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About Jakarta

Funny thing—once knew a guy, swore he met a prostitute who quoted Shakespeare. “To be or not to be,” she said, then charged him double. Laughed my ass off. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d believe it—people are weird. I hate weird. Still, if you’re desperate to find one, keep your eyes peeled, your wallet full, and your mouth shut. “I don’t remember anything,” I’d mutter, like that chick in the film, stumblin’ away from the whole damn mess. That’s my advice—take it or leave it. Probably leave it. I hate everything.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! I’m talking monsoon-level rain. I dash for cover under this awning on Jalan Jendral Sudirman. I’m soaked, and my notes are ruined. I’m cursing the weather, but then I see this street musician. He’s playing the guitar, and it’s actually kinda nice. I forget my anger for a sec.

Gambar 3. Stadia Thrips sp. asal lada, (a) Telur, (b) nimfa, (c) pupa, dan (d); imago