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

=

LIVING

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

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

My Starbucks Anthem, The Everlasting Story Part 1

Don't get me wrong here...if i've posted something 'global-branded' thing doesn't mean i'm bluffing/adv.crazed. The reason i'm dedicated something to post here, because i'm been there, i'm falling in love/addicted to it. So not strange enough now if i'm dedicated to the lovely place i've been hangin' around right now. Yes, Starbucks Coffee is the 'global-branded' king, the mainstream space, coffee culture founder, the old man of the cafe euphoria. I've been there not just sip my favorite drinks, but also a place for me to socialized, to blog around (the free Wi-Fi (unripped-off) there was amazing!), and simply enough, to get relax (the interior indie-BGM, cool!) . For me Starbucks not just a cafe, it's more like convenient-slash-cult oasis.  
                                  

Yeah...the ingenious logo shoot up there i took from Starbucks Pondok Indah Mall 2, Jakarta. I love the place, it's semi-courtyard in the middle of shopping center, when my family just want to shopping-shopping-shopping i've just place my ass there, as i don't really like lingering shop-2-shop, just exhausting. I can sit there by hours and won't get bored, i think the place speak itself. Just like the 'space' on architecture, it has many meanings, and Starbucks gives me the awesome meaning to it, cozy, comfort, careless.

While i'm really enjoyed my time there, it doesn't mean i love all the concoctions, as my taste was turned to be resistible one. Here...my reviews of Starbucks drinks part 1 that i've tasted regularly. All the item's photo below was courtesy of Starbucks web mecca itself.  

1. Iced Green Tea Latte, my addiction, my #1 favorite, i loved the contrast between the sharp matcha with milk that makes it mild and comforting. See my earlier post here.

2. Caffe Misto, the poor/ghetto version of cafe latte, the cheapo alternative(beside regular brewed one). The tasted very much like ordinary latte, but because it's Starbucks, the coffee part tasted really strong, intense flavour. I liked whether it's hot/cold and sometimes add vanilla/caramel flavour into it. Nice and affordable if i'm in the broke conditions.

3. Iced Caramel Macchiato, well...it's my first Starbucks experienced. I've remembered that i've really had enough of the taste, it's the strong coffee note that made me headache (how embarrassing! I'm a coffee-phobic that time, err...before i'm entered campus, you know, when my time-phases still normal). But now, it just refreshing enough.

4. Okay...next up Iced Coffee, the vice-versa of earlier, when i'm struggling in architecture days, i've become extremist person. I love the bitterness, sharpness of the coffee note to maintained my bitter/sharp/hurt/emotional/depressed/humiliated of my already scattered heart from my post-annihilation of the architecture studio sessions. It's my truly 'marijuana'-caffeine-loaded of my psychological-aid until now. 

5. Java Chip Frappuccino, okay...this is the trendy stuff that i'm really regret tasting it. As i much liked iced coffee, i don't really get it the concept of heavy-loaded-of-ice-mix with the ever-wonderful Starbucks drinks. It's overdone, as i don't like froze-bite in my tongue over my already air-conditioned-bite body, not good. So this drinks was my trend-entry, thanks to the discount-BOGO-bank-promotion, just shared with my friends though. Good choice when my opportunist mode just turned on.

      

PS: Ha! I told you this reviews was a part 1, so it will be continued, SERIOUSLY!

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

(teloleloletloleloletelolet)

..................

(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===

A Simple Relieves That Came From Simplest Gesture

Let's talk about relieve, being relieved. I've just knowing that i'm (finally) graduated from architecture study. It's been a long time, and i'm not a goodie-goodie student, so that's mean i felt like a more and a half reason was definitely my fault. I'm not gonna pissed off/blaming to everyone else right now (even there's a lot of 'bad-ass' should be blamed), i'm just relieved, and...happy.

And remembering all the good things, especially from my college's pal, it's funny though, some of them playing backstabbing at me, some of them really...really...kind to me, it's funny, it's the reality. But i've must say that my college phases was way more interesting and also better than senior high life. Architecture itself sounds interesting than my days at science class, right on. And speaking about relieve, there's kind memory of it. It started when i got cough, bad cough in the theory-based class (i've forgot the subject's). And my pal just being a gentlemen that day (err...he always kind to me) for give me cure, spontaneously. It's Fisherman's Friend original that is. I know that it's just a simple gesture, but how kind is that? Not the pastilles, but more a gesture that i'd appreciated. My friend is a nice guy though, even a lot of the crazy 'backstabber' have been a sore loser by gossiping a false statements about him (and how dare they called them self a 'kind-and-loving' person), hypocrite much???

Yup, the pastilles has a bitter-herbal tasted, and i promise you that if you in a normal condition, i bet you don't even touch it. But because i've got cough, it gives instant relieves when i sucked it, and after that, it becomes my regular cure/saver i put on in my pocket. The last time i bought Fisherman's Friend, it came by the tiny tin box to keep all the pastilles fresh. And the jolly part, it's so retro london. Mine has a big red double-decker pic, really chic for just an container. So relieving, for me not just a physical approach, but more a simple gesture comes from a gentle heart, it's not complicated or materialistic kinda thing, just a relieve matters.  

 

PS: I would like to thanked Mr. James Lofthouse and my pal with a gentle heart for gives me a wonderful, simple yet instant relieves, YOU GUYS ROCK!