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

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!  

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!