Colours Of Our Lives

Experiences and Adventures The Sin Ming Court Gang Of Three Have di Jakarta.

The Jakarta Gang of Three in Singapore

The Gang of Three is now back in SG.

It all began with an early morning call from #1 of the gang. He had been admitted to Bangkok’s Samitivej Sukhumvit Hospital.

Within 24 hrs flights to Singapore and Bangkok were booked, #3 of the gang was dropped off at his grand aunt’s before his mother, #2, got on a plane to Bangkok. By the next day the three were together again, breaking fast on the first day of Ramadhan with the extended Woodlands family.

It was an amazing, surreal and impossible 48 hrs if not for Viber, What’s App, Skype, Google search, budget airlines and Godsend super taxi driver bapak Muji Pranoto who appeared after a nerve-wrecking 15-minute wait.


We had just been told that with 90 minutes left there’s no way we can reach the airport in time while navigating the infamous Jakarta macet (the grand ancestor of traffic jams). I am close to tears by now and would have really broken down if not for the sight of the white Express taxi pulling up the driveway.

Alhamdullilah! I breathed and Mateen exclaimed. With relief, hope and apprehension we loaded the bags into the boot and began our journey to the Soekarno Hatta International Airport.

The beginning of the taxi ride was smooth enough with the bapak knowing the road conditions and his jalan tikus (the alley of rats) well. In no time we found ourselves on the main thoroughfare of Jalan Sudirman and heading towards the airport. Still we were cautious to breathe easy because the notorious jam really begins on the jalan toll (expressway). The incredible stories of commuters stuck for some 5 hours and missed their flights were starting to look like reality for us.

At the toll booths, the taxi started to c-r-a-w-l. Traffic was crazily slow and my heart was beating fanatically fast. Eventually we managed to pay the toll and got onto the expressway stacked with all kinds of vehicles: luxurious ones, battered and soot-emitting ones, heavy ones, agile ones.

I think I have never prayed so hard before. Please please let the roads open so that we can get to the airport on time! It took a little while but slowly, miraculously, one pocket of space opened up after another and pak Muji got us weaving in and out of the mad traffic. Soon my prayers for a clear road became prayers for a safe journey.

After 40 minutes of intense concentration, we finally left the other vehicles behind and were flying towards the airport. That was when we saw the majestic kites soaring in the blurry blue skies.

Alhamdullilah and thank you bapak Muji Pranoto!