jakarta giving sounds

taking a motor ride for almost every single morning (and evening) on my way back and forth to my dearest midtown office, takes me to another level of understanding this city. this city (what i mean with this city, i'm talking about the people) is either so fully occupied with whatever they do or heading to go- or they're naively think this place gives a better reasoning for them to feel alive and keep on living.

so, most of the time, i tried to be like other people on the road. they're pretty much occupied with themselves, though obviously you wouldn't talk with your fellow motor rider who's standing next to you. and since i don't drive - i ride- i simply sit. and i plug my ears

the sounds of jakarta beat any sound coming from my dear mp3 - ignoring the choice of putting its highest level of sound of fear it would damage my ear.

then again it was more of the fear that i would lose my contact with the world. i'm not that much of a people person sometime. but i would try my very best to at least have myself connected with things that might share stories without actually talk. so the city talks with its way.

the road sighing as the the tires screech, and the people getting mad as the horns ensemble an orchestra of how this city live.

i'm not sure if it's the better place to living live. i like its ignorance, its ironic, its struggle, its fight, its hype.

but sometime, an aurora borealis on the sky as the silence of the wood and its deers drop by as you have your hot cocoa in a jacuzzi whenit snows - that would help me talk with what the other part of the world have to say. i would rather listen, now.


terimarassi