I spent my last weekend in my hometown, Padang, a small city with “nothing” to see. Yeah, compare to Jakarta with its gigantic upscale high level shopping malls, high rise office building, and other landmarks that intimidate the people live within, Padang has almost nothing.
Almost 10 years ago I left the city and now it still looks the same. It even become more desolated nowadays after the rumor of tsunami will hit Padang. Pantai Padang which used to be the most famous now are being left. People whose house is close to the sea coast are selling their house. Economic growth is nothing significant. Nuff said. I won’t go any further describing my unrightfully feeling of my hometown.
I can only say that the most responsible poeple for this backward development is the government. Yeah, same old story. God, please tell me something new, like that comes to me as a surprise.
If you reader happen to be on the same side with the government, yeah please tell me that I am apathetic and complaining way too much. I just write about it, and still I have people accusing me of not doing fucking anything but protest in my blog. Like it is a crime to protests about our government. They are really doing nothing!
Anyhow, the reason I went back to my hometown was not just to say bad things about the city. It’s the wedding of the brother of my best buddy. They chose 8 August 2008 as their wedding date. I don’t think that they are really into the 080808 symbolic number. (Yet in both Chinese and American cultures, the number eight is symbolic and lucky).
But it’s always nice to have your most important day in your life to be well remembered.
So there will be another 090909, 101010, 111111, and the last one 121212. Which one will be yours? ehehe…

right to left: bang Udin, Ikhsan, Bang Bob, Uni Ami, me, Harry
ps: I am not that short. Those pricks were wearing minimum 5cm shoes, I wasn’t. That Shrek beside me heights 190something. So blame him for making me looked so short