Fuck you to the moon and back, Jakarta. Fuck you with all my heart.
This morning I spent hours on the road, thanks to MRT construction works in Sudirman. And after unbearably driving a snail’s pace under the city’s burning mid morning sun, I found out that the police had barricaded the exit in front of SCBD, the one next to Pacific Place, without even putting up signs to warn incoming drivers who had been lining up thinking it’s opened, who had wasted time and efforts and ended up having to take another route. It all felt so pointless, so totally useless, bloody mindless.
And then as I drove into Senopati, the traffic jam there has reached the intersection before the left turn to SCBD, so I said to myself fuck no, no more of this, not anymore, and I took a hard right turn and escaped to Le Cafe Gourmand in Gunawarman.
I just realized Gourmand sounded so much like Gunawarman.
A small victory in a quiet place where I could open my laptop and did some work on a document like any supposedly busy Jakartan professionals would do on a late Tuesday morning. I asked for the wifi password and the barista said sorry sir, our wifi is in trouble. I wondered who was it that’s in trouble, the wifi or someone who’s responsible for the wifi? And I ordered for French toasts and a glass of fresh juice, whatever fruits they’re juicing that day. The barista replied, sorry sir, no fresh juice. I said, do you have anything fresh, at all? No, sir. Apologies.
But the coffee was good and the work went well. All apologies.
An hour to lunch time and I decided to try my luck with the traffic, and lo and behold it’s so much better now, so I stopped by at that laundry next to Apotik Senopati and left one cardigan, one hoodie, and one denim pants there. All was good until twenty meters away from the laundry a silver Avanza made a hard left turn and almost hit the catbus and I said to myself what the fuck dude I was driving in the middle lane minding no soul and you almost hit my car? So I chased the mindless fucker down the road and I could see that that ape knew someone was chasing him/her (but I’m sure it’s a he, I just knew) and tried to escape. I was able to close in on him and thought why not I teach him a lesson he will never forget and step on the gas deeper.
But then I thought, why succumb to his level, to his neanderthal stupid ass level, to his sorry excuse of a life? So I slowed down, take deep breaths, and tried thinking happy thoughts.
Fuck you, Jakarta. Fuck you to the moon and back.