Love Letters

The story so far

I took the liberty to take a friend's name as the title and idea of this blog, but no worries I already got his consent. An early warning regarding this blog, it won't be all and all about Jack and me as his pal. It will be about random things. How random? As random as the traffic in this city, where during weekdays and office hours can be hell on earth. Exaggerating a bit, but that's okay cause it seems like that most of the time. Well, except maybe during the break of dawn when burglars come back home to their hideouts with their loots.

The public transportation in this city is either managed by the devil himself with the intention of making its inhabitants to constantly curse and bite their finger nails in utterly self-stress-disbelief of powerlessness, or, by an also disillusioned fellow Jakartan who is just as awed and dumbfounded by the complicated strings of problems causing the transportation muddle. So if you're reading this Mr. Governor, or Minister of Transportation, or whoever you are having the authority... do "have more balls than a Chinese ping-pong tournament" and be the angel sent from above and fix this mess! It will take a revolutionary and radical measures to solve this problem but I'm confident the people will support anyone with bold actions in making this city more livable.

Ayo Jakarta!

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