tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135082992024-03-20T17:51:12.074+08:00Travel to JakartaAn effort to capture Jakarta as I can, cause it is not a tourist destination and trying out local delicacies.PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508299.post-51184202271614301432008-07-28T14:18:00.006+08:002011-10-11T16:30:01.880+08:00The other side of the main roadCurious what is the other side of the railway. Then brave myself on my curosities. Walked on a brigde, cross a mini tunnel walled by houses. Crossed the rail. Voila! I am on the side of the rail.<br />
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A view of the houses, which is very closed to the rail. I think they got used to the loud noise comes from train rolling on the rail.<br />
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A make shift of a place to rest. Best part, they get to experience the train passed at close range. Anyway, I didn't get to see it. I didn't think I should be there that long.<br />
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On where I stand I can see the river, a way of cummuting to the other site.<br />
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This is the tunnel that I mentioned earlier. Even provide telephony service.<br />
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The river I was crossing. Actually the river is welcomed if it is cleaned. Even got the reflection of the houses. If the water is clear, I guess many would like to visit the place. Think about it, a tourist attraction.<br />
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Some one is basking in the evening sun. Getting part of the body to tan. most likely that is the rail no used. Another way to relax in the evening.<br />
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The bridge I mentioned earlier. This takes me to the rail road...<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIgK7gUBdo08lHkws1k_sbJ2Mc18bC14RlGDntdWEmC-LeKALWZTCDg7AGcvB_sy9vAuKf8pJlJPYFmWOKu2Jo53BGEPBSYT-Vz-1lFB93sHrom8ZcCFKj4-rDnHzZn4_41IOKqQ/s1600-h/DSC00990.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" height="320" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227952026525374834" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIgK7gUBdo08lHkws1k_sbJ2Mc18bC14RlGDntdWEmC-LeKALWZTCDg7AGcvB_sy9vAuKf8pJlJPYFmWOKu2Jo53BGEPBSYT-Vz-1lFB93sHrom8ZcCFKj4-rDnHzZn4_41IOKqQ/s320/DSC00990.JPG" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="203" /></a>PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.com94tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508299.post-17055916218332455312007-10-08T18:14:00.000+08:002007-10-08T18:29:23.075+08:00Sleeping<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0m-0dLqdE7BGdCcP1UZiEWwedMBORK6f7XYbtKcgUJ-I-MYBTvwd1XBLKJ_PBspP2I2xY2lXSoxz8y8iOrTm8v9BR2q0PSXiksLR2YEkxZ3Iauj5nGcLVSAFS2o9W_RqRjMWCjA/s1600-h/DSC00975.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118909971271778818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0m-0dLqdE7BGdCcP1UZiEWwedMBORK6f7XYbtKcgUJ-I-MYBTvwd1XBLKJ_PBspP2I2xY2lXSoxz8y8iOrTm8v9BR2q0PSXiksLR2YEkxZ3Iauj5nGcLVSAFS2o9W_RqRjMWCjA/s320/DSC00975.JPG" border="0" /></a> I saw someone lying down. The best part is, it is on a table. This table is along the small road and not somewhere in a house. Hmm.. come to think of it, the surrounding is cooling, windy and shady. Will I do that, maybe, if it is at a nice environment.PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508299.post-25132678243965758572006-12-01T22:34:00.001+08:002011-10-10T10:21:38.350+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7912/2437/1600/235010/DSC00974.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="237" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7912/2437/320/147308/DSC00974.jpg" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" width="400" /></a> Water rationing, more like they are selling water to neighboors. From the looks of it, very environmental friendly. No fuel use in tranporting the water, so no air polution.<br />
<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7912/2437/1600/527426/DSC00971.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="238" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7912/2437/320/987604/DSC00971.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="400" /></a> Taken this one from center of a bridge. There were people talking near me, but I dare not listened to them, but looks like they saying something to me.. ignore ignore.. just shoot photos.. I am done.. bye bye guys..<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7912/2437/1600/551281/DSC00960.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="240" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7912/2437/320/459226/DSC00960.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="400" /></a> Another <em>Bajai</em>, not sure if it is a <em>Bajai</em>. Those guys are playing chess. Wanted to take photos with different angle, but worried about those guys might give me a hell of a day.. hehehe.. Thanks Selba for clarification, "The vehicle in the last pic is not a bajaj though it looks kinda similiar. It called "Bemo". They have special permanent route like bus, not like bajaj, where you can ask wherever you want it to bring you around like taxi.".PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508299.post-1159842260336877792006-10-03T10:10:00.000+08:002011-10-10T10:22:27.527+08:00Roxy journey continues<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC00959.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="191" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC00959.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" width="400" /></a> This photo was taken in monotone. Along the road a number of psuh cart is seen. They are selling food. Some of the carts is with the trader. Some of the traders were getting ready to start business. I was tempted at one point to try out the food. But it was only 4 in the evening.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC00956.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="299" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC00956.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="400" /></a> Then I brave myself into the small gang way just to fill in my blanks or question marks, "What does looks like in the front of these houses?" So I was there with this photo. Everyone there was staring at me. Hmm.. I am still one piece today. As in the photo, the right side is a wall separating the houses and the railway.<br />
<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC00953.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC00953.jpg" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" width="248" /></a> Went back to the main road, which is spearated by a river. Then strolled to see more. I guess I have not enough of these houses and it's surrounding. This intrigued me, a car in the house. How did it manage to get in there? My coward overtakes my curiosity. So no answer to it. More photos to come...PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508299.post-1153217748195078792006-07-18T17:54:00.000+08:002011-10-10T10:24:38.380+08:00Railway Traffic Light<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC00945.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC00945.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="299" /></a> Ding! Dong! Ding! Dong!... I heard this bell sound before. Yup.. the sound of warning that a train is passing by soon. As the picture on the left, human is crossing the rail road that jelled with tarmac... so no train is coming.<br />
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Good thing about buses in Jakarta are the shape will tell me the different companies buses. One thing till today, I don't know where the buses goes to. The fare is reasonably low. With this low fares don't expect a comfort ride. But think about the low cost of travelling in short distance it is much much cheaper compare to taxis. Don't try this if you are not ready for the unwanted events. I have heard a few which I have mentioned earlier.PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508299.post-1145417523623401762006-04-19T11:17:00.000+08:002011-10-10T10:27:58.211+08:00Tongseng<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01266.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="300" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01266.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="400" /></a> A delicacy using mutton and it is called '<em>Tongseng'</em>. The mutton is boiled using charcoal. As the local mentioned to me that '<em>Tongseng'</em> is a nice food. So I was at the street beside Metropolitan I and saw this stall.<br />
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This stall business is very good. It finished business within half and hour to 45 minutes. So imagine that those wanted to taste the food, have to be there to find it was sold out. I did missed it a few times. Besides, the mutton is used in fried rice. I even get to choose the level of spicy of the food. I always opt for the most spicy in the fried rice. As for the soup it is standard.<br />
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Those in Jakarta, if you are curious what it taste like, get a local to take you there. It is different from Malaysia '<em>Sup Kambing'</em>PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508299.post-1142937297388610962006-03-21T18:05:00.000+08:002011-10-10T10:28:44.776+08:00Surrounding Roxy Mas (part2)<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC00937.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="229" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC00937.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="400" /></a> At one end of this road there are a number of stalls selling food. I was tempted to tried out the food there, I was held back after thinking twice. The reason was the river behind it. Don't want to get additional taste.<br />
<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC00939.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="299" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC00939.jpg" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" width="400" /></a> Here is a close look at one of the stall. I used this stall as my subject cause it was the most striking colored stall. This stall is selling deep fried, barbeque, soup and grill food. The dishes listed is my favourite food. Not going to take it there.<br />
<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC00940.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC00940.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="299" /></a> Front of Roxy Mas complex. A colorful one. Mobile phone is the major product being sold in this building. I once bought a mobile phone here. T68 Ericsson. Now it is with my mom.PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508299.post-1141119509746625852006-02-28T17:07:00.000+08:002011-10-10T10:30:12.553+08:00Surrounding Roxy (part1)This post is continuation from "Another side of Jakarta" post.<br />
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There are alot of this small vans beside <em>Roxy Mas</em> a shopping complex. I have seen this at many places. Commonly found next to shopping complexes. If I am not wrong, it is called <em>Komilet</em>. I have used this public transportation once. I have heard people get robbed when they are in this <em>Komilet. </em>Yup only one color that is blue. Haven't seen it in different color.<br />
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Opposite of the Roxy Mas complex is this whole stretch of houses. These houses were separated from main road by a river. The river was not clean at all. When I was there to do photos grabbing, I can get the stench. I have no choice, in the name of photography I have to sacrifice my nose. The funny part is I got used to it.<br />
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I was quite happy to see reflection in the river. This really make the photos looks better. For photo taking I didn't have a better machine with me. Can't do more wonders to the place.<br />
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How often do this kind of place comes by. That was my first time seeing such place. It might not be a blessing but at least it told me a lot. How lucky I am today or at the point of writing this. Teached me not to have high expectation in life. Be happy with what I have or what I can get. And live life with less stress. How I hope this is always the case. But the world I live in, is never that easy.PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508299.post-1140511144037780192006-02-21T16:29:00.000+08:002011-10-10T10:31:16.585+08:00Glodok Station<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC00911.0.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="299" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC00911.0.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /></a><br />
This surpirsed me. I was there and a Jakarta friend waiting for a bus to get back home. There were so many people cramped in the waiting area of a station at Glodok. When the bus arrived, the door opened and everybody wanted to get in the bus. Then a bus operator controlled the number of passenger getting into the bus. Those can't get in will wait at the platform. And when the bus moved the station door closed. That's what you can see in the photo above. Phew.. come our turn, we managed to get into the bus and no need to wait outside the station on the platform.<br />
My previous post in this blog about people not getting into the bus without buying tickets is proven wrong.PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508299.post-1139981975852401722006-02-15T13:21:00.000+08:002006-11-14T11:23:35.946+08:00Starbucks in MetropolitanSo I have decided to go there for a drink. As one of my colleague is leaving Jakarta for Kuala Lumpur for good. So we decided to get him to treat us.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC00896.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC00896.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I cannot remember the named of this drink, anyway it is ice in coffee with milk. Even the tissue was printed with logo. If it would have the word Jakarta on it, I would have kept it as a souvenir.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC00897.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC00897.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />There was a story to this picture. The girl sitting behind her notebook.. I don't think I want to tell the story. This was what the interior looks liked. Not much different compared to K.L.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC00898.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC00898.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This was the counter where the drinks were purchased. I remembered one of them can command a good English. But I did Indonesian with them.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC00899.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC00899.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />These are sweets for after drink. There were few flavors. And the sweets were stored in different size of container. I purchased 2 of them.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC00900.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC00900.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />A separate counter for self-serviced. Straws, milk, sky juice, tissue, sugar, brochures and I don't know what else.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC00901.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC00901.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC00902.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC00902.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />These are the sweets that I bought. Actually I was questioning myself, should I buy it in K.L. or in Jakarta. Then I decided to buy it in Jakarta. And I did the right thing. When I was in K.L. buying drinks from a Starbucks counter, I only found one of them. hehehe.. until today I have not opened any one them yet. Hmm.. will the sweet melt?<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC00903.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC00903.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />World Trade Centre can be seen from inside the coffee outlet.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC00904.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC00904.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Later in the evening, I was leaving this coffee haven. More and more people appeared in this haven. It was getting dark soon out there.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC00906.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC00906.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />A coffee banking outlets. This Starbucks outlet is open in conjunction with a bank and the bad news is I don't remember the name of the bank.. poor me.. so customer can do banking and have coffee at the same time. But I guessed it is more of doing coffee and not banking..PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508299.post-1137243953954466372006-01-14T20:51:00.000+08:002006-11-14T11:23:35.525+08:00Good TestimonialI was looking at the counter, just curious if my blog have any viewer. Came across a viewer. As usual want to check out who is this the surfer, oh.. is a company. Wow! my blog is use as a good testimonial of a project. I don't mind the blog being used as a reference.<br /><br />But the funny part is the project was not solving the city problem of transportation. Not to discredit them. Just that I find it funny, a minor good testimonial was taken as a success.<br /><br />I have not really complete my comments on the special busway created.<br /><br />1) It reduce the width of the road where it can of good use for other vehicles.<br />2) It was created on the city busy road. It was always an experience when after office hour where the jam is not bearable.<br />3) It was more like for city tranportation rather than residential.<br /><br />Anyway, I do not want to comment more. As I am no judge for others.<br /><br />Chinese New Year is very near.. preparing for the clebration?PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508299.post-1134914291459633062005-12-18T21:44:00.000+08:002006-11-14T11:23:35.187+08:00New second hand gadgetI haven't been blogging since.. yup nothing special.. it happens to alot of them out there. I was recently changing life. I guess is not getting easier. Am filling it with challenge. Meeting new requirement as a new man.. new man?! Nah more like I am growing up from some big boy.. no.. I don't think I want to grow up.. err what am I doing? Ok.. I am growing up physically.. most likely side way.. hehehe.. but the brain is not..<br /><br />Here is my new gadget.. got it second hand.. from my brother in US of A. I like this thing.. ok ok.. I might be a little out dated with technology. Still to me this is one fucking hell of a nice phone.. pardon my language..<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01477.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01477.jpg" border="0" /></a> The phone.. a Motorola.. RAZR v3.. details info.. nah you guys don't need this.. there are better ones out there..<br /><br />Hmm.. this post is to let those reading this blog.. I have a new one ywsoo1.blogspot.com this is one is publishing photo of my home country.. you can click the link somewhere on the right column.. didn't found.. then it must be at the right bottom.. sorry guys.. got to do some scrolling..<br /><br />This blog is continuing for others to view.. might add some photos later.. if I am not busy with the other one..PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508299.post-1131375338372994492005-11-07T22:53:00.000+08:002006-11-14T11:23:34.828+08:00Selamat Hari RayaOpps! I was late in sending wishes on Hari Raya...<br /><br />Any way it is not late for that...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">SELAMAT HARI RAYA!!!</span>PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508299.post-1130855800435047122005-11-01T22:28:00.000+08:002006-11-14T11:23:34.437+08:00Wishes to MalaysianI wish all Malaysian<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">H</span><span style="color:#ffcc66;">a</span>p<span style="color:#009900;">p</span><span style="color:#00cccc;">y </span><span style="color:#cc66cc;">D</span><span style="color:#660000;">e</span><span style="color:#9999ff;">e</span><span style="color:#cc66cc;">p</span>a<span style="color:#ff99ff;">v</span><span style="color:#33ff33;">a</span><span style="color:#cc9933;">li!!!</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"></span><br /><br />Great to be a Malaysian. A multi racial country. Where diverse of culture exist. I glad I can celebrate Deepavali with other fellow Malaysian. Even if I don't do visiting, at least I get to go on holiday and enjoy the atmosphere.. And again to all Malaysian and those who visit Malaysia, hope you guys enjoy and celebrate in what ever way you can think of..PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508299.post-1130648480008503302005-10-30T12:42:00.000+08:002006-11-14T11:23:34.053+08:00Another side of JakartaSeen this when I was travelling from one place to another. With an Indonesian friend. Which push my adrenalin one step higher. My only thought was, camera. But I only have my digital compact. Wish my SLR was with me. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC00929.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC00929.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Living areas along a river. I guess it must be cheap staying in this place. You get to hang your clothes out to dry.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC00931.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC00931.jpg" border="0" /></a>They do have balcony at the back to do washing. Convenient isn't it. As I was taking this photo, there were two kids playing near the door.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC00932.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC00932.jpg" border="0" /></a> Didn't mean to be rude. But can stop myself taking this shot. There was a building on the right side. Maybe this man is leaking and getting a fatest way to total flush it.. hehehe..Did you notice that he is huggin the tree?PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508299.post-1126969829237082852005-09-17T22:42:00.000+08:002006-11-14T11:23:33.291+08:00Current & Future Public TransportationThe other day a friend in Jakarta email-ed me a map of public transportation. Here is the map. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/peta3ja[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/peta3ja%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Some of the public bus is available for public. Some in construction. The bus is the busway I mentioned earlier. For rail transportation, those big train is also available. But not the light rail. The other day I was hoping to see Jakarta version of light rail transit. And now I don't even know if I have the chance to even ride one.. hmm..PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508299.post-1126534901717877562005-09-12T22:12:00.000+08:002006-11-14T11:23:33.003+08:00Holy PlacesFrom the army camp, I walk to search for the big modern mosque. I happened to pass a area where the train travel. This is my first time seeing a train rail elevated like LRT in Kuala Lumpur. My first deduction upon seeing a train moving on an elevated rail, "LRT in Jakarta, me want to try." hehe.. Beneath the rail was a number of homeless people. I wanted to take photo of them. Hmm.. gue takut terkencing di seluar.. didn't want to mess with them. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01161.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01161.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />As the train passed by, I seen people on top of the train. Hmm.. first thought was.. dangerous.. on the second thought.. hehehe.. it is quite fun! How do I get a chance to do this? Myabe never. But if I get to do it I will do it. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01162.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01162.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I was looking the mosque. Since I was not sure where, I started to guess the location by looking at the pointy structure. There are a few big gates and small gates. I entered the compound through the small gates. The mosque is called <em><span style="color:#99ff99;">'Istiqlal Mosque</span></em>' I then walked along the outside of the mosque to look for the church. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01163.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01163.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />As I was turning corner, I found the church. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01164.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01164.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Taken this photo when I was infront of it. As I was so occupied with the church. I didn't notice the main entrance of Istiqlal Mosque was at the back of me.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01166.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01166.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />There were alot of 'gerobak' infront of the mosque. Below are some photos of the Cathederal and the mosque. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01170.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01170.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01174.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01174.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01177.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01177.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01180.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01180.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01190.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01190.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01192.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01192.jpg" border="0" /></a>PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508299.post-1126255441506125902005-09-09T11:56:00.000+08:002006-11-14T11:23:32.757+08:00Palace..On one Saturday, I finally managed to haul me ass to Monas again. My target was to pay a visit to holy places nearby. One is the Istiqlal Mosque and the other is Cathedral a church. It was the lazy me that tempted the adventurous me not to go out. And here I am. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01154.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01154.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />As the bus was passing Bank Indonesia, there was a demonstration going on. It was really a large group. First saw it, I was scared. After a few seconds, it look safe because they look peaceful. From the next day newspaper, the march into Monas was related to closing of church. I got out from Monas busway station. It was quite a walk before I get to take a photo. There is a palace opposite one of the entrance to Monas. As I was about to cross the road to get closer, I saw a guard in a cemented hut. He was there not moving for quite sometime. Hmm.. it should be okay if I just got a little closer to have a better view. As I started to cross, corner of my eyes I saw something moving. I froze on the spot. I was shocked to see an army with an automatic weapon. So I gave up the idea of crossing the first half of the road for better photography. Don't want to get myself into a messy situation. There and then I took this photo. As I walked along the palace I seen more army standing near the trees, camouflaging themselves to the trees. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC011551.JPG"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC011551.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />From far I saw a big building. There was no army along this building. So then I dared myself to cross the road to this building. Is Makamah Agung, a court house.<br /><br />to be continue...PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508299.post-1126176685901361742005-09-08T16:50:00.000+08:002006-11-14T11:23:31.637+08:00Uh oh me being tagSelba, you... ok I will tag along..<br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"><em>7 Things that scare me</em>..</span><br />There are alot of things that I am scared. But I try not to think of it too much. I'll try the first seven I can think of<br /><br />1.No good pay job for me in future<br />2.Losing some one I love<br />3.My car give me problem on the road<br />4.Immigration officer<br />5.Ask to do other people works<br />6.Loose my freedom<br />7.Loose my senses (at this moment hearing)<br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#99ff99;">7 Things I like most..</span></em><br />not to be numbered.. the one I love..<br /><br />1.My Canon camera and it's accesories<br />2.Everything to do with my car<br />3.Travelling<br />4.My photos<br />5.Sunset + sunrise<br />6.My Bonsai plants<br />7.Eating or feasting<br /><br />There are more, I can't say what I like most. Because I have too many hobbies.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"><em>7 Important things in my room</em>..</span><br /><br />1.Mirror<br />2.Bed and accessories<br />3.Aircon (on hot day)<br />4.My love one<br />5.Ceiling fan<br />6.Electrical sockets<br />7.Windows<br /><br />Can't think what is important in my room.. I guess I just list out the necessity<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"><em>7 Randoms fact about me</em>..</span><br /><br />1.Like to see people happy.. especially the one I love<br />2.Help people emotionally<br />3.Like to chat with friends, but sometime out of topic..<br />4.Short temper whenever I get caught in something I dont like..<br />5.Dont care about my health<br />6.Like to joke, dont mind people make joke of me (not sarcastic jokes)<br />7.Not serious in works<br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#99ff99;">7 Things I want to do before I die..</span></em><br /><br />There are too many things I want to do.. and it is hard to achieve<br /><br />1.Fully modified my car<br />2.Travel to countries I haven't been before<br />3.Have my dream house<br />4.Have a muscular body<br />5.Own the best digital camera by Canon<br />6.Have my own pet<br />7.Die peacefully<br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#99ff99;">7 Things I can do..</span></em><br /><br />1.Make people smile, if they can smile<br />2.Make myself cry with slimy stuff drooling from my nose<br />3.Kick my ass (of course I won't do it)<br />4.Making faces at kid below 2 yrs old (they won't beat me up)<br />5.Yak none stop (telling grandfather story)<br />6.Eat 500ml icecream<br />7.Ask stupid question<br />and many more...<br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#99ff99;">7 Things I can't do..</span></em><br /><br />1.Give birth<br />2.Lick my own nose<br />3.Fly an airplane<br />4.Make a pasta<br />5.Read other than Bahasa and English<br />6.Kiss my own ass<br />7.Grow a money tree<br />and many more<br /><br /><br />Not tagging anyone.. because most of them are tag...PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508299.post-1126164704291123862005-09-08T14:19:00.000+08:002006-11-14T11:23:31.409+08:00Sate in JakartaLast nite, me tried <em>sate</em> with a friend. The sate stall was located at Jln Sabang, near Sarinah complex. There are many stalls to be found. The first stall we past by has alot of customer, but not on Jln Sabang. But the one we were looking for is called Pak Herri on Jln Sabang. As we entered Jln Sabang, we started to look for Pak Herri's stall. Found the stall. But there wasn't any customer at this stall. Hmm.. 'Should we eat here?', for me any stall will do. So I have to play the tourist role. 'Any stall that you think is good', was my answer to 'Which stall you would like to try.' Hehehe.. I felt funny looking at my friend deciding the place. Then my friend asked someone to recommend. Of we went to Pak Herri, as that was the stall recommended. Sorry no photo of sate from this stall. Upon misson accomplished at Pak Herri stall, we walked further down the street for another sate. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01272a.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01272a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This sate was dipped in different sauce. The sauce is spicy. Oh, this sate was using beef and tongue. I can't remember taking tongue from a cow. It taste good, maybe because of the sauce. And it was served on banana leaf. I cleaned up the sauce. Hehehe.. Ok, this sate is called <em>sate padang</em>. I would like to try this again as the sauce is good. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01200.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01200.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Actually I have tried sate at a number of places. Most of them look like the photo on the right. The satay is already dipped with sauce. I saw this sate outside a restaurant selling ice cream and drinks. I have to order the sate first before going into the restaurant. This sate was bigger in size. Bigger in size mean bigger in price. Usually the sate of 10 sticks cost no more than 10,000 rupiah. This satay cost me 15,000 rupiah! 'Aiya I can afford la', as I was arguing within my self. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01194.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01194.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This was what the stall looks like. It sat itself at the entrance to the restaurant selling ice cream. The sate was cooked over a charcoal stove. I was wondering how did the guy carry that thing around. Hmm.. What I can think of is maybe there is a small lorry to carry it back. It sound feasible. This where I placed my order. Then I went in then came out again to take this photo. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01197.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01197.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />There were many people in there. Almost out of table for me to take my sate. Beside the sate, I order an orange juice and a mineral water. The location of this sate is behind Istiqlal Mosque. There was a few restaurants located in the same block.<br /><br />Ok, to summarize it. Many local mentioned the sate in Jln Sabang is famous. And I have tried it. It is good. And found new sate taste there too. I guess it is good to have a local to take us around to get the different taste of food in Jakarta. Hehehe.. not bad for me, I have a good tour guide. To my tour guide, thanks alot.PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508299.post-1125979872383683042005-09-06T11:32:00.000+08:002006-11-14T11:23:31.105+08:00Market in Tanjung DurenMy first thought of the market would be an open space with alot of big umbrellas around. Where people traded their goods on tables. I was wrong. I kept asking where is the market. My eyes followed the direction of the finger. Huh? A building? A big building? So it was not an open space. Is a building with few floors. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01067.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01067.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />As I was entering the compound of the market. Some stalls was set at the entrance. Fruits mostly were seen. Since it was a Sunday. I would have thought the market does not have that many people around. And I was wrong.<br />I always notice people staring at me when I included the people in the photos. This makes me worried, cause I did not get their consent to do so. 'Curi curi ambik gambor dia orang, bahaya tu'. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01068.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01068.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I was looking for the signboard of this market. Trying to know the name of this place. I was directed to this particular entry of the building. 'Pasar Tomang Barat', the market was named. The market was lively with many peolple selling variety of stuff. So I tagged along in to the building. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC010692.JPG"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC010692.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I was standing at the stairs looking around. Seeing what was for sale. I saw this guy squatting on the ground beside 2 wooden boxes. He was selling something. Out of curiosity I asked my friend, 'what do you call that?'. I didn't get the answer immediatlely. 'Got to ask mom', was the answer I got. Ok. Me can wait. Or I rather put it 'me have to wait'. After hanging around the stairs, the guy move his trade else where. Wanted to show you what his boxes look like. I wasn't fast enough to capture one. And this lady was playing a handheld game while waiting for customers. And it striked me, 'Isn't she old enough for that?'. Nah.. If given me a handheld game, I will be doing the same.. hehe.. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01070.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01070.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Deeper into the building we went. Saw this cake stall. Selling variety of cake and 'kuih'. So I bought one and try it out. Mmm.. not bad. It tasted a little too sweet. I like sweet stuff, but not too much of it. 'Nanti gue dapat kencing manis, susah gue'. Near to this cake stall is an escalator moving up. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01071.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01071.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />A big shop called Ramayana. I have been into Ramayana before. They sell clothes mostly. Didn't went in there this time. So we continued walking around and we found a stairs going up another level. Most of the stalls are closed. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01072.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01072.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />One part of the floor, where food stalls were found. Some of the stalls opened. Customer were around. Mostly having drinks. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC010731.JPG"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC010731.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />From the same place I look out and saw many stalls down there. I didn't get a closer look as we did not passed in front of it. After looking around in the market we headed back to where we came from, my friend's house. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01081.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01081.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Along the way, I saw this number 39 with word dogs on top of the number. A pet shop? Was my question. No, is a house number. I feel funny looking at it, so took a photo of it. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01083.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01083.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Lighting were line up in the air, guess it was for celebrating independence day. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01084.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01084.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Then we came to this street. A guy sitting in an armchair waiting for customer to purchase used items. I was hoping to see something interest me. None, zilch. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01085.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01085.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The flag of Indonesia is a must for every residence to respect the independence day. That is what I know from my friend. After that I went back to the hotel. Was very tired. Went to sleep like a log.. hehehe...<br /><br />'Kue Pancong' was my friend's mom answer... thanks for the answer.PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508299.post-1125897226586074202005-09-05T12:26:00.000+08:002006-11-14T11:23:30.769+08:00Tanjong DurenI was paying a visit to friend's place. So off we went to Tanjong Duren. Took a bus from a bus stop nearby Mall Tmn Anggerik. Upon arriving the destination, I have to jump out from the bus, as it is moving once the last person is out from the bus. I was taken around the neighbourhood. Before the mini tour. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01056.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01056.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I was shown to a garden which is on the third floor. There were alot of flowers. The one flower I can named is orchid. I am not good at flowers named. There was many ants moving on this particular flower. Then I used my camera's magnifying option to take a closeup. I guessed the ant just stopped with it's silent dead post. Not for me to take photo, but to avoid notifying predators of it's present. Of course this was indeed an fantastic oportunity for me. The eyes, torns on it's abdomen are lucid in this photo. This is my first time photographing an ant this close. Hmm.. very bad of me scaring the bugger. Hehehe.. From the garden I saw an interesting structure. A number of pointy parts. I can say it is a church. I was so eager to go there to photograpgh. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01057.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01057.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />So of we go to this church. As usual I was using the sun as one of the object. If not for the cross on the top of this building, it will be a castle.. hehehe.. I am wondering any English's castle in Jakarta? Actually I was looking for an open to the church. This will allow me to get a close look at the building, where I can get a closer look at the art on the building. Maybe the inside. We were trying to search for the open entrance. But to no avail. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01059.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01059.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />As we were standing on the bridge. Saw the reflection in the river. The reflection was quite clear. My camera does not come with a wide angle. So I did this to get the tips of both ends. It looks great. In a chat with a local, church are rich else how the get to build a nice church. I was disappointed of not going in to the compound. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/tjg%20duren.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/tjg%20duren.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />As we were going back to the house, I was invited to take a walk. I agreed as I see this as a chance to look at the surrounding area. On that day there was a lot of flag along the houses. I found out it was their Independence day, which was few days away. Talking about Indonesia Independence day, I can see the freedom they have on that day. The people can block part of the road to have their own events. It made me felt the freedom around Jakarta. I should have excepted the local invitation in joining them celebrating their independence day. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01066.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01066.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We came to a sundry shop. This shop is convenience for those staying nearby. There were tropical fishes for sales next to this shop.<br />Looking at this shop, reminded me of my young self, where I frequent it for tit bits and some other stuff that interest me. Then I was asked if I am interested in market nearby. So out of curiousity I agreed and I haven't been to any market in Jakarta before...PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508299.post-1125822260588429292005-09-04T15:04:00.000+08:002006-11-14T11:23:30.607+08:00Musical FountainLast night I was at Monas again. Actually I was going around taking photos of holy places. But i feel like posting the musical fountain. I was there early. Waiting at the open space for the water fountain to change from a normal fountain. I was there around 6.30pm. Waiting there alone. Felt silly. What can I do. Since I was there might as well wait. 2 minutes past 7 was glowing on my handphone lcd screen. How come there still nothing happen. Hmm. Am I at the wrong place. I gave up and start moving toward the entrance to exit Monas. I heard loud noise. Is a music. My eyes were screening at head of me. There was faint light flashing far away in front. As walk closer, I then confirmed that is what I was looking for. Damn! I was at the wrong place. I walked as fast as I could. As I get to the entrance, there were so many people around. Got myself a place to enjoy the moment and snaping the photos. The crowd was applauding each time a fanstatic water spray with light was displayed. Here are some of the photos taken. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01205.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01205.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01207.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01207.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01210.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01210.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01211.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01211.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01212.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01212.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/1600/DSC01217.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2051/1190/320/DSC01217.jpg" border="0" /></a>PhotoCrazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01503429800171969331noreply@blogger.com2