Red Hot Soldier Of My Heart

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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.

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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!

Ghost Can't Steal As It'll Be Kept Forever

I'm not ashamed to admitted that i love gathering stuff, small/detailed/memorial stuff. It's freakin' hilarious how a small things can created a huge meanings, or even stories. Yet, i'm also think that if a small stuff can produced bigger story, how about big stuff? Errr...humongous??? Well i'll kept that later...

Verb: Conditioning, is a architecture boogazine, and becomes my love, my inspiration, my eternal excuses for showing hatred for the other boring/commercialized architecture books. Well why? For me architecture books must be liked manga, full of images, little bit of words, OR, full of un-grammatized-cult words, few images. I hate when architecture books translated as rhetorical theories, or definition, i wanted more phenomenon, more tragedy, more angst. Verb: Conditioning described a phenomenon towards identity in architecture, for examples; Las Vegas, it's a tacky, identity-crisis wonderland, if i see them in my mere mortal vision, but as architecture, Las Vegas is recreating fantasy, rediscovered dreams. The other project in this boogazine that i loved you can read further in my earlier post, here. There's many interesting projects that compounded in one tiny book, and i'll posted about it, promises...promises.

The post-ice-cream-cap of mine came from Ben&Jerry's, it's a cult institution that created a social trends, and the coolest one. I love how they do to their website, swanky! Fun, yeah just like my favorite architecture boogazine, must be fun, must be blow my mind. I love the vanilla one, they used real vanilla bean, you can spotted through the tiny black speckled. And salute to them to used fair trade vanilla, one of them came from my country Indonesia. The real weird things about that, there's no outlet found in my country (well there's some of hiding in the midst of the city, but...come on!), the vanilla one i've got on my Singapore's trip, they've a lot of outlets there (even on the Siloso beach, Sentosa), how envious. 

The other stuffs left; Olde Mickey Mouse pocket watch and 4711 mini cologne. The pocket watch i've got from my Dad business trip back when i'm on first grade (circa 1993), and the most well-kept treasures of mine, still as new. I love how Mickey's hands become hour/min arrow. Gift from our parents in the childhood spelled legacy for me, unforgotable. The 4711 mini cologne, is another legacy, it's my late grandfather favorites, my Dad gives me on his Europe trip last year with my Mom (minus me, haha!), it's came from the original Koln, Germany, yeah...mine was a real genuine indeed. I love the smell, it's a first cologne ever made in history of perfume making (err...Koln=Cologne), it's fresh, aquatic fresh, with a hint of citrus, and densed alcohol, just like a after-shower smell, FRESH!

Err...when i took the shoot of my stuffs,

i don't realized it would be royally-klsx-gold all around,

as i hate the bourgeois-jerk things. Meh, i'll stick with the ghetto then, SHAZAMMM!  

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! 

Living Up The Materialism Of Our Life

Let's make a scenery combo: (posse + cloths + architecture) X legacy. I'm not gonna type 'equal' here, 'cause i'm still not confident about my 'looks', my bad after all. Speaking about legacy, it's important to said that i really appreciated my tradition. I'm not try to sounds so idealistic here, i don't have sort of prudish traits whatsoever. Idealism can be seems a little bit stupid-looking for me, at least when i saw in other people. If goods has to be lost, so be it, but if they're still exist until now, i'll be defend it. So enough my babbling now, started the posse already!

> Posse: Well...smirked, awkwardly, can't decide yet.

>> Cloths (main stage): The legacy note, the Batik dress that i wore as top/cardi (still, undecided yet). It's not ordinary typical indonesian 'Batik', it's a mixed-breed of "Batik Jumputan" originally from Central Java, the uniqueness of this bred is the tie-dye-pinch-n'-stain type WITH the other type, "Songket Palembang" which appeared on the fabric's textures. Those indigenous heirloom, comes from Palembang, South Sumatra, it's a "Ikat" / the indonesian speciality of woven technique. And the mixing result, gives an excellent idea for just so-called-fashion, yeah...some accomplishment in my opinion.

>> Cloths (the least): Giordano Ladies tube (my Mom's), GUESS? black skinny-fitted (err...not so), ANANAS khaki wedges, octagonal-woody bangle and Singapore Botanic Gardens green-efforts souvenir bag, YAY!  

>>> Architecture: The house (unknown) that located near my family reunion's house, somewhere in Jakarta. The detailing; material, element, space, they're creating sort of palette experiences. And the colour speaks for itself, it's not a futuristic-modern-metal-concrete-clad (boring...!), it's more a legacy, something that came around years, and it still immortalized.

POSSE (HUMAN) + CLOTHS (FASHION) + ARCHITECTURE

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LIVING

AT LAST...DONE MY 'EQUAL' NOW, PHEEW. 

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

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!

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!  

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!