What's up with Indos?

This is an old story. Happened about a couple years ago. I went to dinner with couple of my mates. Told them a story about my struggle to adapt in Jakarta. Funny, it only took me a week to adapt in Auckland, ten days in Phoenix. But it took me almost two years to adapt back in my home city. It's sad really, but I have to admit, here in Jakarta is a downgrade. You can't expect to get used to Flinstone-ville after you had a taste in Jetson's era.

Then another thing about your gender status. For example, it takes me three times harder to gain respect from my clients, since they see me as another wife-to-be instead of independent career-oriented woman. If I told who my father is, then they'll take notice. I hardly use that anyway, cause then I'll be to dependent on him.

Another case, like low-class workers, it's not that I want to be racist, but you see, there's a huge gap between social status in Jakarta. I tried to respect the poor people. The thing is, they have no education and no manner. My parents taught me to stay quiet or ignore, because I'm a female and it's pretty dangerous if I pick a fight. But I had so much anger build up inside, then one day I decided to teach them a lesson.

I went for a lunch, and I saw "those" people gathered in front of my office. They were the construction workers near my office. I walked as fast as I could, wished that they wouldn't notice. Wishful thinking, they did notice. But I still managed to gather my patient and ignored them. Kept repeating to myself, "Not worthy, not worthy...". After working hours, I tried to find alternative way to my parking lot. But it was just a bad day for me and I met them. They verbally assaulted me, then I snapped.

Now....I'm a pretty mellow lady, but an old mate told me if something pisses me off it'd be scary, like the beginning of WW part III.
Completely ignored the fact that there were more than 8 native Indonesian men, I screamed the most ill-mannered words (this translation is more polite than actual event), "I know your mother never educate you with manners. But maybe you should eat more pork to make you smarter, rather than f*cking goat in your bed!". (FYI: Muslims don't eat pork)/ They were stunned but then again I managed to shut them up.

Like I said, I didn't mean to be racist but these people didn't respect me, so I refused to respect them. I had to put up this kind of harassment for years. I usually just went home and cried in my room, frustrated. But this time I had enough, I will fight 'till death if I need to, bring at least 3 to 5 people to hell with me.

I know, it sounded horrible, and I'm sorry if I offend any of my Muslim friends. You guys are different though, you guys value me dearly, so I value you the same. Like this saying, treat people like you want to be treated, and simple enough for me, an eye for an eye.

Things I Hate about Jakarta #1

PENGENDARA MOTOR! Gak bermasalah dengan pengendara yang bertanggung jawab dan berhati-hati, tapi kenyataannya 99% pengendara motor di Jakarta bertingkah seperti primata yang gak pernah disekolahin. Jelas-jelas motor itu diciptakan maksimum untuk 2 pengendara, tapi bisa-bisanya dipakai untuk 3-5 orang. Matanya udah jereng kali sampai gak bisa bedain antara Toyota Kijang dan Motor. Mangkanya, kata mama banyak-banyak makan wortel biar sehat dan tidak BUTA!

Lalu belum lagi gaya "berani mati" mereka, yang tiba-tiba suka manouver sembarang sampai nyaris ketabrak kendaraan besar. Setelah itu, bukannya lebih berhati-hati karena berhasil melewati maut, malah bertingkah semakin menjadi-jadi. Akhirnya, kalau sudah kecelakaan malah menyalahkan kendaraan besarnya. Mending kalau matinya sendirian, tapi ini malah merusak kendaraan yang lain dan bikin macet. Matipun masih nyusahin orang lain, ck!

Tapi yang paling dibenci sejuta umat oleh gw, adalah pengendara motor yang suka balap liar. Masyarakaaat!! Motor udah jelek kayak kaleng begitu aja pakai dimodif-modif. Sama aja kayak make-up-in kambing biar cantik, tetep aja kambing. Udah gitu, suaranya juga gak enak didenger, ngang nging ngung, kayak nyamuk. Udah kurang kerjaan banget, mendingan lenyap aja dr permukaan bumi, gak ada yg kangenin kok.

Hey jeqs, kalau memang bermodal main balap, beli dong Ducati atau BMW, superbike deh jangan supersuck! Yang kayak gorengan begitu malah dibanggain. Mending dijual buat beli mobil! Cewe cantik kan cumen mau naik mobil biar kulitnya gak kotor. Lah kalau modal loe motor dangdut, jelas aja dapetnya model pembantu kulit hitam dan suster ngesot. Jadi, tolong deh tanggalkan imajinasi loe yang merasa diliatin cewe kece saat lo berisik di daerah perumahannya. Ada juga elo lagi dikutuk jadi batu dan disumpahin biar jatuh terguling-guling.

Yah gw berharap semoga 99% pengendara-pengendara ini bakal dikasih extra kemampuan otak untuk sadar diri, bahwa kenyataannya mereka tuh suka ngerepotin dan disebelin sama orang lain.

True Story: Setelah lembur kerja sampai jam 130 pagi, baru 30 menit dalam trance mimpi, dibangunin sama sekelompok motor barbar yang gak tau diri dan sebagainya. Sekarang jam 340 pagi, mereka baru lenyap setelah polisi-polisi gendut dan lambat itu datang menggiring mereka pergi ke neraka (berharap dengan segenap hati). Tapi tanpa kejadian ini, blog ini tidak mungkin terlahir.

Update terus sampai Jakarta dan Indonesia menjadi tempat yang lebih baik. Peace and Out!

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MORONcyclist aka. motorcyclist! It's a two riders transportation, yet they use it for 3-5 people. Unlike cars, motorcycles don't have outside shell protection, yet they drive as if they can't die. But what I hate the most, those junks street raced in home areas at 2 AM. Definitely 1st class dimwit assholes.