Friday, September 16, 2011

Red Hot Soldier Of My Heart

X    X
XOXO   XOXO
XOXOX XOXOX
XOXOXOX
XO
X
X

Red is Red,
and always be red.
Brave and Strong,
no matter the form was,
the Glare of Glory,
will be remain.


Not like some of my friends, i've never treat red colour as my favorite one, in fact, i think red is totally over the top, sugar-high personality, fire-up ego, and stuff. But, as the meaning of red itself, bravery, i found this red to be match some of my characteristic. Yup, the colour of Gryffindor, (red/gold combo) which happens to be class of chivalry, top-notch talents, and up-going/active people from HP, someone like me, if i'm not too sound like a jerk (this time). I'm not 100% red-gal i think, because i rather tend to be calm, quiet/peaceful person if i'm need to (depends of situation), but if i'm on my 'autistic', 'hyper-excited' mood, yes, i'll be proud to be called red-gal.

My stuff up there, not just represent red-gold glory moments, but also some of my favorites too. The tin-soldier (that i wished to be a nutcracker, but it's not!), is a memorabilia when i visited Singapore toys museum (MINT) on Seah street, almost three years ago. I love oldie mechanic toys, just twist the tin-key behind and he's walk, and play drum too, really eco-friendly i'll must say, despite the tin material, you don't need energy (battery/re-charge), just a simple efforts of finger-twist, cool. The other stuff, well...the name spelled itself. If i want instant calmer (in Nigella Lawson's voice), i just re-stock the double-chocolate macadamia cookies, the Famous Amos specialities of goodness. The cookies tin-case actually heart-shaped, so it's properly if i said "My dear soldier, the keeper of my heart" without too much gag-reflex from you, I HOPE!

Spare my soul in your shining swords,
as my blood will shed over,
my bravery will kept in my vein.
The greatness of fury,
never bury me down,
grave is not my place,
the golden field will take it's place
forever and ever.
XOXO
XOXOXOXO
XOXO
XOXOXOXOXOXO
XOXOXOXO
XOXO
XOX
XO
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Thursday, September 8, 2011

Hybrid Agenda Of The Restless Souls

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Feels of staring 
and flowed like a winds.
Shades of mystery,
caress the mourning and the lost.
Calling me by your whispers,
sheer neurotic split of mind.
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And you, yes you! My precious one,
i took your shoot my dear,
with my daring choice of device that no one
else believe.
Yes my arrogant cell-cam!
And to look at you my real angelic things, i present
my momentum;

A series of posse, not from mine,
but from great inspiration, regards!
Vivienne Westwood Fall 2011 Ready-to-Wear

1. STRONG-RYE, RAY AS FIERCE

Versus Fall 2011 Ready-to-Wear

2. GORE-ROMANCE

Hussein Chalayan Fall 2011 Ready-to-Wear

3. DE-MYSTIFIED

Jeremy Scott Fall 2011 Ready-to-Wear

4. LA FLASH

Creatures of the Wind Fall 2011 Ready-to-Wear

5. GRAY BUT PREP

Marc by Marc Jacobs Fall 2011 Ready-to-Wear

6. SHEER SPOTTED YOU

{VW.Versus.Hussein Chalayan.Jeremy Scott.Creatures Of The Wind.MarcbyMarcJacobs.all fall 2011/RTW.from style}

so i wanna take cut and spare the top of 4 put on 3 (just the skirt). slice the top of no 1 throw the under away, make it as jacket, use for wrap no 2 camisole (burn the skirt away). and for the last of it make combo of 6 top to the skirt of 5 (and please...! just pack the rest out !)

...and will be continued...

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Wednesday, September 7, 2011

A Cup Of My Thoughts Part 1

{pure green tea, taken from not so locally/originated, marche}


Kinda odd when i think about myself, i change. And i love it. Whether it's my personal choice, hobby, clothing, style, even life, it's amazing how my brain/synapses works. And how strange if someone don't want to change, at all. Just like some friends of mine; one of them afraid to be stand by herself so she let her being led by power of pack, being controlled, not by friendly approach. And some of them found themselves comfort, maybe too much, by stick to the same group, years by years, kindergarten 'till senior-hi, and the worst case was they created what i always called 'evil'-circle phenomenon. 

Okay...'evil'-circle. First, is not paganized spiritual propaganda to made fear of bunch of us, it's sort of phenomenon in my own head. Just imagine this; 1 player/shadow leader, 4-5-else? ex-s in the same 'friendship' mood, 7-8 jokey, and another type of cheerios, equal, yup a one whole damn circle. It happens a long time and made me never forgot that kind of "Big Love" compound scenes, yeah...just yuck! So...if change is wrong thing to do, stuck in that 'evil'-circle situation is ten thousands worst, especially for a spectators (one of them, like me).

As spectator, i spend my teen-on-the-hi-school days on mesmerizing. Watching some over-dramatize plot and force to devour it. Sorrow? Sadness? No. I've seen perfectly, my eyes goes bright, methaporically. How religious those 'evil'-circle kids so with their 'love' preach they torture one weakling who already lost her dad, or just because someone cannot mingle like their up-standard so they can easily dumped them out of school. Bully? Of course not. New Bully On The Block? Oh yeah...don't forget to add some angelic-oh-so-cute face one, and spread-some-love-preach, now you get it. And FYI those 'evil'-circle kids are the proud p&w chapel member, how appropriate.

So about change thing, it's good to be changeable, if you know what you deal with it. It's all about taking control of yourself, not by others. And also don't forget that you believe in G-d, that means you have to not screwed yourself easily, because we're not pathetic creature. Use your brain, heart, and others functionally, it helps you everything, yup...be perfectly clean and 'clean'. 

{your biggest enemy are located in your thoughts, sometimes}

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Slurping On Dissolutes Prairie

i'm not that late brit-murphy ramen girl,
but i'm feeling kitschy about the big
bowl of goodness slurp as background.


I wonder if the big bowl of goodness slurp
will make a perfect touch as phoenix-tail-prop.
I'll be satisfy as some of Moulin Rouge gal if that
sort attachment happens though.

As for ramen, despite the kikkoman overload,
miso laden, and thinly sliced beef, i love the 'lightness'
of the broth, truly. Again, japanese really know
how to market their food strategically. I wonder
if we can promote our "Bakmie Godhog khas Jogja", or
should i say, Jogjakarta, Central Javanese style
chicken noodle with duck-egg-and-garlic broth,
i bet we'll win the noodle war, i guess.


As for my clothing thrifts; prairie.on.navy dress from
ITC Mangga Dua, greywolf legging, Singapore
Botanic Gardens eco-bag, b/w stripe skinny belt,
and Giordano Ladies maroon-quilt ballet flats.

Location, Ramen 38 "Sanpachi", Pondok Indah, Jakarta.

Well...who said that food and fashion cannot make it
together, it's two of most essentials livings.
Just don't make me start a architecture + fashion
combo though, that would be epically gore-ish, PERHAPS!

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Mellow Mateys Madness

Lovely Ahoy!


Hola matey!
Why the long faces?
You're not Capt. Jack Sparrow,
but better.
You're Capt. Rocky da Bear
You're not mischievous
as your contender.
You're much mellow than i've
expected.
Why you're so sad Capt.?
Is it because the "Batik" bandanna you wear?
Or because the scratch
on your perky nose?
Pardon moi.

Boring Time...


Marshall Jazzy l'Raisin at your command, Sir!
Fuh!
zzz...zzz...zzz
Fuh!
Seems he's bored or drowsy or something
, but nevermind him.
Maybe he's just tired chasing all those pirates.
Or just the mellow capt. made him
like that.
Mellow viruses is it?
Well...i bet!
Oh...i think he's just a snooty
looking Marshall, maybe i'm wrong.
Fuh!
zzz...zzz...zzz
Fuh!

Harr...Harr..Harr
xoxo
xo
x

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Architecture Of Independece : Pain, Ignorance, And Pride

So yesterday, as we speak, the ultimate 17 wasn't just a something that counts, for my country is a history, great history, it's our independence. After 350 years + another 3,5 years of agony, torture, and suffer, it might be great that we've finally received an independence on 17.8.1945, right after the WW2 (hiroshima-nagasaki mega-bomb point). Maybe i'm too young to understand that (or to lazy to get myself a history book), history is important though; to know your real enemy in truth, to know exactly what country you really live in it, to know the grand-daddy of the cardinal-sin scheme, yeah...we must learn all of that.

I'm not gonna go nationalism-crazed right now, because the fact, my country cannot be something that i really joy-to-talk about. And...don't make me start about our politicians/govs agenda here, oh-my! I'm afraid that i'll be jerk around them, as i always says about my country these days as ripped-off-artist-ass-licker country, and i don't want to talk about the ripped-off artist part anyway...err...cheesy...emotional rage, right. But i want to share about something i really know and dealt with in these past years; architecture...in the heart and soul of the city itself, Jakarta.


Right, when all the power nation racing against each other to make themselves super-designed country/city, ours still struggle to keep waste disposes correctly. Our neighbor such; Singapore and Malaysia already stood their feet into urban-design wonders, sustainable city, green-movement and stuffs, and Jakarta as our home-state still far enough to compete those straight-A goodies. I always belief that Indonesia is much more nature/art/cuisine country than urban/modern/tech one, we must be proud for our self that we made our own unique and much real culture. But, as an architect who sees further to another country goals, this is desperate than ever.


As i took the snap-shot from Jakarta main city point it's always interesting, and also ironic. We just love our retro architecture with all straight line and vivid color, i've always want to discover more 'junk-from-the-past' that made this city looks like a mosaic of memories.


THIS IS NOT THAT FREAKKIN TOKYO OK?! Yeah...but we do appreciate small spaces just like those androids did, even better, and i bet Tokyo doesn't have the ever-loved durian stall right on the street, they only praised their own sweet red ichigo on-the-counter, the heck! Strawberries never ever be cute, OKAY??? They're just sour-patch fruit, even you guys try so hard to make the sweet-hybrid one, still SOUR, AND NOT CUTE FOR PETE SAKE, GOSH! And who says that we need good library with comfy couch to read, nah, the ice-tea box can do just well.


 Do we still need a fence as our protector? Oh hell yes, especially when you reside in your most high-crimes neighborhood, fence-free clustered home everyone? No sir. Yes, we have the over-advertised-so-called-cluster-housings, but our society who live under uncertain safety like Jakarta (1998's horror, political-rad) have some of 'trauma' awareness, so that's why fence really matters here, lack issue of trust even with your own neighbor (and family feud). MRT/SUBWAY/TRAM we don't have...okay we have our busway, but it's sucks, believe me, but "bajaj" like the up-shot there was perfect choice if you want a ethnically feels on your transportation, well if you can tolerate the over-buzz-diesel-noise that almost make you deaf, you'll be just fine.


Let the red-white sephia-nized of our flag waving with it's pride. Yes, it's on the fence again, as i thought, architecture can be a awesome defence stuff for our country, metaphorically. Clustered of stocks represented the sound of empty stomach back when the pre-independence time, the dutch/japan regime was a true form of evil, and change the concept of architecture in the country forever. As we have a growing pains, we ignore the world fast movement, 'cause our people still need to fed rather than to 'live'. Chaotic is our urban design, and we don't need the architect-slash-preacher to tell them what to do. Some of those loser will called us as taking-for-granted people, as we love to waste our really wide and big space (suck that Tokyo!), we ripped the trace of land with nonsense everyday, but why not? Even the govs did that, capitalist wHOREshipper, so as architect what we'll do then, keep 'preaching' or just do the viva-la-vida rebellions act? The answer rely on each of us, so there; Happy Independence my beloved country, Indonesia! 

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Addiction Allert : Lust And Gluttony Part 1

After several prides of mine, it's time to resurface my own paradise, the earliest one. I know that some of you will think lust as a'lusty', personally i found the word lust just to be fiery enough. But, it doesn't always to be like that, lust somehow was just a comfort (plus bio-organ), and not so 'down-there' only. In my country, lust can be irritating/taboo to begin with; why? Porn (degrading), Horror-Porn (lame and cheesy), Ripped-Of-Artist Porn (give-me-a-break dumb fest), yeah that holy grail concept, thanks for that a something called lust never ever achieved a redemption here. Maybe because our nation reputation that so 'religious', our people (esp. the lack-knowledge) eyes won't be popped-out.

Okay, L.U.S.T vers.1 of mine;

Okay...definitely not the text book, are you kidding me?
All my teacher will be like: "Oh...Really?"
Cotton buds; yeah orgasm-to-my-ears, don't get me wrong here,
okay? I loved these since childhood. And for now, i can rubbed
these to my earlobe three times a day (or more).
I've the most clean earlobes i guess, there's no 
wacky earwax you'll find, i promise!
Feels like when you scratch your most longing itch, it's total
comfort. This is better than every danger average
addiction, just made your ears clean and fresh. I can re-stock these for weeks, cannot imagine if it's out of stock, miserable.

Then, here goes the G.L.U.T.T.O.N.Y part;

Okay...i love the suggah'n'butta-crusted-bread, usually with
the choco-chip as filling, this is the way to make-my-day breakfast, with accent of latte. Don't made the 'home-made' 
logo fools you though, because i believe this is 
more like home-factory rather than home-artisan bread. The taste
yum of course! I found it very tasty as gives me the instant
carb-itamine and comfort too.

{Err...don't forget to spot the 'Home Alone' shtick, it's quite fun!}

PS: Right..., this is not-so-final of my kitschy moment, well, this blog was made from addictions, BTW!

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Stillness Beauty On The Concrete Crust

Personally...i wish for a black rose as a gift.
I can only imagine it, with my beloved cell-cam,
call me a smug, but who can't blame me?
I love to snap it,
some loneliness of beauty things,
it's so real yet you must claim that i fooled you,
nevermind then.
My world is a small canvas filled with
extraordinary detail.
But never called me an ant,
'cause i've eagle-visioned eyes,
i can look upon the widest landscape,
and the most inferior that you might be ignore.
This is my wish;




Arrogant am i, if i claimed myself a good snap-shooter?
yeah...i'm not even saying that i'm a good (f.t.g.r.f.r)
, not gonna make myself a jerk you know.
Let my 'friends' or other 'hi-ppl' do that,
i'm just doing what i'm...err...interested with.

Jeez...i'm still sound like a jerk, no better than the lonely red guy on that concrete-clad surface.
Who am i anyway?

PS: Just remember to give me a bouquet of black roses,
AND by means; not in my funeral, okay?
xoxo
IRS INITSUGA
xoxo

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Technicolor Bite-Sized Fantasy

Trivia Starts NOW!

It's sweet.
It's grainy.
It's chewy.
It's colorful (naturally off course).
It's coconutty.
It's palmsugary.
{oh boy can we just legalized the misspell already!}
It's light.
It's comforting.
It's portable.
It's 100% Indonesia.
It's traditional.
It's dessert.
It's vegan.
It's healthy.
It's dairy-free.
It's natural.
It's preservatives-free.
It's cheap.
It's made from scratch.
It's freshly made.
It's tea-friendly.
It's coffee-friendly too.
It's diet-friendly snack.
It's addictive.
It's not play-doh.
It's beautifully packaged
It's shareable.
It's even greater to eat just for yourself.
It's lightly fragrance.
It's not 'saccharine' taste.
It's bite-sized wonder.
It's easy to chow-down.
It's  not french patisserie.
It's not thai-dessert.
It's not even malay.
It's cultural legacy.
It's indonesian, yes, i typed it twice now.
It's my family favorites.
It's deep in my heart.
It's deep in my stomach.
It's essential to me.


IT'S COLORFUL "CENIL"-BLACK/WHITE GLUTINOUS "LUPIS" COMBO
WITH  JAVANESE PALM-SUGAR SAUCE AS COMPLIMENT, AND SHREDDED FRESH
COCONUT AS THE TOPPING
~ PURE GUILT-FREE ENJOYMENT~

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Pop Memoirs After The Reborn Life

It's been a while since my birthday's bash in the past couple days, just in time to bringing back the memory stuffs of mine. Yup...just like others, i had good/bad memories but sometimes it's just a fun moments to remember, i can't even forget about all details in my life, especially bad things. Some wise peoples always say, forget-n'-forgive, but heck NO! If that's happen i'll need some brain-washer-genius to washes out all the headjunks. Ripped-off preachers, eat my f-n'-f out!


The most well-kept memory (beside...well-maintained cerebral), is from my beloved photograph collection, you know by film rolls, not something spells di.gi.tal. It's preserved your image better than you can imagine, well there's include the photo-album which keep it safe though. I'm 2 years old on that pic, i'm not gonna be narcissist by saying how cute i am, but more like, how great the whole scenario on that pic, i mean, the welcoming hands, encourage the baby to come over, there's no photo-director in that scene, just nice touch.

The other stuffs right there; one of those is the most sentimental memory of them all, is the hand-operated musical movements device i've got from Singapore trip (again!), yes one of the chinese-factory genius creation that will make the iPod shame on, especially when out-of-battery mode, is the reason why the music can be reach their eternity. Why not? it's a portable wonder, easy to travel around, unbreakable (err...except for corrosion). This awesome device contained memory factor, the music itself, chorus from "Somewhere Out There", the ost. from my childhood (even now) greatest 1986'animation-movie, Steven Spielberg's "An American Tail". It's the most touching movie that made me drop my tears, not like cartoon these days; silly, ridiculous, and full of non-sense-sexual-innuendo-stupidity. Right! To wake up and preserve the memory, here, watch the volunteer's clip;


{Fievel, separated by his family, singing under the
starry night.SOBS.}

Yes...it's a touching story about Jewish-Russian family (portrayed/described/analogue as mice) who immigrated to America, with all the problems, drama, and desperation. Mr. Spielberg really bring the dark/bright sides life of immigrants, it's reality beneath the surfaces, well...Mr. Spielberg is Jewish too, so he knows about it. The song is from a brother-to-sister mouse that separated after a disaster by-the-sea when they're departed to America. I love this more than the artists version, yeah, attach to the story, attach to my heart too.  

PS: Not forgetting about the last two; Polly Pocket "Mother Goose" hairclip, and chocolate cupcake lipgloss, well...as a child/girl i love those 'sweet' stuff, i'm really proud of myself to manage them kept in safe until now. They're not just a 'stuff', they're my memoirs, INDEED!    

Monday, August 1, 2011

An Not-So-But-Very-Real Education

Do we need education? Ha! I'm not talk about that anti-semitic-theme ABOUT girl-next-door-act-purity-act-so-clever THAT fallin'in-love-and-broken WITH prince-oh-so-charming-'blamingonjewsguy' oscar winning movie, oh no! That's not educational i think, more about pseudo-nazi propaganda, based on true story about sore loser 'independent' woman, SAR*great*CASM. I'm talking about the real thing, education through who we are. Well, let me give you a hint;


Wow, is that old-skool biology? Yeah, damn right! But i'm not gonna tell you about the marvelous things about plantae kingdom with it's sections, i'm barely forgot it. So...i'll choose the even-grown-up talk, which they found it really fun to talk about it, sometimes a little bit too much, that will considered as bad-taste-joke, but the fact is, sex is a real thing that matters these days, err...if not over-exposed. I've got my very first idea about sex when i'm 5th grade, oh yeah, thanks for my desk-mate dude for revealed it, that's made him a new kid messiah, giving me a nightmare for all straight year. Yeah, nightmare, i'm even cannot look my parents on the face back then, too much awkward moments, too much fact that killed me.

But, it was an education, some of the most indulging to talk with, well, to experienced with (for the expert). Just like a flower that needs to mated to become a garden, all living kind needs sex for living; to make living, to create life. But somehow, these days, 'to make living' seems not much anymore, why not over-exposed them; let's make it porn! Porn, Porn, Porn, yup...indulgence in your wildest imagination. Well...i remember that i'm accidentally found my Dad "Playboy's: 50 years Playmates" books, it's a strange-but-absolutely-fun findings. Thanks to Mr. Hefner, now i know what sex really about; bunny costumes and act-cute-boobs-and-butts, and maybe dozen of perverts who worships them, fun! Well, it's not a 'real' thing i think, but our society need those for stimulate their libido nerves, fair enough, but the real horror is; if the real libido cannot stimulate naturally anymore, well congrats to the evil-media-aristocracy, you'll get your bucks, a LOT, 'cause porn will be a new kind of normal career fields, just for so-called stimulation. If that happens, i will be devastated, 'cause i'm not gonna throw my architecture title that i'm already dead for getting it, no sir, it's too much for money grubbing. 

In the end, well...we need sex, if we know how to deal with it, don't be hypocrite about it, i know your mind sometimes glimpse that idea, it's perfectly normal. Just keep the rational age barrier functional then, let it be an education.

PS: Yup it's my kitsch prop; the olde-worlde "DIDALAM DAN DILOEAR KAMPOENG oleh J.B.Wolters, Groningen, Batavia" biology book from fest, and just-a-toy condom from Singapore trip, SCIENTIFIC!

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Oh Pesto You Just So Damn Good

$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
$$$$$$$$Handful of Basil$$$$$$$$$
$$$$$$Handful of Pine Nuts$$$$$$$
$$$$$$$$Cloves of Garlic$$$$$$$$$
$Spoonful Extra Virgin Olive Oil$
$$Grated of Parmigiano-Reggiano$$
$$$$$$$$$$Salt/Pepper$$$$$$$$$$$$
$$$$$$Portion of Fettuccine$$$$$$
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

The fragrances, semi-vegan (well...the cheese) green sauce laden pasta, is the only exceptional green-food that i've found very addictive to tasted it. I never believe that some food without any single meat (beef/chicken/fish) can be delicious/savory enough in my mouth, well the "Fettuccine con Pesto" will works for it though. Yeah... i think the sauce itself, the "Pesto" is the magic word isn't it. But the magic never works without great stuff behind it, let's talk about the quality then. What i know, and everybody does, some home-made/high quality ingredients/organic will conquer the 'store-brand-jar-thing'. Same as pesto, if the restaurant uses only good ingredients to make the sauce, administer by hands, not let's-open-the-bottle/jar, you'll get the essence of pesto-nirvana, you bet!

As for the cheese-factor which made this dish not qualified as whole vegan, it'll be succeeded if we uses "Parmigiano-Reggiano" one. It's not some snobbery's brand or something, it's just the italian kind of parmesan cheese, which very highly regards from it's origin Parma and Reggio Emilia area in Italy. Different than store-brand parmesan, it has a nutty, faint bitterness, and decadent aroma. It's not your everyday cheese, especially in my country which more familiar with cheddar, this parmesan is a splurge cheese, and it's expensive too (250 gr for almost 350.000 rupiahs, it's like 35$).

I want to make it my own pesto, someday, i'll save a money for it. But, the whole ingredients just intimidate me a little bit, the gourmet cheese, olive oil, dry pasta, and pine nuts, yes, the binding agent, which make the pesto taste so savory, it's a rarity here, expensive indeed. So, to experience my kind of addiction, i'll just eat-in at decent restaurant. Yup, job done, with 3-4$ a plate of "Fettuccine con Pesto" i'll be just fine. The fragrances, herbal(y) note from basil is the 'kick' that corner out the hardcore laden of extra virgin olive oil and the cheese, so...i can eat this like everytime my wallet allowed it, yeah...well...minus the green bits that stay in your teeth, err...fabulous?


{This lovely "Fettuccine con Pesto" shoot i took from Amadeus, Fx Sudirman, Jakarta, lovexxxaddictedxxxforever!}

Oh...i just want to share the magical "Pesto" recipe (i hope i'll try this sometime/someday/somecentury) that i found from this blog, cool!

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Old Town, Old Town, Kota Tua Part 1

The most pleasant things when i'm get bored is to do travel and snap a cell-cam photo, yup...street lingering stuff. But, when my wallet/donor are not supported the concept of 'world-travel' so...i'm going local, to the main city itself. Jakarta Old City, is not just touristy  spot, it's got history, scenic, cultural responds, and unique street knick-knacks around them. For the hauteur photographer, Jakarta Old City or shall we say, "Kota Tua", is the sephia/monochromic landscape wonderland, there's so many photographic gems regards for this spot. Maybe the charming effect of Dutch-Colonial architecture allured them, or just the old-rustic/chaos sensations. The heck! I'm just enjoyed everything that appears to be interested me there.


Case 1: Taken this from Fatahillah Museum courtyard, it feels ghostly enough, because the empty-green-grey-clad plus the faint shadows.


Case 2: Short taken by my friend as my cell-cam really difficult to be auto-mode without that freakkin' TRIPOD. Still located in the Fatahillah's courtyard, the wooden gate just like something i've always imagine of Tudor-ian castle, i feel sombre than before, especially my whole pastel-this-pastel-that looks, yeah right!


Case 3: Detail...detail, architectural detail on "Kota Tua" is full of classicism wonder, this one happen to be the old-bureau-institution office, stone-by-stone characteristic, fun!

Case (s) >>> TO BE CONTINUED


Wednesday, July 27, 2011

As Cool/Breeze As Water For My Earshot Part 1

{INTRO}
 JUST TOOK THE COOL/BREEZE WATER SHOOT FROM NGALAM RESTAURANT
BY ME AS ALWAYS
DAMN RIGHT
!!!!!!!
{LOL-ING}

Maybe you'll be bored when i repeatedly says about; "Music must be tasted like Cool/Breeze water, 70% cold + 30% lukewarm formula".

Okay, i'm not a genius-scientist, i doubt i'd ever achieved any single science bienalle things, even i was based from science class high-school grad.

But, for my ear and my brain a.k.a emotional physics i need soothing factor. Music. Not some yoga-freak-instrumentally music please! Because i loathed yoga-asian-philosophy-antics, honestly.

Normal music like pop, jazz, swing, rock, tech. every genre that tasted Cool/Breeze, i'll take it. With the combo of cool/breeze water, air-conditioned (18-20 Celsius) room, fluffy pillow/cool sheets, and light/oceanic aromatherapy.
=
zzzSLUMBERTOPIAzzz

So, the BGM for this very first session is from;


Jingga - Tentang Aku

It's from the 90's, a year that i favored so much, i think all the music comes from that era are essentially cooler than this GAGA/BIEBER viruses cladding for now. Jingga is Indonesia's band...err...rather like 1 vocal, 1 keyboardist, okay like Aussie's own Savage Garden, yeah just like that.

I loved how she sang, her vocal is a real thing, not 'over-touch', not 'beyonce-ing', not 'gaga-tech', just simple soothing voices.
The keyboard-guy just as savvy as the vocalist, elegant but not too chopin-ic, just divine, simply naturally, just like music should be play, i don't need act-so-guru-ripped-off-so-called-musician in my ear anyway!

savvy/divine
savvy/divine
savvy/divine
savvy/divine
savvy/divine
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Tuesday, July 26, 2011

The Melancholy Rocky My Clumsy Bear Chronicles

Rocky           Rocky
Rocky..Rocky    Rocky..Rocky
Rocky..Rocky   Rocky..Rocky
Rocky....Rocky....Rocky
Rocky   Rocky   Rocky
Rocky  Rocky  Rocky
Rocky...Rocky,,,Rocky...Rocky
Rocky...,,,,,...Rocky
Rocky   Rocky   Rocky
Rocky        Rocky
Rocky...Rocky

Rocky      Rocky
Rocky..Rocky
Rocky
Rocky
Rocky
..

You are my catalyst, my buffer, my source of comforts
May others will high-up their brows
But you're something that human cannot give
You're one of hundreds meanings of love.
                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                
                             


                 
                                                                             
                                                                                                                              
Rocky hated veggies like i do, he rather enjoyed sweets, snacks, and meat-based.

Rocky will sit patiently while i'm prepared his meal.

Rocky love to sit under the piano, and made a head scarf out of curtain, pretend he was a indian-chief.

Rocky love to licked me, but hated most when i try to smooch him back.

Rocky knows when i'm says 'Kucing' (cat), and he'll patrol around the house and barking like alarm.

Rocky always eat and munched like cookie-monster, never care about how much he's messed up.

Rocky hated potion i give him when he's scratch, he'll rubbed all his body under the carpet, rhetorically.

Rocky always make a horse-stomping feet everytime he finished potty-business.

Rocky love pillowy surfaces just like his pillowy-puff coat.

Rocky always give his rest of his food to big brother, Jazzy everytime he gives Rocky the killer-look-n'-growling
act.

AND THERE'S MANY MORE
SOON
HAPPINESS
WILL
RETURN
XOXOX
XOX
X