Hybrid Agenda Of The Restless Souls

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Feels of staring 

and flowed like a winds.

Shades of mystery,

caress the mourning and the lost.

Calling me by your whispers,

sheer neurotic split of mind.

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And you, yes you! My precious one,

i took your shoot my dear,

with my daring choice of device that no one

else believe.

Yes my arrogant cell-cam!

And to look at you my real angelic things, i present

my momentum;

A series of posse, not from mine,

but from great inspiration, regards!

1. STRONG-RYE, RAY AS FIERCE

2. GORE-ROMANCE

3. DE-MYSTIFIED

4. LA FLASH

5. GRAY BUT PREP

6. SHEER SPOTTED YOU

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

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

...and will be continued...

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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

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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

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!    

No White Policy For Our Moment

Let's talk about common thing, about marriage. I have this idea just about witnessing my friends and cousins wed this year, it's amazing how things grows so fast. I think marriage was a one of life cycle schematic for every people, and by choice. Marriage wasn't a standard to determined someones success life. Yeah...it's a personal choice. Personal choice contained many aspects; dependency, family's legacy, and economical surpasses. Especially for a woman, err...i guess. The sucks phenomenon is the woman factor, in our society, woman in early 20's-30's should be married, above that years usually degraded as something low, unimportant, and to be worst, unwanted. 100% myth if you asked me.

Right...i don't wanna buy that crazy old people standard, as every human being have their own way to survive their life. If we are marriage, well, get it right! Never took some marital status as a 'branded-label', big no-no! I saw many unconditional marriage in my family that turns to worst cases scenario, divorce. Marriage should be taken seriously, 'cause we aren't 'in relationship' state of mind anymore. Just the same range, if we're not marriage yet, don't be so desperate about it, chill...relax yourself dude, it's not a first class life stage anyway. Yup...! And more importantly, choose your bride/groom VERY...VERY WISELY. It's good if they're your first love, or someone you really, really love. If we're just blatantly choose our marriage partner as 'labelling' target, and then if something bad happens we will regretful for the rest of our life, you know...just like a monkey trap. The horror, i don't want to imagine it.

I took the jasmine confetti from restaurant in Jakarta (i'll told about it soon...) and i just thinking about wedding bouquet. Yeah...the one that all the single ladies always hunt after the bride throw them into the air. I like the white serene effect, it's suite very well on the wedding dress (traditionally on white), as myself, i always imagine that i'll have a black roses as my hand bouquet, with the black-n'-neon green as wedding dress, oh yeah..., bloody suite isn't it (err...my parents will go mad on that idea). Maybe, that's just my 2-cent idea, but traditional standard sometimes getting bored this days, why not spiced-up a little bit, marriage is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, GO WILD GUYS!

PS: Proper marriage should have a good senses in the ears;



1. Yeah...walk the aisle jingle themed, very melodic, nice pianoesque too.



2. Confession, for private promises, quite meaningful.

3. Yeah...from the groom to the bride cheesy moment.

4. Now...from the bride to the groom 
happily-ever-after moment.

5. After all the commotions you know what
happens next, right? 

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Let The Rabbit Seek For A True Sanctuary

Mr. Rabbit...!

Ooo...Mr. Rabbit!

Yeah...i'm just remembering aliceinthewonderland catch-phrases. I love rabbit, they're...err...(i found it disturbingly difficult to say)...cute. They've fluffy body, red-eyed wonder (the white), quiet appearances (as they don't squeak/bark or whatevs.), and they hop around like nobody business. But! They're very difficult to care for; must properly fed (wrong food spells dying rabbit), has overly-strong-ammoniac pee, just sensitive pet they're. So...in my house, just dog-policy-only, because they're very well, easy to maintained.

So...maybe i've to satisfied myself with the tin-retro-robo rabbit then, here we go!

O'Hilly rabbit, rest you rest on the sloped land

land of hope, land of silent

as your purity keep it remained

i caress your tin-skinned form.

 Hop you go! YES !Hop you go

freed your soul, O'Hilly rabbit

do not let the velvety green pillow fooled you

just be free, just be wild

wilderness is your truly home

forever and ever.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Laugh My Ass-Out, Even Spidey-Mate Need His Girly Time Out

(teloleloletloleloletelolet)

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(insert cheesy superhero BGM here)

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"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...help!help!somebody!!!"



"Mwahahahahahahahaz!!!"

"I'm the evil-mighty-fashionese bastard! And with my sassy (sissy?) power of CHANEL No.5 poison-air i'll sucked your last breath, you filthy commoners!"

"Oh no! He's no ordinary jack-ass! He's a evil sissy loser, oh my gosh, he's the GAGA of bandit world! We're doomed" 

"We need superhero! A superhero that had bravery to saved our misery"

"Oh my...too late, those evil-rancid-over-expensive No.5 perfume is making us exhausted...blarghhh...th...ose...chemical...doz...en...we...need...help, FAST!!!

(in the mean time, far away...our famous superhero was...)

"Lalalalala...what a happy day!"

"Spiderman! Thank goodness we've found you here, we need your help. Fast. Now! That evil-fag loser has tried to poison NYC citizen with the massive CHANEL No.5 bazooka. They'll be dead, breathless"

"Err...it's that bad, officer? It's CHANEL No.5 we're talking here. They weren't died in misery, it's a diva in a perfumery world"

"But...but! They're need your help, spiderman, please!"

"Hmm...okay...okay...just a sec okay, officer! With my super-duper-awesome power, i'll help that innocent citizens, you can take my promise"

"Err...okay spidey-mate!We'll be waiting"

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"Well...every superhero need a cutie-cupcake to started their hard-days right! Those citizen will be okay then, after i have this lovely snack to bite."

"Lalalalala...wow this cupcake is scrumptio'licious!"

"Well...i'm full right now, maybe a little 5 mins nap will complete my heroic days"

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz 

===3 hours later===

heaven

"Jeez...even we're dead right now, those spidey-mate never came to saved us, talk about being ripped-off!"

"Well...just like my grandmother always told me, don't ever trusted a guy with a spiderweb costume, EVER!"

(yup...the great spidey-mate still slepp in his slumberland, dreaming about making love with pretty cupcakes, with a scents of CHANEL No.5 lingering the air as the final combo. Have a nice dream, SPIDEY!)

===HAPPY (RIPPED-OFF) ENDING===

Ghetto Effect That Reached The Magnificent Software

What if there's no eraser..., or something to changed the error for making it flawless, editing devices, to enhanced beauty, or uniqueness. The mighty Photoshop, o yeah, i'm still remember when i first try that on my olde personal computer, and it's tempting, indeed. Photography and Photoshop it's the everlasting Romeo + Juliet, never dies, seems endless/forever. If it's not Photoshop, it might be Lomography's fancy accessories, and personally, i'm cursed it, so gargantually expensive for just a child's toys. So..., what happen if Photoshop doesn't exist, or for worst, banned (okay, it's literally overrated)? Correct answer would be, back to elementary artwork, for better or worse.

No-Photoshop Glazed with Frosting

(no, this is not that damn cupcake's recipe!)

Ingredients

Steady...really steady hands. (one for holding prop, others for holding cell-cam)
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1 silvery foil (something from elementary artwork prop, origami paper you see)
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Errr...cell-cam (everything with 2 MegaPixel, autofucos must be provide)

Done? Then use the silvery foil as a mirror, pinched a lil' bit the foil with your steady hand. Take a shoot of yourself in front your prop, and enjoy the same effect that the mighty Photoshop give to you, ENJOY!

Results

In case your blind, or just taking a denial, you must/probably can see the difference, between the real and the frosted reflection.

NOT PICASSO, NOT VAN GOGH, NOT EVEN WARHOL

Let the true artisan decide, thank you.

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;

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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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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!

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}

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!