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!

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

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! 

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!

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

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~

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!    

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!