That's how it is pronounced in Betawi. Today Jakarta celebrates its 482nd birthday. And as usual, as it has always been around this time of the year, there is the Jakarta Fair.
From what I gather from the news, it is a huge expo showcasing, promoting and selling local products and produce.
Due to the far off location (Kemayoran), I've never been to the fair, although this year's event marked as my fourth. There is a big possibility I'm going to miss this one too. The large crowd is a turn off, really.
Kalo tak nak ramai orang buat fair sendiri. There. I said it for you.
Roid, I would like to apologise for not being able to attend the gathering at Plaza Semanggi. I was at Grand Indonesia - being stood up.
My second time being stood up if I may add.
Last year it was by a friend who was supposed to join me for iftar. But she was too wrapped up with Lebaran shopping that she forgot her friend was waiting for her at the upper floors of Grand Indonesia.
This time around, it was also by another friend who's here on a holiday.
In both instances, there are striking similarities. Both did not apologise, both came all the way from KL (just to stood me up?) and both at the very same venue.
Speaking of Grand Indonesia, have you been to the restrooms? Personally, I don't like it.
They are clean, no doubt. The toilet seats, state-of-the-art. The decor, impressive. It is the lighting which I'm particularly bothered with. You see, the lights are so dim that you need to be about 3 inches close to the mirror to see the snot in the corner of your eyes. The effect of the dim lights give the restrooms an ambience bordering spookiness.
Once, I was startled by the restroom attendant who appeared behind me from nowhere.
"Terima kasih Pak," he said grinning.
"Terima kasih mak kau!"
No. I didn't say that. Though I would have said it if I suffer from latah. Speaking of latah, why is it that bule don't latah?
While on the subject of restrooms, I was at Pacific Place the other day and had the urgency to empty my bladder. Standing at the entrance of the restroom was this young lad who I assume was the restroom attendant. Ok. It's normal as in many other malls, you might say.
But this guy was wearing a masquerade mask! Talk about upstaging other malls!
He looked like he had been a guest on RCTI's Masihkah Ada Cinta and straight away reported for duty.
"Jentelmen di sebelah kiri Pak," he said gesturing to the Gents door.
I went in. My mind was picturing him on the set of Helmy Yahya's show. Then, as I was leaving, the young lad was smiling at me and said,
"Tenk yiu for coming Pak."
Emang gue ke resepsi nikah? Really, he should have stopped at Thank You.
It has been officially confirmed by my CFO that I will be going back for good end of July. Inderjeet, like you, I will be going through the task of packing. Although I've done it 4 times in the span of 3 and a half years, it will be daunting, nonetheless.
Owh, btw, Inderjeet, someone told me of a store nearby your residence - Unique House. Have you been there?
This time around, in addition to packing my own belongings, I have to pack the office too. Just the thought of it makes my knees all wobbly. Probably by the end of all this, I should seriously consider a moving business.
Apart from the packing, there are other personal things to do. Banyak pulak tu.
Time is against me.
A dear friend of mine, Peanutbutter, fell sick last week. Really, really sick. I got the news after reading her sister's Facebook status on Monday morning. I called a close mutual friend of ours and he told me about PB's worrying condition when he visited her the night before.
"She's not the PB we all are used to. Very pale and weak. She did not speak much," said my friend.
A call to her husband confirmed PB's worsening condition. I prayed hard for her. I felt sorry because I could not be there. I remained in touch with her husband and a couple of friends through sms and calls.
Later that day, I received a text message from PB's husband. The cause of her pain has beed detected. She had just got out from the OT and was in the ICU for further observation.
Today, a week later, the worse is over for PB. If she was taken an hour late to the hospital, then, according to the doctor, it could have cost PB her life.
PB is now recovering at home. From the sms'es I got from her recently, I could tell my dear friend is back to her usual self again. Alhamdulillah.