Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Opportunity Cost

Hello, I'm back again. Thanks to those who read and keep going!

Last weekend I was in Jakarta. It's a crowded city. You'll probably not like Jakarta itself but it's vibrant with Kempinski, Hyatt, and other big malls that carry labels like Louis Vuitton and Chanel. It's hazy for the fact that there were so many cars and it's probably the main contributor to my mild sore throat now. The traffic jam was terrible enough though it wasn't a gridlock. Imagine if there was a gridlock jam, all the best staying on the road for more than half a day. Thankfully they have a quite efficient public transport system. Not the best but enough to get us by rather than wasting time and opportunity cost being on private transport. Cabs there are relatively cheap and uses meter without being asked to.


Visited the museum (God knows how much I learnt), the several hotel interiors that my uncle and his team designed. So he was the curator for several hotels for a moment telling us about the history of a particular mural, and the majestic view of the ballroom ceiling. I think it's inappropriate to show all of them here, but soon you'll see some. Check out Kempinski Hotel and the ballroom integrated to Grand Indonesia. Both has its distinct magnificence.

The hotel that I stayed in was not as bad as I thought it would be. I was glad that I had almost all (sauna, steam room, and swimming pool) the facilities to myself. The gym was impressive. Personally it's the best gym I've visited so far. Treadmills with television? I can run all day long. I'm really grateful I was not sick like I was in KL. The GRO was efficient enough to help me fetch my gloves and goggles from my room while I was working out.

Once we had our dinner at their Japanese restaurant, Origami and I was clueless on how the buffet works! I was overdoes with salmon. They were abundant!

The swimming pool is chlorine free, as good as the one in my campus though not Olympic sized. I had a hard time finishing my laps in campus but not for this! Fun sized pool for fun sized people like me. Then came my mum's friend with her relatives. They dropped by to swim and we had our supper at Dome.

One of the malls I went to during the trip was so crowded I can suffocate. The air-con is not as cold as the one in Mustafa Centre and I felt claustrophobic, which I have all the good reason for it. You can play "Spot The Emergency Exit Sign" and you'll lose, trust me.


I swear Jakarta is like a BlackBerry town because it's 'berryfested' with so many BlackBerry user. Imagine this, I was sitting on a bench and I looked around all of them are on their BlackBerry or at least holding on to it. When I looked at the people sitting next to me, the person who's next to the next and so on, they're all on their BlackBerrys! It's so many it probably beats the number of total iPhone users in Singapore. Although in Singapore, mostly uses iPhone with some using BlackBerry and Android, it's still relatively not as bad/good (I don't know) as compared to Jakarta. They're like 'berryholics'. Loves it. For once, I felt like I was a part of an inclusive society.

Bahasa Indonesia and Bahasa Malaysia is so different, it's just like British and American English. It will be like chicken and duck talking but both will (most of the time) end up understanding each other like chicken and duck understanding they belong to the same group in the animal kingdom.

Went out with my mum's friend and relatives on the last day for shopping. How awesome, by the time we reached back to catch our flight back home, I was so beat.

Today I went over to Illys's chalet, after a long time not meeting her, finally we get to meet! Sadly the other two were unable to go.

Anyway, food for thought here. In Jakarta, there I was, sleeping soundly under a roof, air-conditioned, away from pollution, and pressured water that flows out perfectly from the shower. Having real food like salmon and wedges for breakfast.

A few hundred meters away, lay a kid whose roof is the open sky and whose blanket made of soot. Whose breakfast, lunch and dinner rely on human compassion and sympathy. Whose dream no one knows whether it can be achieved.

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