230 aircrafts of that kind by the airline, totalling up to 400 plus aircraft owned by the airline. Seriously with such high amount of aircraft, you can fly from Jakarta to North Pole, and transit to Alaska to say hi to Sarah Palin. I dunno why I kinda like her. Don’t mind voting for her as president ahaha.

 

 

Without fail, I’ll make a contact or two once on board a flight. On this one I’ve met A, a malaysian of Indonesian parentage, you’ll easily be fooled by him, On one side he can be a complete malaysian and on the other, a total indonesian lad. He’s a living proof that you can actually live a double life between 2 countries, frequently jet setting. A nice guy, highly business minded. His biggest advice to me during the flight:

 

“ if you wanna be a saint, you can be double an angel there in Jakarta. If you’re intention is unpure, you could end up as a dajjal”

 

It was really petrified by his statement, I went straight to the lavatory and urinate. ahahaha

 

  

How cool is this??? The airline provided a pamphlet filled with prayers for nearly all the main religions of the world. Talking about a safe flight right. Dear other airlinessssssssssssssssss, it’s just a pamphlet. Will not cost a dime. Imagine 160 pax prayed together, how  blessful a flight could be.

 

 

Blah blah blah…. landed in Jakarta. What an avant garde airport it is.

 

 

My batchmates and I can't no longer content our hunger, since the inflight F&B sales weren’t  that convincing. The obviously closest food outlet from the arrival hall is KFC. How terrifying is that even the KFC owns a group of security guards. Like while selling chickens there’s a possibility of the outlet to be robbed. Sense of reality finally kicked in. Trolleys weren’t allowed in the premise and the security works to look after it for you while you’re munching over the fried food ahaha. I was in complete shock knowing that my meal, my light refreshment, sums up to 175000 rupiah. My hands were shivering upon passing the notes to the cashier. In my mind I was thinking how much car installments could be cleared, how I can utilised the money to neuter my cat before he makes out with the other domestic female feline. After conversion it was only 6 ringgit plus ahahaha OK shut up it was really embarassing even to have this thoughts in mind.

 

Long lived Kamar Kecil ahahahahahhaha. It’s wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy cleaner than those in KL. I can confirm you that

 

Upon boarding our transportation which took us to the accomodation, out of the bushes came this group of men sooooooo willingly to lend their hand to carry our highly overloaded luggages. From the beginning I knew it was a scam, I was holding to my luggage like I’m holding to my own dear life. I wasn’t letting them even be near me. Worst of all my friends were just clueless and let them carry their things into the van. I was monotonously screaming in my head. DOOOOOOOOOOOOON’T!!! Ended up we paid them 50000 rupiah, I initially handed 5000 rupiah they find it offensive. HAHAHA suckers.

 

Jakarta by far the most unique place I’ve ever been to. A mixture of quirkinest and surprises. Next to the slumps come the high rise condominiums and premium shopping malls which are millions billion trillion gazillions times wayyyyy fancier than those back in KL. I can’t believed my eyes. There’s a football court in between the intersection of the freeway. That’s what I called THE utilization of space.

 

Some random photos to end up the post……..

 

I bet Indonesia is organizing another general election soon.

 

Even there’s a billboard for sinetron? Well, if everytime Siti Nurhaliza launches a new album, she deserves one isn’t she. ahahaha ok shut up.

 

I was soo curious on how much fuel costs in Jakarta. Wasn’t even bother to convert. Go here