Given a traffic like one in Indonesia, I should be able to drive anywhere else in the world. But I honestly do not possess the sheer guts to hit the road; not during the daylight, not when I know I was going out into the lair of crude drivers and face a traffic war. I take the wheel at night when there aren't so many of them out there, when I don't have to get myself close to being involved in a road rage. Yeah, I have a driving temper that ramps up uncontrollably for every road-users in Indonesia. Hit me. Maybe Im unreasonably biased, but tell me if they don't honk at you for no reasons like demented people; if they don't behave like they own the roads to themselves; if they know how to be courteous at all; if they aren't as rude and ungracious as I think they are.

When you drive in Indonesia, you have to break all traffic rules. To hell with your traffic etiquette and self-righteousness and moral values. You're in the wrong country.

I couldn't bring myself to do any of those - driving like a maniac, driving like my sister. Urgghh at times I just feel the urge to smack her head and yell at her for the way she always is behind the wheel.
But if you don't fall, you'd never learn how to get up by yourself. So I might just take my brother's words and be as ungracious as all drivers here are. Because here, nothing works right - when you think you're a pretty decent driver, they think you're a stupid newbie; when you think you're abiding by the rules, they think you're an excess prick on the road. So they slam on their honks and let them wail incessantly, quite like having a string of vulgarities hurled at you. And I could only fume inside the car and yell at no one in particular. I was glad my cousins found it amusing, but I wished the deranged person could hear me instead.

Enough ranting. Until Im out of this place, Im gonna try to be a ferocious, law-breaking driver if that's what they want me to be. For crying out loud, Im going to drive an Audi!

Okay. So after so many times changing my flight schedule, Im finally going back to Singapore this Sunday. Im in between wanting to go back and not wanting to. At least my Mum's coming along with me. But Im leaving my brother and sister behind, and that means I wont get to see them again for another year.
Sighh. I really don't need to remind myself.
My heart feels dreary.