The Genuine Smile Behind Those Bars, My Confessions Part 1

As i mentioned about my ever-original pom, "Jazzy The Raisin Face", i don't want to forget his lil' bro, the bear-faced pom, Rocky. Talk about their name's, i just took it as simple as i can. I love music + I love dog = "Symphony". Rocky, is more submissive one, as his bro act as alpha-dominant-male all the time. As his not as smart and witty than Jazzy, Rocky can described as opposite one, reverse side from his lovely brother. I don't wanna be the horrible unfair person, no way! But, sometimes reality just bite you hard. Jazzy and Rocky is the examples of extreme siblings favoritism challenge. To be fair, Rocky, has a friendlier traits, beautiful smile, and very gentle kind. He doesn't...overactive too much, he's more calmer, let's say he is a melancholic-persona dog. I love both of them, and i just trying myself to be fair as i can, it's no hard-job, really. Rocky will give one of his best smile for you, so here it is (Jazzy peeking behind as extra);

10 Things I Like About Rocky

1. Your smucked-bear face,

2. Your stupid-innocent act,

3. Your so obvious jealousy (when i'm too care for Jazzy),

4. Your comforting puffier-coat-than-Jazzy fur,

5. Your patience (when i'm always treat Jazzy first),

6. Your deep-voiced bark (as Jazzy can be really-annoyingly high-pitched),

7. Your melancholic expression,

8. Your overly excited appetite (you're just snack-crazy, man!),

9. Your act-like-guardian-dog traits,

and the best for last,,,

10. YOUR MILLION-DOLLAR SMILE, HAS BEEN MY TWO THUMBS BROKENHEARTED AID!!!



Still i'm just a unfair jack-ass, i'm no better than 20th Century so-called-mom, what a pathetic human being i've becomes, my stupid act just gave me a huge regrets.

;[xoxo];

Onde Mande...! The Fantastic Of Real Padang Food Part 1

Just because i start to maintained my body-image lately, doesn't mean i lost my addiction to food. Food is my obsession beside art and travel. And when i just too lazy to go to restaurant/cafe/eating spot, or got enough over junk food delivery, i choose the fast (still delivery), the traditional approach, and still pretty tasty, well...it's Padang food. It's not malay/singaporean influences, it's the original thing, the indonesian, West Sumatra ultra delicacies. I'm talking about the succulent "Rendang", finger lickin' "Gulai Kepala Ikan", quire/mild taste of "Gulai Otak", even milder taste "Ayam Pop", and so much more. It's not a dietic food, it's hi-calories packed, but what the heck! At least it wasn't artificial, flavor-enhancer, hormonic junk food, it's nature at the best.

Before i taking further about the ever-wonder of great Padang Food, i started by the basic of them all, the rice, and for the real Padang Food, they take it very...very...seriously. The rice, especially when i got from delivery, not came like the usual speed-pack standard, you know, styrofoam, plastic, carton, and else, not at all. They have very indigenous way, wrapped in fragrance's banana leaf, then with the wrapping paper as final layer. It's genius for just simple gesture. Wrapping a rice in banana leaf, not just making it fragrances, but also keeping the rice's moisture, even when it's stored in fridge. It's a revolutionized solution from every Padang restaurateur. The people behind it, not an Einstein, not came from Harvard/Oxford-iance just nature-based instinctive people. Really cool fact by the way.

PS: After the banana leaf, here comes the final wrapping paper with the "Sederhana" restaurant's logo, then sealed with rubber band, ERGONOMIC!

The Darth Got High And Ready To Swagga

To be honest, until now i'm still don't get it about "Star Wars" saga euphoria. Yes! George Lucas has been succesfully creating the sci-fi phenomenon that lasted for almost two decades, really brilliant. But for me, i just can't catch all the epic together and sucked up my brain out. My family loves it, some of my friend adored it, well, a half of the world's citizen (maybe more) really celebrated it. It's a suppa-megga world's trend. As myself, the three things i'm getting close about "Star Wars", are; R2-D2/3-CPO, Yoda/Lightsaber, and... off-course the everfamous black-triangular-masked villain, Darth Vader, which happens to be the protagonist-own Daddy, mmm...tragic.

Curious enough, i think "Star Wars" memorabilia was the most remarkable (and highly regarded as gen "x" cool-badge) and profitable nirvana to all the sci-fi vendors. It's not just a memorabilia, it's a cult, cult stuff. I don't have any of them, which i hunted it purposedly, but now, in recent time i just got the stuff that comes very different than it used to be, like this one,,,

Yup...It's A Sunny-Bubbly-Cheerie Vader,

taking a good break from his empire domination.

In a tropical island with butterfly and lobster as companion,

Sunny-Bubbly-Cheerie Vader just enjoying the tropic wind,and everlasting sunshine.

While his expression still rigid-looking, his total look gain more appreciation than the Darth one.

Errrrrrrr...nothing beats the sunny-sandy-beachy surrounds with the rhythm of hippie music.

Now Sunny-Bubbly-Cheerie Vader is begin to shake his plastic bootie, yeah...groove sunny-boy groove it...

And now, he's growling for good shot of Margarita.

"Okay, Luke, my lad! You get me a good Margarita, and i'll stop kicking your shabby ass from now, how good is that?" 

SWING IT!SWING IT!SWING IT!

Monolog From Our Distant Nature

When stressed goes through all-over my mind/body/soul
              
              I just need one thing; "My Daydream Project"

It's not some special somethin2

                                   Neither professional touch

Just a simple, delicate snapshot;

                           like put an anorganic/organic object

into natural surrounding, use your twisted mind

                              as the result should be like this;

======================================================================
Me: Ohayou..., Forugu-san!


                                    <webeb.webeb.webeb>


Me: On a hike are you...? Enjoy? Tired?


                                    <webeb...>


Me: Don't messed up yourself pal, just take it easy, okay?


                                    <webeb...:)>


Me: So...see you tommorow Forugu-san! Well...i hope you're not burn/stray/melt/lost/trash yet, save yourself first! Aishiteru yo!


                                    <webeb-webeb:D> XOXO


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Greyish Heart Translated To My Presence

Showing emotion for me just like naked-ing a brain, it's hard, but not difficult, it's ankward, but not overly weird. So...when i try to strike a posse, i've always think the result it's not incredible, well you know...not-camera-person dillema. But i don't give a damn with it, i love making my own memorial. Chronology through self-mirrored-image is my true personal coach, without someone try to coaching me. That would be horrible, as i hate teacher, school, and stuff.

I'm sleepy, daydreaming, un-interested, restless, sombre, seems ghostly, disfigured. Nevermind. It's located on local-bussiness block somewhere on Pondok Indah, Jakarta, took the shoot before lunch, so i think it's explained my flatty expression, duh! I love the contrast between the grey-wolf wall, blood-stained floor, and greenish greenery behind. Kinda like desperate/hope, dying/lively conotation.

As usual, i had some unhealthy addiction of my Mom's Giordano Ladies collection, so i took her slouchy shirt, it's total comfort haven, 'cause when the wind blows, it flies. The minimalist bag, also from my Mom's GL (as a frequent-customer gift), khaki capri from GUESS? (another ashamed), faux-rose-quartz bangle from ANIMALE, and my favorite dual-combo of them all, the black bear necklace (dulcet fig boutique, Singapore), and m)phosis black-strapped sandals, again, comfy!comfy!comfy!

COMFY FOREVER, SO I WON'T BE CORNY 

OH YEAH...!CORNY,CORNISH,CORNI-ESQUE

JUST LIKE THE CULLEN'S (OR CULUN, INDONESIAN SLANG OF DORKY)

NO OFFENSE!;P

My Humble Tribute For Extraordinary Mr. Burton's Part 1

"...'Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems, in a place that perhaps you've seen in your dreams. For the story that you are about to be told takes place in the holiday worlds of old. Now, you've probably wondered where holidays come from. If you haven't, I say it's time you've begun!..."

.Irony.Death.Sorrow.Shadow.Puppet.Pop.Sarcasm.Melody.Requiem.Love.

So...

Those Top 10 essentials stuff came from a very exceptional creations.

Almost genius i'll say.

Recognized.

Realized.

Admired.

Who???

Well...it's Burton.

Tim Burton, he is.

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993), it's my very 'virginal' experience with Burton's work, i'm still 1st-2nd grade that time. Just the perfect time i'd found my other addiction of Coppola's, and it's wayyyyyyyyyy different than that damn twilight...!Jeez...Vampire should be like Count Dracula, not dimwit-sissy-gliterry-asshole like. Bram Stoker will be ashamed. As for TNBC, it's not something that 7-8 yrs old children can easily swallowed. I'm enjoyed the puppet, and the songs, but not the story. As a mere kids, i found TNBC to be a scarry, rather than funny cartoon. Okay it's not cartoon afterall, as i'm grew up, i discovered further that it's a stop motion film. It was a modernized of puppetier show. Brilliant.

Tim Burton's cult phenomenon, it's exactly like Bjork's. Both started in 1990's era, had huge followers since then, quirky sense, and so on. Funny..., it became a state of coolnessy for some so-called-quirky-kids right now. Despite my act of judge, i think Tim Burton had success to push-out boundaries in both modern story-telling and cinematography, his work was a honest example of the meaningness from life and death. I had my personal favorites here, well two stuffs only; one is Zero, Jack Skellington's dog, and The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy & Other Stories, hardcover series. I wish i had more Burton's workabilias, as i don't want to called it merchandise, 'cause it will be...you know, DISRESPECTFUL!

"...I'm a master of fright and a demon of light and I'll scare you right out of your pants. To a guy in Kentucky I'm Mister Unlucky and I'm known throughout England and France. And since I am dead I can take off my head to recite Shakespearean quotations. No animal nor man can scream like I can, with the fury of my recitations..."

O...Mr. Skellington, you're way too charming for a bones, more than Mr.Bond for me, love you.

Well...talk about charm-genesis phenomenon,

I should make a story from it,

...soon.



My Taste Bud Know I Want To Break Free

After my angsty-pre-emotional post, i just need a relaxing break, and the nearest thing i could think/feel of, it's by remembering my favorite place to satisfy my taste. Different than "Pondok Kuliner" that i mentioned in the earlier post, this is more little restaurant formed, located in Pondok Indah, Jakarta, called "Resto Ngalam". This interesting eating spot, side-by-side the well known massage parlor institution "Bersih Sehat" (It's Clean and Healthy!), just served the traditional culinary sensation from East Java (Surabaya & Malang) specialities. 

I just remember my first visited, it's from last month, and the only time i took the photos. The interior it's simple, modern twist with a little of pop factor. I don't take the interior photo but more of the meal of the day shoot, the food itself very represented the restaurant theme. For example, i took the entree, the dessert-like-sweet "Perut Ayam".

Yup, just like the name and it's form, "Perut Ayam" literally translated as chicken intestine. This sweet spiral thing, it's the indonesian version of doughnut. This made from mixing the simple batter, consists from; plain flour, egg, and liquified Java's palm sugar, and then you deep-fried (with the spiral-ing tech from the egg-skin-holed) it with a lot of palm oil. For just an entree, this "Perut Ayam" really kicked out your taste bud, it's not heavy, not-to-sweet, and the crunchy-outside-moist-inside effect just so amazing. It's yeast-free, bread-improving-free, topping/filling-free too, just simple as a snack, but more healthier.

As for the main course, my light-but-refreshing meal are; "Soto Gubeng" East Java speciality of lightly herbed meat broth, accompanied with hard-boiled egg, rice, and kick-ass sambal. The meat broth was lovely, the herb was blended well, and delicate in taste (it wasn't like curry, okay). The sambal just made a zingy factor to cut the savory/meaty consistency. And...for the perfect ending, just drink a glass of "Lime Squash" and your sanity shall be relieved. And it's not even a diet meal ever, the culinary of Indonesia was essentially healthy, made by grinding a fresh herb, lightly choice of meat, not heavy ladden in fat and dairy products. It's a veggie wonderland, if you know how to choose, and the best of all, it's damn cheap food mecca compared with most of other asian countries, PROUD!

Ode For My Mom In The Most Sincerity And Sorrowness

Loving your Mom, or hating her, it's a serious question. Yes, definetly. From my experience, i've been in a situations that made me really hate her. I know that as a children, born and raised by parents, especially birthed by the womb of a Mother, i've must be really grateful. The Torah also mentioned that we must honour or parents. With all that fact...i became really guilty, almost everytime, it's emotional sickness same as hatred. In reality, there's many issue regarding to chidren-parents feud, some still normal/okay, some more horrific, beyond human's morality. As for myself, i'm more like physchological-mind war, and yes, it's still normal, it's still far-far away from the 1981's "Mommie Dearest" movie.

Judge me if you will, 'cause what i knew, at least some of my friends (almost huge amount) had really close/love/adore in relationship with their Mom. Good for them, although i found  they won't understand of someone's feud for the rest of eternity, i can't blame them. The reason i hated my Mom, it's never-ever same as the spoiled-rag-kids that always pouted their big mouth, you know, money-based thing. My reasonings is rather on her personality traits, and how she treated others. For one example, as i don't want to leaked everythings here..., she's a vague-beauty-over-shallowed person. Yes, she's beautiful, you can see from the painting of her below, painted by her friend as a gift from his art studio in Bali. She's really enjoyed all the 'beauty' praises from everyone, too much enjoyed it i think. And she's always showing it proudly to others...even me. Out of the case, i love the pop-art self-potrait painting though, wish  i can have my own. The painting really represented her likeness; pastel colour, mild/soft, and sophisticated factor, all in. Yeah, it's nevertheless the essence of my Mom.

As i hated my Mom, doesn't mean i'm not loving her. I (truly!) love my Mom. I just wish she's become more motherlike than some selfish-tough-diva-socialite woman (damn it feminism, i hate you!). Oh yeah, she's always swear a bad things for me, nice touche! So i hope, desperately hope, she's changed, as i try so hard to pleased her. And i just discovered that there's few peoples out there shared the same, even more desperate problem with their Mom, talk about life!

PS: The image above may not as 'seems' a.k.a beauty/gentle as the reality, BEWARE!

Revolutionary Approach To Seduce Your Stomach

Let's walk around our neighborhood! It's fun, doesn't need any vehicle running around...at least for me, as the car-less person. If i just lazy enough to take a bus for self-travel around the city, well...easy, just walk. My neighborhood, Kemang Pratama I, Bekasi, near the great city of Jakarta, just a friendly, quiet housings with a few cool public facilities. There's groceries, restaurants, cafes, sport club, reflexology/massage parlors (oh yeah!), and the awesome "Pondok Kuliner" or culinary garden, it's a clusterized open-aired restaurant, almost like hawker center in Singapore.

It's a new 'guerilla' institution though, this public effort has been hailed from savings the huge amount of hawkers due the super sucks hawker-free birocracy in our housings. Usually, the private house owner's open their field to let the hawkers stays, with much less taxes. It's a new social revolution in culinary world that must have sort proud of achievement. I love this concept, most because i hate the snobbery for just simply act as 'eating-a-food'. I don't blame any luxury actvities, i like and enjoyed that, but because the 'overrated' act that people these days made it, luxury became dumber and dumber.

I have a lot of favorite "Pondok Kuliner" around my neighborhood, but the most visited (also the nearest from home) is the place called "Sweet Mayo", and it's not all mayonnaise-based i'm afraid. I became regular fan of their "Bubur Ayam Sukabum", Indonesian/West Java speciality of chicken porridge. Different than Chinese version, the porridge has a dense intensity, which i prefered best than runny/watery texture. And the "Krupuk Kanji", crunchy-goodness savory cracker perfecting the meal itself. As for this pic, it shows the "Soto Ayam Wonogiri", traditional faintly-herb chicken broth based soup, true Indonesian food which gained popularity beside satay and fried rice. I don't really savour it much, well...personal taste choice.

  

PS: It's early in the morning, so it's not open yet, love the empty-ready-to-occupy space, CALMING!

How To Strike A Wall-E Posse Without Feeling Dead

So many places i'd like to visit, and take some picture of it, moreover i'd like to pretending-i-was-posse moment, and if that's happen i asked someone to take a shoot (usually my Dad or Pal) rather than made my cell-cam auto timer mode (big no-no!). As i responsible to all my shoot-pic here, it's only execptional when it comes to self-photography err...correction...a photograph of me, by asking someone to taking the shoot (with my humble instruction), yeah that's it. And like all proper fashion-posse, there's three stuff to mentioned here; clothing, location, then...posse, and you don't wanna messed up yourself by ignoring those, don't you?

As i getting skinnier than the first-third-until-yesteryear of my college periode, i became the mutual parasite of my Mom's wardrobe, oh yeah! She's around size 1-2, and i'm around 1-4 (i'm curved...so the zero size challenge is definitely no way for me), the mutual relationship of me and my Mom's clothes will be considered as an affair. Sometimes i just took it without permission, and when my Mom saw me with her clothes, well...that's not good. She's regret my weight effort i think, ha! That's right, 'cause sometimes skinny woman can be really *sorry, Mom* bitchy. Even your own family/siblings/friends, and i found it's really disturbing phenomenon, just example of dumb-jealousy. Scarry.

Yet, i accomplished my posse by somehow looks like ankward robot, it's still managable, thanks to the location itself, the underground parking lot at Pondok Indah Mall II, Jakarta. Location is like a painter's canvas, it's a base of creation. The whole pastels theme just make a sense of emptiness, or just add calming effect on my ankward expression, well...time will teach you. So the cardigan, and tank top, it's Mom, both from Giordano Ladies, the khaki-colored capri pants by GUESS?, wedges pair by local shoe designer, ANANAS, and the necklace from my college friend's bussiness. I must admitted, i'm really got stucked on my capri nowadays, i can wear it for every week straight! It's a wonderful comfort feel from fashion that really worth the price itself (even it's from discount sale, makes it even better!). My whole posse thing was my enjoyable (although with ankward result) moment, it's free-spirited act, no need too fashhh-yonnized, really.

PS: Please be free to posse your own, take your own risk, enjoy your moment, BRUTALLY!

Negative Side On My Positivity Reflection

How to freeze your memory into single cool thing, creating personification of your own, in mysterious almost shady look? Photograph. No...not something i'd published here (Sony Ericsson P990i, 2 M pixels, Auto Focus, F2.8 5.5mm), more backward, not overly classic, the amazing stillness of photographic negative film. Mine here that i snap with my beloved cell-cam, came from the mighty Kodak, it's a negative film of my kiddo photograph, just taken from our backyard. Beside the kiddo thing, there's some series of my family scene (unseen), which just recorded beautifully on the choco-maroonic glossy stripe, nice! I really like when the picture appeared with zombify effect under the sunlight. Strange but good. Just like memory in our brain; it's come and go, unclear, casts a shadow, almost absurd, but still attached on our thoughts.

What i try to say in this pic, it's a 'shooting gun' of my shadow memoir, the old rustic barrel key or tubular key is the 'gun' factor, i've forgot already what the key's purposes, suitcase? bicycle? completely forgot, i just grabbed from my Dad's key jar anyway. As for the hangman notes, it's a gift from my friend's trip (love you!!!), again, it's a part of my daydream project. More just geometrical-fake-illusion-wannabe project, no further intention at all. And just be honest, i'm still think that negative film is the greatest invention on photography world, yes, it's unpractical method, like, we must go to photo studio everytime we want to printed it. Don't forget, those film is very sensitive shit, it's breakable, and if it's happen, you're dead, your record just ended as ghostly history, sucks right? But somehow, i really missed that sucky moments. Unpractical is not horrible things in this world, just a practice of emotion, well...just like making architecture, the process was a joyful/torture moments that we never forget, wasn't it?

PS: High Ho! Let's shoot that brat right away! Don't be bashful, don't be grumpy, just be dopey, ALRIGHT!

You're So Delicious, You Shrek-Pale Mini Creatures

Love for food, i mean, completely out-of-mind love to eat some food a.k.a addiction would be called a gluttony. Judged by some wiseguy. I don't or won't buy that bullshit called seven deadly sin. What sin? Do they know definition about sin, a true sin? Doubt it. Whatever they called, love for food with proper control is a great uses of love. At least for me. Because i've found some people, err...women and girls, grew some hatred towards food, regarding to their body images. That's sucks! Okay...if you afraid to get fat, just eat, then exercises. Eat responsibly, we talking about portion controlled here, crime solved! Jeez...and i'm very happy to acclaimed myself as food lover.

Talk about sweets, i don't like all kind of those, i'm picky manor, for examples; i hate candy, i rather choose chocolate, way better, i hate fancy cupcakes, that's a sin to me for degrading a delicate taste of simple cake, what the hell is icings anyway? It's useless, that's why fancy girly-girl adore cupcakes, they think it's cute, yeah seeing not eating is guiltless act. Well, i'll eat that damn cupcakes if it's drenched in all chocolatey goodness. Chocolate is the true sweets, king of sweets and desserts.

As for cheesecake, i found it's rather personal taste, this unique dessert traced their history from Ancient Greek to American Jewish Community (as the proud founder of New York Cheescake) so it's really the old grand'daddy recipe, nice! Not all kind cheesecake i can munch, and i don't like fruity jewel crown one, the favorite one for all holiday present my family always got from neighbors. It's not that i want to be ungrateful, but like i said before, personal taste is all about. So, my taste is the simple, not overly powered cheese batter, not super hard, only the creamiest. As one of my favorite, Maqui's, japanese style cheesecake, fly from beautiful landscape, Kobe, Japan. Yup japanese love simple things, they simplified everything, even cheesecake, job done! I love the green tea, and rare cheese one, they came in mini-size, almost like cupcakes. The green tea one, tasted like solidify version of green tea latte, and it's good, it's personal, not everyone's cup of tea (it's green tea okay!). While the rare cheese tasted just the faint cheese with creamy consistency, it's lighter version of New York Cheesecake. I'm addicted to them, really, it's my post-stressed comforting snack beside chocolate, 'cause sometimes chocolate just bored me though.

PS: It's an Ogre, it's the Incredible Hulk, no idiot, it's just a cheesecake, GET IT!

Remember, Remember, Good Time Isn't Always Come Regularly

Childhood times was the best time for me, especially kindergarten-elementary, oh those times...! Never comeback, off course, but because i 'accidentally' had stuff of memories that thankfully, kept safe until now, it becomes endless. Trip/Vacation times, is the most fav...(just like everyone else), i'm only passed on Southeast Asia only (Sg, Thai, Malay, yes! the incredible trio) while my Dad & Mom already flyby to Asia and Europe, blast! Must wait for my time to shine though *jealousy allert*. Proudly to say that i've remembered every detail on my trip, no sweating things, no exception.

From floating market to beautiful (they really was!shit!) drag show in Thai, being ripped off (#$%^&&@@*!) at KLCC in Malay, and having really good times in Sg. Why? Singapore is the most visited place for me, my aunt had been very lucky to work/living there, so the Sg trip giving us the full profit opportunity by now. Not like mere visitors in my country for being Orchard freaks or out-of-idea-just-shop-and-shop people. Well...i became adventurous one by strooling all the new places at every visited, even go-hike the Mc'Ritchie park and HSBC tree-top bridge (thanks to my friend for mentioned to me before!). Example of manner, the MINT toys museum was awesome, i really reccomended to you, it's not whacky, it's not cheesy, it's cool, the building itself has architectural kudos, chic i've must say!

And just for college, despite the horror from the gloomy design studio sessions, i enjoyed myself there, a lot. Maybe because the post-evil-circle-time-was-totally-got-over-me at senior high made me feel alive once more in campus. So many friend, trouble, enemy, hobby, project that had been the rhythm of my days. Or maybe because the architecture (as itself) infused my brain, leave it stoned, zombify, so i'd be emotionless, don't know. And the stuff of the day i picked for now; my kindergarten snapshot, 'suitenotsweet' neckace (made by my trio-pal-gal classmate, sell then i bought, you guys genius!), MINT tinderbox my alltime fav musee'souvenir, those all scrapped on my Mom's old workbook, wicked.

PS: We must work, we must play more, we want beauty, we have to work it out, COME ON!

Eastern Promise From The Saint Of Fragments

{sephiaic cemetary}

I let you dream...and drowning,

Santa Matryoshka

Your body slices and i want them,

i want to keep all in my holy pilgrimage

Shade of nothingness

Paradise of sloth

Let me sleep my soul inside you.

Every pieces and dimensions

Dressed by your glowing crown,

reddish, yellow, and faint green whispering in hues

Colour of hope

Colour of freedom

Let your smile screamed your forsaken

Your doomsday finally over,

but not forgotten.

I want to keep all,

but now it's just one

Alone

Rest you peacefully,

Santa Matryoshka

Your days will reigned

Your glory overture shall not be perish.

So remember me,

will you

In my fields of ignorance

Forever.

{sincerely, IRS INITSUGA}

The Art Of Repeating Stupid Mistake Part 2

Just like any other human being, i love music. But have a will to bother play with it?...errr...NOT! It's against my freedom i think. Stuck in the routine movement just not my personal taste. At this point, i really appreciated musician's work, fruit of rhythm, it's fantastic hearable art. Classical, Rock N' Roll, Jazz, Experimental, Tribal, Blues..., and every classification they named it, bring it, as long it's pleased my ear, i'll go for it. While my Dad, not like me, love music and playing with them; guitar (both electro and accoustic), and piano (and...keyboard), he conquered them all. It has been my curiosity that what can i do with all those thing...when he passed away. I'm sure i won't sell them, or give them to the needies,...nah. But, is it too late for me to practice that boring routine one by one at the time? Not sure, but there's still a hope, right?

My Dad's Clavinova is the old-time rag now, but the classical retro look still alluring for me than his PSR 3000, yeah...trust me. I've never forget my first piano lesson on my kindergarten days, it's boring...totally. I'm even cried all out on the street when it's time to go for that damn course, silly brat kind attitude of me. I never regret though, but i still feel some jealousy when i heard some of my friends play that black-white-midget-button-thing jingling in front of me, Fantaisie Impromptu everyone...??? Damn you Mr. Chopin! Sure, i want to make myself look cooler (slash, killer) by playing those in front of the stupidos (chance higher if you're hottie). Seems not every dream doesn't fit in one man's ego, that's life.

Talk about talent, i think i'll become very sensitive when someone burst out the topic. Yeah, not everyone had talent, it's a nature best kept secret. For me, i think i've a little talent about music, at least i'm not trend-ass-licker, just regular person with fickle ear i am. Music must be like 'cool as breeze' water for drink. The formula that worked for me is; 70% ice cold water + 30% room temperature tap one = eureka babe!!! Ha, eat that out you lousy so called professional music critics, my description eat your asses now! Okay scrapped that out, eat someone's ass was officially gross, especially stupid pretentious critics.

PS: The blingo'ring diamond LED key chain i put on, isn't just an accent, but more like artificial-effort of the shining hope for me to become second coming of Chopin, right...DREAM ON!  

Eternal Comfort Provided By Not So Humanic Form

After my post final architeture exam i just want to relieve myself with my comfort, spirit enhancing, my fox-faced pomeranian dog, Jazzy. He's almost 3 years old (on August, officially), and not like any other so called 'standard' pom, i think he's only reffered as original one, as we speak, victorian era. I don't know why people these time made the pig-faced, midget, pansy smucked expression pom as a 'standard' pom, why the heck? This is the earliest, get it??? or need some more, how about what Mr. Wiki just said, confirm enough? well, some of you will defend yourself like "Oh...they've just changed these days, you know, metamorphic...blablablah." Yeah..., right.

Jazzy wasn't just a 'handsome' dog, he's smart and witty, even way too much for a dog, he has manner you see. He drinks water with a three by three lick-flick pattern, he can give us high-five depends on our count, he's very on time, the 10 o'clock and 5 PM play time, he's always bark like an clock's alarm. Oh, i forgot to mentioned Rocky, his lil' brother, the closest to 'standard' pom, the not-so-smart-than-his-brother, but more gentle and patience one. Yeah, Jazzy is an alpha dominant male, the aggressive teen i've supposed.

Speaking of which, this is my first time i've couple, more than one dogs. My first one, Doggy, i had when i was seven, 'lost' by pregnancy, second, Foxy, mini dachsund, died in flood accident, and now the magnificent combo, Jazzy and Rocky. And i desperately wish that they'll surpasses eternal years, just like everybody wishes for their pets. In the end of time, i don't want to get you a very wrong idea; i love both, Jazzy, happens to be a caught in the eye, while Rocky play by his tender care. Dogs know jealousy too, Rocky sometimes jealous when all the sudden, me and the rest of family give Jazzy more, feel bad about it though. As for now, i need them more than they need me, animal (really) had so much more love, care, and respect to give for. While human (included me), with all their preaches about mighty 'love', they still can't come close, can they? A true pity. 

PS: I think it takes more than picture, at least need some movement to caught all his mutual act, SCENIC!

As We Sings Long Live The Coke King

Call me a freak, but i've used to be anti-coke person back when i was a kid. It's a weird sensation when i first tasted it, i've described it as a 'ant-bite-in-your-mouth' tingle sensation. And i was 7 yrs old that time, yes, the era of 90's, Mc'D and Coke love affair like romeo and juliet, gen-x populated the world, and i'm still a weirdo 'cause i can't swallowed all the good trends back then, simply pathetic. And my great sense of coca-cola phobic stil growth until the end of my elementary studies. I'm very like the vanilla milkshake person, more gentle, and kinder than myself right now, you know, age of innocence.

Coca-cola itelf has been the symbol of teenage lifestyle, the glory king of soft drinks for all time. There's many competitor battled for that title, but the red-white-black flag still waving proudly right now. When i'm in high school, we've had trip to the coke's factory in Cibinong, West Java, near our school. Lovely, how the fact of simple coca fruit made all the magic happens (not forget the fizzy-bubbly CO2 as chemical mantra), and the fruit has been a traditional cure for headache, how practically genius! Right now, i'm cured for my cokephobia (thank goodness), and i'm really enjoyed the magic black drinks paired with cheese pizza, the sensation of oh-my-gosh, perfectly mated. And to think of that, i'm saved by my late bloomers syndrome from being child obese, for too much coke in their childhood's innards.

As for my great appreciation to the king of coke, i'm taking regards to snap a great army of retro cocazoids. It's located in a fancy restaurat "Mari Sini" (Come Here...!), in Supermal Karawaci, Tangerang, Jakarta. The fun is, the coke's liquid still attached inside retro bottle for a very long time, so...i don't think it's still drinkable, it's just a feast for your eyes only. The bottle itself gave myself a huge inspirations; making wall for my bedroom with that seems reasonable (and cooler) i think, or gLAZY (glass + lazy) chair, or a giant cokezilla guardian statue, oh yeah there will be so much ideas. So...as the gen-x goes sing, always coca-cola!!! 

PS: Did you spot their commander, standing amused on the frontline, SHORTIE!

Hey You White Krueger Dude Shrieked In Crypt

When i'm feeling twisted for a while, i'd rather making some 'project' than mourning in the darkest sorrow. And i doubt, it's not related to any architectural thing at all. It's not so artsy as i supposed, well...depends how you look at it. It's more like objective scene, captivated it alive. And to be honest, i really like focusing small things, than a bigger, wide landscape. I don't know, but my architecture mentors always sees me as a 'small-captured', although as future architect i've must see everything in small/big/whole concept. But that's my purpose of realizing my concept of living. We know about the book "Don't Sweat A Small Things" right, the principal of life, how we respect all little detailed things we found. Sounds like Japanese??? I can't blame them though, with all the sushi, ikebana, geisha, zen garden thing. Yes for them, detail is everything, simplicity is a life.

I don't want to associated myself to Japanese principal/Greek philosophy, 'cause somehow i found it to be overrated, kinda ridicculous for me. I'm now practicing Judaism, so beside that i'm only have to respected them sincerely. The whole concept of 'perfect world' doesn't work for me either. Somewhere out of the blue, it feels like when i'm think about roses. I'm grew on hatred of mere roses (red,white,yellow,pink), but i loved, sort of addicted to black one. Yes, i know, the black one doesn't even real. When i'm searched about the black rose i'm only get the artificial one; growing by blue-red-purple cross-breed, infused in black food coloring, even turns to be goth one, by extracting a goat's blood (whoa!!!). But the real one? Never ever. The closest one i can get so ever real black rose is the decadent Rosa Baccara (red blooded almost faint black colour) one.

The reason why i hated the mere roses, especially the red and white one, it's because how hypocrite their symbol can be? Love and purity...oh come one? They've thorn...freaky sharp thorn. It's like dealing with a cute people that "Hello, i love you, this is an awesome world, yayyy!!!" then stabbed you in the back...oh yeah, just perfect. It's not a nice, goodie-goodie flower, it will hurt you (if you just stupid enough to ignored the thorn), then i thought, why not black instead, it's colour of death, evil, sin, it's all matched to the rose's physics. And i found black rose shades to be so damn beautiful, it's monochromic, just like all architect favorite shades, monochromic forever, figures.

So this is it. I got the rose from my mom's birthday bouquet present from her collegue, and it's all white. It's almost a week, so it became mummified dead, and the shades became yellowy, woody colour, better than alive version in my honest...humble opinion. I'm picked the monstrous looking one, i put on the box of Royce dark chocolate thins, and snap, it's alive...alive looking, nightmare-ish, just like crazy friday the 13th dude.

PS: I'm considered the expression could be the best as you think the white rose is a angelic, purity forever, well it's NOT. Just like human, whatever beautiful, cute, innocent they're, if they deceased, it will becomes horror afterall, SNAP!

The Art Of Repeating Stupid Mistake Part 1

Do you ever did a stupid repeatable mistake? I mean really stupid like order a wrong choice of food, that you must to finish eating it as your responsibility. Yes i did!!! For example, like i did in Mos Burger, it's kinda stupid though. I recognized Mos Burger fever when i read one of my favorite CLAMP's manga, Magic Knight Rayearth, one of the character, Umi Ryuzaki mentioned about this, how she missed her favorite burger joint when all the suddent she's trapped in a mumbo-jumbo world for a long whacking time.

I remember when we must hunted Mos Burger (outside Japan off course) at least to Singapore (nearest from here), and at last, at the first time, i tasted it. I'm ordered the Spicy Beef Teriyaki Burger. It's good by the way, i think because the spicy note, between the sweet teriyaki sauce. But, honestly, it's not that great. Why? First mistake accomplished, I'm ordered a wrong choice  one! And if you think i could be smart enough to pick the right choice after that...well you're just try being nice to me. Thanks!

Second chance must be better eh...? Mos Burger finally landed in Jakarta, made a huge follower here, yes! why not accepted new trend then? As for second mistake, it's when i'm ordered a package for lunch from Mos Burger, at Pondok Indah Mall II food court. I remember that i ordered Chicken Teriyaki Burger, sounds nice huh? it must be healthier than beef version because they're using skinless chicken breast, with a slosh of sweet teriyaki sauce, a pair of lettuces, within a bun. The verdict? Yuck!...sorry, but there's something wrong about the teriyaki sauce that bathed on tasteless chicken breast. It's saccharine taste, you know, over-faked-sugary-sick taste. Yes it must be the teriyaki's fault, it's total failed with chicken, i hope it's more because the lower grade teriyaki sauce they've used. But, i finished it anyway, with a grudge, and regret...much...much...regret. I should stick on Mc'D Fillet-O-Fish then, it's a million times better. Or, i should try the other choice, maybe? finger crossed.

PS: So... if i put the rank on, it would be like this; Chicken Teriyaki Burger (Poor), French Fries (Good), Iced Green Tea/ Ocha (Excellent), IRONIC!  

The Married Of The Unkind Splurge

Accessories...accessories, in my previous post i've already told about acrylic necklace trend, and after that it's like a virus, it's developed. I don't know why i can be really interest in collecting some 'goodies'. Some treasure of mine, the black goth beads chandelier necklace, i forgot the brand though, but i think it's from Huer Urban if i'm not mistaken. In 1990's local accessory brands like; Huer Urban and Rola Design did a huge awesome job as a trend maker on that time. What i knew very well, Huer Urban (i feel confident it's my black goth brand really) style described as classic-goth-faux-luxury, not over-hype, and still affordable. Rola's in the other hand, more like bubble gum jelly frost hue on doft acrylic, yes! the acrylic trend was really started earlier, even before the 2005-08 Hilton/Kitson hype.

If you see the Steven Shein tag overlapped the black goth beads thing, then you may remember the post acrylic necklace trend, the so-called-cult-that-so-damn-exspensive-stuff trends. That 'cult' started from very rich family kiddos compounded in the 'it' location, South Jakarta, or known as the "Southern Kids". I found this tiny pink ice cream from 'cult' shop Pompous on Pondok Indah Mall II, Jakarta. It's quite expensive, almost Rp. 300.000 (around 30$) for just a so called 'cult' necklace, i bet the price is less than that in the original place, blast that taxes!!! But i bought it anyway, yup...we still need a lil' bit of splurge to satisfy our greed. Is not that i cursed a 'cult' thing or else, in western world, cult goodies is more about the appreciation of someone's work of art, is not just follow that damn trend (just like some people did here). The cult artist itself ussually work in indie system, very discerning and detail oriented people, more like high underground artsy community. It's a good thing anyway (if it's proper, not faking it). 

PS: I found really practical to use a old comb to preserved my necklaces, it's lovely to see them hang overlapped each other. It's pink ice cream married with black goth beads, LOVEBIRDS! 

Fluffy, Sweet, Coconutty With A Splash Of Storm

Right...talk about food, especially desserts just made me happy, really trully happy...

When i'm thinking about starting a blog, i've lot of pre-concept just made off, is it about food, fashion, art or just sharing your life lesson. Yes i've lot of interests, hobbies, favorite things in my life that couldn't described in one page, OFF COURSE! that's why a blog really exist right? It contain all your life, passion, opinion...in one big smart memory keeper that i called BlogRAIN (get it?). Blog is a superficial memory treasure, a time capsule that aired everywhere. Yeah...at least if there's connection wired available somewhere. So...my blog consist not just one theme preffered, it's simple, it's all about things that i liked (and i hated, just to be insult, which i like too).

This time when the rainstorm thundered, some sunny people will get sorrow, pout, cries (please...), and me, i got merrier, happier, why we have to hate rain in this tropical climate land anyway??? some bubbly-sunny freakin people just lost their marble i think. Why i love rainy day than bright hot one? it's cooler, dark sephia environment, sleepy mood aura, increase my appetite, make me saving time and money too (stay at home, no shopping, no gossipping, no sweaty air). In fact, i just dicovered that with perfect dessert at home, rainy day will getting so much better. For example, "Bubur Sumsum" that i got from Bakmi Simpur restaurant near my house. It was heavy rainning, post-salon hair treatment, and just waitting for rain to get lighter. So why not getting myself into restaurant next to the salon then?

"Bubur Sumsum" is just one of Indonesian traditional speciality dessert. It's a coconut custard, steamed in banana leaf, with the Javanese palm sugar and thick coconut milk reduction as the sauce. Taste result? Full comfort in your mouth, it's fluffy, light golden custard that sets perfectly, sweet not too 'saccharine' aftertaste, just "Mondo-Mondo" a.k.a slightly note, and coconutty flavouring married well to the palm sugar. Yeah right, trust me, if you eat this in the middle of glaring sun, it's called sugar-struck. Higher blood sugar level, plus heat stressed all over your body after, that's not good, you need the  proper aid from otherside, ice cream, baby! Lesson learned, next time the storm calling your neighborhood, don't bother yourself in mourning, find your "Bubur Sumsum" kind of comfort then, it's a hella great combo for dummies!

PS: How sexy your dessert look can be, just zoom it, auto-focus, shoot, and don't forget to drool, SLURP!

Black/White Never Be So *damn* Monochromic

Let's talk about what we followed almost 5/6 years ago; the allurring effect of acrylic necklace...yes!!!thanks to all glory socialites (i look up you, Ms. Hilton), and KITSON phenomenon, you guys made all girl in my country (even in my college field) became crazy to hunt that blingy goodies. Now, the trend almost over, changed to even discerning, beyond the grave absurdiance (Ms. GAGA!), that cute blingy thing just forgotten like history.

But, just because the trend was perfectly dead, doesn't make me forgot about my personal treasure that i'd hunt from Singapore trip couple years ago. From the hidden track, indie fashion/lifestyle pilgrimage, not-so-damn-fancy-cult-over-too-expensive area, called Haji Lane, i found my perfect wearable acrylic creature. The tiny chic store named Dulcet Fig, sell a variety black/white/silver/gold (the true saga of colour) acrylic necklaces. Talk about cute, i've different language about it. To me, a 'cute' standard consists of; pink, unicorn, rainbow, sweety face, nice attitude, tiny, petite, and so on. But the true cute in my personal bibliograph spelled, wild animals and fluffy pets, nothing more or less whatsoever. So my choice of black bear two-side acrylic necklace (glossy/doft) was really worth the trip alone. Almost wearable to all my outfit (esp. pale colour), not to cheesy (blingy!) or cartoony (Pooh, everyone?), it's a compact accessory with a chic quality approval (at least by me).

I'm so sickly in loved to made a bunch of my favorite combos. Just like the black bear, i'm really digging into Singapore youth's culture. The necklace itself was made by local kids, and the project was inspired by wild animals and luxury (gold/silver lace graphic over top acrylic pendant, SLY!). Not just fashion, and food that made Singapore really became modern art/culture destination, recently, they have seriously good taste for music too. For example, IAMDAVIDSPARKLE indie band, well, i think there's no formal indie realy 'exist' there, 'cause there's no major label...even!So basically, all artifatss, new life style in Singapore are considered indie movement, since the govt and people there just concerned about making money and living. IAMDAVIDSPARKLE CD i've got from local music store, Gramaphone located in City Hall. Their music itself was experimental sounds, band instruments, sometimes accoustic numbers. It's good by the way, for a new shot, and turns out to be relaxing for me. Accidently these made perfect monochromic combo paired with the black bear, 'cause both was bought in the different time of Singapore Trip (Necklace-2 yrs ago, CD-3 yrs ago).  

PS: The little black bear is going to be trapped in warp-warpy land, GROWL! 

Architecture That Killed Lousy Tinkerbell (WISH!)

In my last time of architecture college (final exam now!), sometimes i really missed the days of torture and sorrow in design studio. The agony from my mentors, tortured us like spending time watching Stephen King's works (which happened to be my favorites), mocked us about how really shit our fruit from our labours was (talk about crap!). Since that times, i grew not only become very appreciated to all artisan work (architect, painter, musician, artist, etc), but more important is to be daredevil, unafraid to try new concept, enhancing creativity. Salute to all my architecture college mentors XOXO, i'm thanked them so much *sob*.

Okay...!You don't think i'll be goodie-goodie student and not forgetting all horrible things that those 'nazi' did to me, don't you? Off course...NOT, architecture to me is love/hate, on/off relationship. Hate/off/negative things dominantly because the people's part, the design/art part is my favorite. It's an art that we can live in it. How appropiate to use art or what?

So many books i got inspired naturally/forced by crazy 'nazi' mentors. But i'll must say Verb Boogazine series it's my favorite. I'm only had one (Verb : Conditioning), which inside has my personal pick of project, Absinth' Air by Decosterd&Rahm. Coolest factor about the project is; it's not even a building, it's not just interior, it's experimental installation of the senses.

Some mere installation offered visual wonder, gaudiesque chi-chi interior, or even sci-fi laser thingy effect, but not this. Do you ever experience 'real' green fairy existence in just one room visiting? i'm not talk ing about that damn annoying flying cartoon creature, act-cuter, pet of her freaking act-childish-over-indulge boss. If you want to see fairy, feeling like one, just drink couple slosh of absinth then, why not? Halucinating is sounds 100x cooler than watch and imagining...lame cartoon character. Err...i never taste absinth before, i doubt they ever existed in my country. But i want that, at least a slosh, i want to see the green-blue flame dancing around my shot (pathetic?). I'm even wondered if i can get the Staroplzenecky one, the Czech's absinth reknown brand, i'm crazy about the ceramic-goth memorabilia veil, SUITE!

The Absinth' Air installation is a making 'sense' project by vaporized absinth, so we visitors can inhale and start experiencing green fairy seduces our mind. It's get even better, you're not even got drunk! Playing safe, but in better efforts. I wish i can get in there, even only temporary, why not event like these become regular??? Decosterd&Rahm, you guys ROCKX!!! 

PS: Look at the warning sign sticky over the entrance, NICE!

Suck My Green Tea Latte Brain Out, Don Corleone!

It must be a shallow phenomenon that made Don Corleone, a.k.a The Godfather built some kinda huge cult worshippers. It's not that i really hate Coppola's most hella good work (i adored Coppola's), but there's something i found really annoying about one-upman-shit charismatic persona.

In the other hand, Hannibal Lecter had something that Corleone didn't , the art of solitary psychocologic act. He do his evil work alone, NOT drag along the poor weaklings to drown in hell with him, just like Corleone did (shit!!!). I bet if Corleone didn't had a huge amount of people-eat-shit-following-party member and his dumb family, he's nothing but crap.

Well...blame me. Maybe because i really enjoyed Dr. Lecter's trilogy to many times, compared to The Godfather's that made me really passed out in a very first half hour. How genius Dr. Lecter can be; he's art guru, psychology master, scientist, decent traveller, mind-gamer, and everything that he want to be has to be cool enough for him. Don't forget that he has some unindentified magnetic charm, so much better than so-obvious-fine-charmer.

Goes on...talk about taking relax time, i had this Thomas Harris's Hannibal english version hardcover-clad book from public library in Senayan, Jakarta. The book's cover itself was simple, sophisticated, and very represent Dr. Lecter quality : solid black (his hidden evil), gold plated title (his avant garde taste), and blood velvet on reverse side of the cover (his addiction to blood...,and flesh).

And just like any other book-inspired-movies, book WIN off course! The horror, detail by detail was hypnotized (and really amused) me. I really...(mean it) really enjoyed my so called 'bible' though. For the best thing ever, when you started to munching this dictionary-thicked-wonder-of-work do mated it with best concoction as your post-angst quencher. Starbucks Iced Green Tea Latte, is my personal choice, one of my addiction in the past of couple months right now. I'd better choose just latte than the superfamous Frappucino. Why? 'cause i always feel when i drink any Starbucks's Frappucino, it always ended like i was eating a pile of flavored ice, and it wasn't good thing. Starbucks Iced Green Tea Latte is my stressed quencher, mood maker, my thirst savior. The only upset thing is, it's quite expensive compared to others Starbucks coffee, it's only tea for pete sake!

On picture, there's my aunt's coffee, and chicken spinach omellete muffin (YUM!). Starbucks is located on Supermal Karawaci, Tangerang, Jakarta. Very cozy place to eat, read, drinks, and net-browsing (*cough*blogging*cough*)...there's few charger provided each seat which placed near wall. I know this combo of Thomas Harris's Hannibal with Starbucks Iced Green Tea Latte will seems little bit odd, but it's really work for my tranquillity-search-momentum.

PS: My first entree never be this good though, YIKES!!!