Rich People are Weird.

Wrong neighbourhood, sir.

We live around the corner from them. Our house is a modest two-storey terrace. This is our strange neighbour. I don’t know what he was thinking. This house doesn’t belong in this side of town. But they’ve inspired a few here and there to build balustrades and grecian columns that has absolutely no purpose to be there as a structural support.

It's been more than a year. Nobody wants you.

There’s always something dark and delicious about Jakarta: gilded opulence and depraved decadence you can’t even begin to imagine. Trust me.