Not only should the Indonesian people believe in God, but every Indonesian should believe in his own God.
I ended up very American and very Indonesian and a little bit of a lot of things.
I've lived in Jakarta and have seen a lot more by living here, and I understand that there's so much more to Indonesia than just Bali and Jakarta.
I lived in Indonesia for four years and I understand trance and magic and where it comes from.
In Europe, they travel a lot lighter. I always joke that my Indonesian passengers bring their house and their neighbor's house.
I travel to Jakarta, I see what an important country it is. I've been working with them for a year.
One thing about Indonesians is that a lot of them, even if they don't understand English, have absolutely no problem memorizing English songs. Even my dad.
Millions of Indonesians who live with secrets in their family who have a sense of that kind of secret that their parents never told them, want to be told about what happened so they can know where they come from.
Indonesian people don't get satire; that's the thing. There's no thought in our humor.
Indonesia was good - and crazy, too! It was a great experience to play there. I enjoyed the football. It wasn't easy. It's very hot.
Which other people in this world stop up holes in their sidewalks with cassava, brothers and sisters? Only Indonesia itself, on account of the abundance of its food.
I went through a clubbing phase - then, I dunno, dude. The club scene in Jakarta sucks. It's rich kids and kids who are trying to look rich.
I would like to go to Kalimantan island in Sumatra to see the carvings and longhouse sculptures. I've also always wanted to look at the wood carvings along the Sepik River in New Guinea.
Why not look at Indonesia? It will be the third biggest country in the world in population in 25 years' time - after India and China.
