Opening a new business in Jakarta is not as easy as it sounds. Especially if you have to start from zero. Unlike any other rich man’s son who can inherit their fathers business and start from CEO to head of CEO if there’s any, I had none to inherit (seeing that my father possessed not one building residing at the center of Jakarta). I’m not saying that no business my fathers running through his days is dead, but then, there’s always my brother and sisters to continue his work (and not my field I might add). That’s why, as the last son and the person who don’t know a thing about electricity, I’m not putting my hands on it. Luckily, my mother gave birth to her 5th child with a set of creative and talented brain. Unlucky for her, there’s always a catch. Being gay is one of them. Then again, creative, cute and fashionable has always linked to gay-ish attitude for guys (wow, cute is a strong word and I used it to portray a bobby? How certain…). Being creative has made me of who I am now. Not me whose income is based on uncertain freelance jobs, but me whose certain of that one-day where I’ll rise to become someone.
It’s 7.44 am now, with parents out on their morning walk, I’m free downstairs to smoke this filthy cigarettes and drink gassy coca-cola. I’m not sure if people allowed drinking soft drinks in the morning, but they sure taste good. I was supposed to sleep around 6 am. After half an hour trying, I decided to go downstairs and go online again. Apak’s not around. Feeling a little sleepy now, but 10 is the hour when all my sisters planned to go to mangga dua. Better wait if I want to go. Well… I’m in no position of going to mangga dua actually. First of all, I just went there like 3 days ago? Then I’m tired facing the crowds (considering that it’s Sunday and mangga dua is unquestionably full of crowds bargaining for cheaper price). And I don’t have anything in mind that I want to buy. But… The fear of facing home alone the whole day wiped that whole ‘mangga dua? I don’t think so!’ away. So yes, it’s now 8 and still 2 hours to go. I can handle 2 hours! Duh! Just have to buy a Kratingdaeng to pump this deadbeat body of mine.
Actually… I do need to talk about something about someone here in this blog of mine. But don’t you all think that it’s unfair for me to talk about that someone when I know that that someone read all my posts religiously? Yea… think so too! So, lets just keep it inside. ;-P
Lots of Love!
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