Silence

I have been away for awhile now. The mind have drifted off to an unspoken sphere of subconsciousness that breath on sleep and empty thoughts. I am living on a single track mind who knows nothing of desire and passion. I am dull. I am mindless. I am at work.

Do forgive me for my lack of words, and my absence in post . Living life out of the suitcase, jumping off commercials flights and hoping onto fokker planes have left little time for me to fan my own life curiosity. Hence the silence.

So, how have you been? Me? Well, kaleidoscopic living have to wait. Can't you see i'm painting in the colors now.

While i was away...

.: will explain later :.

Junk Sale

Perhaps i should quit my job and travel for a year. Nothing fancy in mind. I just thought maybe i'll go for a vineyard tour around new zealand, snowboarding at the alps, catch the northern light above the swedish lapland, and maybe, just maybe, learn to speak czech at prague. Ahem. Help me make it happen by dropping by at palate palette for the junkyard sale tomorrow. Me and the girls have a booth there. Selling off loads of past loved items from childhood memories to shitty birthday presents. It would be fun!

Whatever | la

I hate watching tv commercials. I hate it. The fact that i work in the same industry doesn't exactly explain why i hate it. I guess if you sell donut, you tend to hate eating it. You get bored and tired with it. For me, i have a tendency to dissect ads when i see one, and that alone stresses me out already. Thus, there's only a handful of ads that have truly amaze me. This is one of them.

By the way, i'm turning two seven today. Bummer. It doesn't get any worst than this. Trust me.

Sleeping in silence

Sorry for my absence. Work. The addictive four letter word have taken over my life again. I'm all piled up with work, and i have no one but myself to blame for it. Not that i mind. It beats sitting at home, staring at the four blank walls and dozing off repeatedly, waiting for age to creep up on me. Just two weekends ago, i had one of my sporadic sleeping moments in between jobs. I practically slept for two entire day, waking up only for meals, toilet break and nothing else. I went off without shower (!), no phone calls, no internet-ing, and i even try not to come out from the bedroom much. I was sinking into hermit mode. And yes, i am bored without work.

But that was then. I'm now back on energizer bunny mode again, humping my way thru jobs. Slutting away sounds more like it. Haha. Anyhow, i did catch a flick in between all that sleeping. I caved in to 'p/s i love you'. Stunning! Brilliant story telling and amazing emotional ride. And right now, i'm utterly in love with irish man. The accent. Oh gawd! I could cum in my pants just hearing them speak. They could be reciting the phone book for all i care, the accent is just sweet jesus juice to my ears. Yeehar!!

Maybe this weekend i'll drop by to the nearest finnigan pub and take away a few irish man for the night.

Anyone wants to join?

Peter Panter and I

So i did Peter Pan last sunday. Pretty amazing for an indonesian act. That would be me comparing them with the international bands not our local ones, of course. Ours sucks and will continue to suck if they keep coming up with those tragic emo-fied monotone tunes they proudly call music. What rubbish is this?! Life is depressing enough as it is without their grieving songs playing in the background. But before I have missiles aimed up my arse and I become the Independence Day fireworks, we do have some exceptionally good underground bands no doubt. Unless they un-underground themselves, and be recognized, we would still be stuck with lousy bands whoring up the airwaves till the cows come home!

Oh, upper east sider is back. Go download it. You know you want to.
Double aww.

Lucky Bitches!

Lars and the Real Girl

Forgive me god for i have sin. You see, i was at a local film maker screening last friday and half way through it, i couldn't help but let out a soft snore and i probably drooled quite a bit too. It was unintentional. And its not like i haven't had enough sleep the night before. To tell the truth, i partly blame the slightly dimmed room and the squashy oversized couch that i was seating on at the screening for my lack of attention. It was all too comfortable to begin with. Then there's the minuscule fact that the line up of films screened were remarkably boring and way too artsy for me to digest. I'm just warming up the cultured part of me here, but if this is what it takes, then i'm more than happy to fall back to being trashy and ignorant again. It was in actuality too pretentious, and the films were working way too hard to be artistic. I'll give it an E for effort and T for trying. Nothing more.

Anyhow, i was out again last night for a midnight flick with lilmissmei. Ya, she finally came around and is recovering from her junkie days. I think everyone have their little moments. Hers was just a bit too medicated. Be that as it may, lets not elaborate any further, she's already so going to skinned me alive for what i'm saying now. It would be fatal to say more!

Anyway, it was Lars and the Real Girl this time around. A film that stretches the idea of a morbid love story so unconventional, i was left not knowing either to laugh in irony or sympathize in agony. Ryan gosling was somewhat spot on with his subtle and yet intense performance that drove the whole plot to a different level all together. Go watch it. You'll be blown away. This REALLY is a love story not quite like any others.

Oh, did i mentioned i'm heading off to peter panter's gig tonight? Its all part of the bigger plan to being cultured. Will brag about it when i come back. Ciao!

Movies + Books

Ohkay. Truth to be told, the cultured week that i have been raving about didn't quite turn out like what we have planned. With miss smith sudden interest with the whole peter panter's groupie club and lilmissmei having to deal with her personal issues of sleeping pills and painkillers, i was left alone to fan my own cultured curiosity. Thus, i end up snugging up the old pillow and fallen right into the movie marathon spell instead!

First up was Definitely, Maybe, which turns out to be quite an interesting conversation piece. Then there is the reruns of Clueless, which i have no idea why i went and drool all over it again. I'm guessing its paul rudd and all his yummiest. And like that's not enough, i had to fall head over heels in love with billy crudup's Dedication. An indie flick that speaks of life eccentricities and dealing with personal demons.

With this three films streaming thru my waking conscious, i was all cranked up and thirsty for another dose of cultured garbage. And that's when it hit me. I look around my room. Dug underneath the bed. Looked inside the boxes. Nope. None. Nada. There is not a single book in my room. I don't even have a bookshelf to begin with. Ditzy as i may sound, and i know this is very blonde of me, but i have never owned a book before. Probably because i don't buy books, that is if you minus the occasional school textbooks and revision workbooks. I usually rent books from a neighborhood bookstore with my mum. But right now, i'm thinking of starting a small little library in my room, filled with a collection of my favorite books. Buying a few books with each paycheck wouldn't be too harsh on my budget i guess. Hmm...

gimme FIVE!

The meme season have arrived. It was awhile back since i last indulged myself with the simple joy of finishing up a meme. Ahh. Behold the five things...

1. fIVE things in my bag : wallet, ulcer cream, moisturizer, my little brown book of dreams and a pair of shades.

2. fIVE things in my wallet: identification card, credit card, karaoke card, house keys and a twenty egyptian pound note from my last trip.

3. fIVE things I like most in my room: the gi joe i stole from shoot, moira the blythe doll, the russian doll jacie gave me, the instant photo i took in taiwan and my shiny disco ball.

4. fIVE things I'd like to do: finish up at least the first draft of the book i'm writing on, fall in love with a stranger, own a shop, travel the world with my parents and never have to say goodbye.

5. fIVE things I'm doing now: listening to maria mena's 'just hold me', painting my toe nail black, chewing on a toothpick, playing text twist on facebook and of course posting up this meme.

6. fIVE person i'd tag : big ben, queer rant, 11&us, bedtime stories and you.

Behold the many faces of Noah K.

I was youtubing this morning and i stumped across the video of this dude from brooklyn, ny. While i don't always condone men camwhoring, i'll let this one slide. This is what i call an obsessive camwhore guru. They should have an award in the nobel prize for him and him alone, coz' this take shit loads of patience and i don't think many of us have that courage. Definitely not me. Its not in my blood to be patience.

Anyhow, what happen is, this guy Noah K, he takes a photo of himself everyday for the past eight years and he's still doing it. Amazing. Simply amazing. And to think that i'm dreading to face the cold shower every single morning, i should be shot in comparison with him. Repetition is just not my cup of tea!

Noah K @ www.everyday.noahkalina.com

The scarier part is, after much googling, i came across Jonathan Keller who happen to be a much, much, MUCH bigger camwhore that Noah. These people are really freaks of nature! I likey like!!

Jonathan Keller @ www.c71123.com/daily_photo