Friday, April 29, 2011
the wedding
I was watching the news about the royal wedding, and there is this music clip "i could have married kate", which is interesting.
Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=65g20v3PzoM. will upload this later. -> done.
"While millions celebrate the wedding of Wills and Kate, four dejected people (and one horse) think it should have been them walking down the aisle. I Could Have Married Kate tells the story of their pain and how they completely misread the signs."
So i guess not only people are jealous with the royal wedding, the horse is also jealous with other horses that were chosen to accompany the royal family.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Traffic..
I always feel that driving in Jkt is similar to challenge myself in one adrenaline game, where so many unpredictable things could happen. Mostly negative.
But this morning on my way to work (or not-so-morning), where the weather was nice, a perfect weather i think, in one narrow road (read: road with two ways lane packed with lot of vehicles, pedestrians, carts, and other things imaginable existed), i was stucked with a big truck driving in the opposite lane, leaving a really narrow passage where only motors/pedestrians could pass through. Strangely, the truck driver allows motors to went first, patiently wait for all to pass through, and i remember no horns were heard (which is weird here), where in my logical thought that time, he had enough space to keep moving forward, without creating further block. Guess not everybody is that 'kiasu' (unlike me). Good driver do exist here.
Other thing is, everybody seems to be patiently queue to pass through. This is just like in a feel-good commercial, or a happy ending film scenario (no pun intended). Then other thing is that not long after that i saw several motor, driver & passenger, seem like smiling happily toward each other (or am i hallucinating, as far as i know, i dont take any drugs or other weird things before). Or i guess i was in a so packed neighbourhood, where everybody might have already knew each other. Or maybe not.
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