I went and watched Avatar last night. Somehow feel like forced but ended up feel good about it, as it is really a nice movie. Anyway, the point I’m writing this entry is not about the movie. It’s about the people here. Just feels like want to teach people, how to be more… Civilize.

Que up

Sibuan don’t que, because que taking time and might make you lose the chance. It is not some limited cheap new york hotels deal for God shake. It is a cinema, with ticket you can rest assure you’re in for the movie. Que the fucking up people!

Lower your tone in cinema

I’m not saying you don’t talk in cinema, we are communication-freak-animal. It is good to talk, but lower the tone. You don’t watch movie at your home’s theater room, you watch with… What, 80 strangers? That also mean turn your phone to silent mode, nobody wants to know how much you love your ringtones.

It is a yellow box

The road is coloured with yellow line, we called it as yellow box in law. It simply means, DO NOT STOP there and give way for others you fools! With population only 25,000 in this small town, traffic jams are caused by that simple rule.

For the last point, it’s simply just personal, don’t talk it too serious alright?

In English always make you look better

I know, my look kind of (perhaps so much alike) a dayak, especially with my hair cut now. It’s totally fine with me and I already get used to it. But, if you speak english at home and with your spouse, try to use that international language to ask me.

Last few week, while my girlfriend’s father went to out station, he left the vehicle at home, for our convenient. Thanks to him, I got the chance to learn driving from the bottom up again. First, Toyota Innova is really powerful. It remind me a lot about the Toyota Unser (or Toyota Kijang for Indonesian) my father used to have.

Secondly, all the drivers here have… Patient. A very big one I mean. Driving with 20 – 30km all the way, and everybody squeezing into the little tinny space they could see. With my level of patient, I would definitely flipping my middle finger. Some how, I have no time to flip my finger. I need to take real close look at the car, because all of them squeezing too close to me, from front, behind, both left and right side And I have to be careful of those truck with all kind of truck accessories on them too.

Did I mention about the traffic light? When the count down count to 3 (not even green light yet) everyone start honking. I’m sure it is to wake up the front row to make sure they remember to place their gear and go. Then when the green light is on, the front row drove only 10km, so I joined the honking-group too.

I seriously wonder what is the use of the road lane line here when nobody even bother to drive on their own lane…

Today, I wanna write about driving in KL. I never drive around the town until I got my car here back in February. Which is just a day before I start work though, so didn’t really drive the car around. Well, obviously the experience is far too different than driving in Sibu where 60km per hour is the legal speed and 120km per hour is a thing that you can keep your nose up on the sky (Like it is possible). Here are list you cannot do in Sibu while you can freely do here:

Horn!

It’s a signal, it’s a respect, it is the only way to notice another driver. That is the way it works here in KL. In Sibu, you try at your own risk

Signal on high lighting!

Once you give a high light signal, the car in front you know what they should do, so they will back off and give you a way. In Sibu, you do that you’ll get a opposite respond instead.

Yes, on a typical stereotype mindset that’s Sibu. I cannot recall how many time my mom warn me when I horn somebody on the road. Well, did you notice just how hot these few weeks are? Argh~!!! I need a relaxing icy sweet pea baby bath!!!