Red Hot Soldier Of My Heart

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XOXO   XOXO
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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

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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!

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~

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!

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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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

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The Ever Loved Jazzy My Raisin Chronicles

Jazzy..      ..Jazzy

Jazzy...      ...Jazzy

Jazzy...Jazzy...Jazzy...

Jazzy...Jazzy...Jazzy...Jazzy

Jazzy  Jazzy  Jazzy

Jazzy...Jazzy

Jazzy,,,,,,,,,,,,,,jazzy

Jazzy,,, ,,,,,, ,,,Jazzy

....     ....

......

...

Jazzy       Jazzy

Jazzy...Jazzy

Jazzy

..

.

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.

                                                                                                                        

                                                                                                

                             

                 

                                                                             

                                                                                                                              

Jazzy can give you high-five in three-on-three each hand, everytime he wants to get down from my lap.

Jazzy can jump into chair quietly and drinks water on the glass without moving it.

Jazzy hated when i'm called him 'genit' (sassy), he'll throw an tantrum, he better called 'nakal' (bad boys), or 'macho' (manly) instead.

Jazzy love to hide under the sofa/carpet pretend he's on camping.

Jazzy will sniff first, then take it politely with his mouth, rather than grab it everytime i give him a snack.

Jazzy love gaudiesque food like; awfully chocolate's cake, oxtail bone and bits, sweet "Harum Manis" mango, and the list goes on.

Jazzy always waited for his brother, Rocky to get out from cage, then he'll run with them.

Jazzy will get snort like; "Hmphh!" or "Fuh!" snottily when i'm disturbed/cuddled him.

When i fell off/got hurt Jazzy is the first who came after me and licked in panic with concerned looks.

Jazzy love to mocking me when i'm yelled at his mischief manners, usually he'll giggle-as-man like "khe...kheh..khe"

with move-like-rhymes-pom-pom-tail-move walk.

AND THERE'S MANY MORE

SOON

HAPPINESS

WILL

RETURN

XOXOX

XOX

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Brown Colored Food Spelled Yum-Tastic Part 1

No kidding, every brown food always tastes delicious, unlike the green one (except, matcha flavored stuff!), ironic much, the earthy colour has contradicted meanings against each other. Back then i'm not a veggie person, regards my childhood, i've always in fighting-mood when my parents forced me to eat my veggies. Well, veggies always had a bad reputation for me, you know; bitter, slightly rancid, grassy smelled, and stuffs, no wonder i'll choose to be meaty person; for now, chicken, beef, and fish, yeah...savory one. Brown food isn't always be meaty and deep-fried, there's one thing works like magic, chocolate. There's no way i'll stop eating chocolate, the good-mood-saviour. People who hates chocolate, i think must be suffered enough to enjoy the great tasted, pity, in my humble opinion.   

Growing up, i'm eating veggies just because to enhanced my body to be err...healthy? skinny? beautiful? yeah...for self-image purposes, i'm not going crazy like some of hypocrite lunatics that say anything but fair about eating meat, health-concerned people who preaches to everyone about how bad eating good/comfort things like; junk food (which happens to be my all-time favorite), fatty/sweets things (come on! Everyone needs them to be happy) and soda/alcoholic drinks (it's the advance culinary invention, it's not a sin you hypocrite losers! We have self-control you see, we're not robotics!). Anthony Bourdain, Andrew Zimmern, Adam Richman, and off course my dearest Nigella Lawson, always be my constant heroes (yes, i'm TLC freaks), they're really humanize the meaning of gastronomy, not some kind 'patronized/Mr.perfectionist/utterly bullshit' one (HAHA*fill-the-blank*HAHA), they're really enjoyed/appreciated/created their food for REAL!

For the first part, i want to shared my brown food haven that traced from our culinary legacy, one of them, it's from the TeSaTe restaurant, located in Plaza Senayan, Jakarta. It's a traditional indonesian food for real experiences that usually you've got from our street hawkers but with the chi-chi-but-not-expensive a.k.a snotty environment, not like fussy 'hotelier-ized' one, still keep the real tastes and method. So, let's started now then;

So this is a brown drinks, a traditional indonesian quencher; "Es Kunyit Asem" it's iced drinks consists of; tamarind, turmeric and palm sugar. It's refreshing, and not forget, the compliments that you'll see in the silver spoon, it's pair of "Ting-Ting Jahe", it's a cashew-ginger candy, perfect companion with the sooth-herbal concoction. The pandan leave over there isn't just an accent, you may stirred your drinks before you slurped it for the aromatic effect. This drinks which i called legacy has many potential healing factor; to energized the body, to cured body odour, to cleansed the toxic for menstrual woman, and also to enhanced our appetites, indeed.

Yes, the meal speaks the restaurant's name and speciality itself, "TeSaTe" means a shout from Satay Man hawkering around to sell the stuffs, like "Satay...Tay...Satay!!!", oke...it's not Satay, it's Sate, the meat-on-the-skewer things originally came from Madura, East Java, Indonesia. This version on the shoot up there is "Sate Ayam Ponorogo" the chicken satay (skin, meat, and egg) with the special creamy/chunks cashew-peanut sauce, from Ponorogo, another East Java quarter speciality, also famous with "Reog Ponorogo" art performances. The sate came in iron-n'-charcoal pot to keep it warm, the meat itself stay moist too. I do like the chicken skin sate, yeah, it's fatty-karma, but it's sinfully good, the unforgivable taste noted from the cashew peanut sauce with the hint of "Kecap Manis" (again, our sweet soy sauce legacy). "Kecap Manis" made the sauce even savory without 'sarcastically' sweet. The chili and shallots bits extra acted as 'cuts' that gives you spiced-up in your tongue

TeSaTe restaurant not just like a 'traditional' restaurant in the making, it has modern-chic conceptual interior, before we entered the main room, we'll encounter something like this. The menu was excellent variety and not too expensive (a person's complete meals wil comes around 10-15$) from appetizer to dessert, and comes in english too, the service is pleasant, but do make reservation 'cause it's always packed when in lunch time. So...that's my first brown food experienced, i'll post about it again, soon enough, because brown food never dies, veggies is okay, but savory will wins at all causes, BROWNISSIMO!  

Moon For Watch And Kill The Odyssey

...Oh great, i feel empty but yet comforted...

Courtesy; studio, hypercastle, look

And somehow, i wish they're disappear, so it's only me who exist here, occupied my own universe.

Perhaps, i'm just being sentimental right now, poor my soul.

Courtesy; tumblr28, iwatchstuff, guim

I remembered when i first saw this gems back then since i try so damn hard finished my last architecture studio drawings. True OASIS if you asked me. 

British duo Nathan Parker and Duncan Jones really simplified the power of mega smartass sci-fi movie, and made it cooler, if not darker, angst-ier. As i don't get it about all Star Wars phenomenon, i've found Moon (2009) to be suppaduppacomft to watch, the essences of your own horror, agony, and desperate shown rather beautifully, not some kind philosophical/preaches bullshit, and it gives me real experience through supernatural of human mind. Picturesque through solar-blue-n'-white space, calm my freezes brain, and distressed my emotion. Colorific??? It's not a scene, not pretend to be cultistic scene maker, the whole process of just watching was over my normal mindset, and it's not that damn Kubrick's Space Odyssey (1968/2001), i hate that, sorry for my narrow-minded act of mine, but...please i don't need to be judged by artsy-smarty message just for to be called cult/cool person, YUCKKKSY! 

Okay...i'll stop my value-ing right now, so excuse me,

i just want created my lunar/space/posse

of myself.

  

So, i'm wearing; Rolling Stones thrift shirt, grey legging, "Batik" belt, stripey bag, and some peek-a-hole sneaks.

Destination: TeSaTe, edgy-indonesian restaurant (and it wasn't a club!), Plaza Senayan, Jakarta.

Now...i really want Gerty for myself...!

I Love You.I Love You.I Love You

Courtesy, medsc

"But IRS, i'm already pledged my loyalty to Sam Bell only, my very humble apologize"

======Well...seems like we can't have everything that we want, can't we?======

To Be Choux Or Chewy Your Tongue Decide

I love cream puff / choux, i don't know why, to me it's a sugar craving diva extraordinaire, the queen of all. Calories packed, oh yeah, must be. It's pastry, you know, french-butter-laden pastry, filled with creamy-luscious-milky-goodness, but why not? It's good. I tasted (a hundred, less maybe) type of cream puff, from the ghetto latex-gum-consistency starch laden faux cream, the cheapest one, to the snooty french classy one it's great adventure of a taste buds. From my grandmother legacy to the mass production, they're unique one by one, and not necessary 'advertisement' tasted like doughnut, it has characteristic.

And, just like every food-evolution, cream puff has developed into interesting new form right now, take a look from Chewy Junior. Yes..., it's another Singapore's great invention (also at franchising) of the cream puff evolution. I found this cool idea back from my last trip, and i've must say i'm falling in love at the first bite, i'm serious! And, thank goodness, they're already franchised here, at my country, and had me full respect than the ever-booming coffee hawker stuff (zzz...snore).

Chewy Junior had revolutionized the concept of cream puff / choux, not just a form, but also tastes. The original form of cream puff has a airy, smooth-egg-n'-butter consistency, with the half heavy half light cream on the filling. So tasty when it's fresh, BUT, the downside are when we try to keep it remained, at freezer, ha! It's a big no-no, most of puff will remained for couple of days, after that, it's not lovely anymore. As for Chewy Junior puff, well...the first experience you can feel in your tongue is from the texture itself, it's chewy. I don't mean chewy like bubble gum, but more like macaron minus the hardness. I bet they used more white egg in the dough. The founder, Mr. Kevin Ong has married two nation in his chewy puff recipe (mmm...French and Japan, i guess?), and i think he's done it perfectly. And not just unique, the chewy point has made the puff long lasting in the freezer (even improving the taste), how appropriate isn't it. 

For my personal choice, i love the mini-version one, the Chocolate Junior. I took the photo above, when it's untouched, freshly made one, and i'm in a good patience. It's interesting how they packed the mini puff, in a retro-chinese-delivery-box (red/yellow is the sign of LUCKY!), with the straws (as chopstick impersonated) to pick it (in case of unwanted mess). The mini puff, has fitted to one bite (err...my mouth personally), with light chocolate cream filling, and glazed with chocolate ganache, it's addictive snack-cum-dessert. I can eat them all, full box (consists 6/8 mini puffs, forgot!), in just less than 15 mins, and still wanted more, more, AND MORE PLEASE! 

It's My Patriotic Act Over Slice Of Srikaya Toast

These days singaporean-coffee-hawker-theme became popular in Indonesia. No offense, but it’s just insanely ridiculous. It’s not i’ve anything against that, no. But, Indonesia has many good things to made as trend, ironically, we just copy-copy-copy from others culture, it’s insane. From ‘gaudiesque’ non-contextual architecture, so-called-indie-fake-band-and-other-stuff, even the europeanism frikkin' snobbery  traits on celebrity and socialite, horrible! Coffee hawker is just one tiny example, it started when the popular Singapore’s coffee hawker brand, Ya Kun Kaya Toast had placed their popularity in Jakarta, and it was booming.  I love the kaya-toast, teh ping, and soft/runny boiled egg combo though (as my Dad favorites combo too), but it’s just an ‘okay’, not wonderfully good. The Ya Kun always packed of peoples, especially on weekend, the concept was smart-ass approached, i don’t mind about it. But for me, there’s one contender that can beat those Singaporean cool franchises, its Kopi Lay, the North Sumatran (Medaners) version of true coffee hawker, located at Eat & Eat Food Court Concept, Mal Kelapa Gading 3, Jakarta.

The history of coffee hawker it’s not originally came from Singapore. It brought by the chinese immigrants, hokkien spoken/Southern Fujian, Taiwan descendants, that have been recited around Singapore, Malaysia, and Medan (North Sumatra, Indonesia) for centuries. So no wonder, there’s a lot of franchised/ghetto/modern version of coffee hawker amoba-ized everywhere. It‘s just the same as “Warung Kopi/Warung Tegal” in Jakarta, and else here, it’s essentially a place to hang out (usually for workers/salary man) after hard days labor, drink a couple of solid-black coffees with easy snack, discussing reality of life, then get relax. Just easy like that.

Now, back to Kopi Lay, i’m always have a regular combo from there, consists of; “Es Teh Tarik”/pulled-iced milk tea or “Milo Dinosaur”/iced Milo with full drenched with sprinkled, well... Milo. That refreshing drinks doesn’t come plain; they dressed in vintage glass, perfected by small tea plate with the complimentary of finger biscuits, nice! The meal itself; “Toast with Gula Melaka”/dark brown french toast, tasted comforting, with the retro-thick-sliced-home-made bread. And for the egg (there’s no proper coffee hawker combo without soft/runny boiled egg combo, damn right!), and Kopi Lay excelled that by using “Telor Ayam Kampung”/free-ranged egg. Take that Ya Kun guy!

Yup, that guy just making my order, "Es Teh Tarik". As you can see, the stall was retrotastic! The vintage plank/canister, old owner's family portrait, F&N creamer can, and...the "Selai Srikaya"/indonesian version kaya jam on a plastic jar, okay...it's not like Ya Kun, singaporean version which pale green, it's more yellow-pale-tan colored (as they aren't contained "Pandan" and "Suji" leaves).

The chinese folkore pin-up right there just one of the props from Kopi Lay stall. The rest, well, there's vintage knick-knacks like; "Fan Bo" beauty powder, Carnation condensed milk can, and so on. Overall, it's pleasant experiences to lingering the place itself, food and drinks are very affordable, and such a relief matter to escape from all-things-singapore booming in Jakarta for a while, BREATH!

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!

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!

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!

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}