Saturday, 30 May 2009

Places, sites and haunts

I was walking along a gallery of walls, their strange messages drawing out an unexpected chortle from my surprised mouth. Idealist messages from people of all sorts of shapes - square, triangular, round, big and little people. Wishing I had something which I could use to hit record, to remember these strange moments when my endless walks results in a big smile and shoebites on my tired ankles. Or just maybe a digital SLR guide, since my camera hang uselessly from my neck.

But as it is I'm hit with a feeling of unexpected energy, a freshness factor of five thousand. This strange and beautiful feeling - let's hope this one lasts.

Yes, I'm tired and slightly dizzy. I love Saturday nights with friends.
Also - I wanted to share.

Edit: Adding this, because it's just too good not to share..! Found the link from Ananth's twitter. Ananth of JohnnyWander!! Which is also something you should check out. Begin at the beginning. Its the only way to begin a story.

I promise its worth it.

Friday, 29 May 2009

.a significantly sullen Sunday.

A significantly sullen Sunday morning,
Greets my gorgeous grieving girl.

Originally posted at my deviantART

Wednesday, 27 May 2009

Damn it, false alarm..! But NEWS! :D

"Paul" Is Simon Pegg's upcoming movie about aliens, or as the Chortle website says.. '...billed as ‘a comedy about being an alien in America, even if you're not from outer space''. I'm excited, of course I am..! Another movie staring Simon Pegg and Nick Frost? How can I not look forward to it! BUT.. Its apparently not part of their Blood And Ice Cream Trilogy.

I thought for sure it would be, what with it being about aliens, and the mint flavour Cornetto being green and all. 'Cause you know.. Green = Aliens..?

But apparently the final installment of the trilogy is supposed to be called 'The World's End', and production dates is as of yet unknown according to this article.

I love, love, love Simon Pegg - and that feeling was there before he played Scotty in Star Trek! And his movies with Nick Frost is always ace! Which makes me want to go see The Adventures of Tintin: Secret of the Unicorn where they'll be playing Thomson and Thompson (Frost and Pegg, respectively)

Saturday, 23 May 2009


Titled: I-Spy
Taken through a window at a coffee shop in Jakarta.

I took a lot of pictures of this girl, she was calmly sipping coffee and reading through her books. Whoever you are girly: Sorry for all the noise - and if I bothered you with all the picture-taking then I apologize. :D Tee hee!!

Originally posted at my dA, and cross posted at my flickr account.

Yes I do get around. :D

These days I either go for full colour (bright, bright cheerful colours!) or classic-lookin' black and white piccies. Picture-takin' is fun.

Friday, 22 May 2009

For Edna

Who was so bored, she ordered me to write so she'll have something to read. Tut tut tut girly, get off the net and grab a book, wahai Edna.

So.. Lately I've been complicating things which should be simple, and simplifying complicated things that I really should take seriously. Its all part of my grand scheme to confuse and baffle innocent bystanders with my strangeness, but since its kinda back-firing and now I'm not sure which one was supposed to be complicated, and which one was supposed to be simple.

My confusion is reminiscent of several different coloured balls of yarsn which a 3 month old kitten has been playing with - with enthusiasm. Sort of frayed everywhere, and really tangled.

So what have I done to drag myself out of this mess? Did I wisely, and patiently untangle my problems? Separating them so I could deal with them one by one? Did I try to solve anything?


I immersed myself in mangas. Namely Magister Negi Magi and random ones I found in my brother's room. I watched hours upon hours of Scrubs. And then I listened to Belle & Sebastian. I generally faffed about.

Now this doesn't seem wise. It isn't. - Don't follow suit unless your brain works more or less in the same way as mine. -

After generally being a bum for some time, I stod up and dealed with my yarn(s).

No I didn't untangle myself first - I'm an idiot like that, but it works for me. And hey - I think I'm back on track.


Monday, 18 May 2009


I can never pimp this video enough.

It never fails to make me smile, and feel good about myself. Forgetting everything for a couple of minutes to just appreciate a feel-good video that's a brilliant mixture of a fantastic idea and gorgeous execution.

Thursday, 14 May 2009

Piccies of tiny little kiddies..!

Originally posted at my *dA* and my *flickr*

It was a great day. Will write about it when I'm less exhausted.

Wednesday, 13 May 2009

Plans ahoy..!

Dreams are wonderful stuff, aren't they? Gloriously full of hope and optimism and just general warm, happy feelings. I don't mean dreams as in those that occur while you sleep.. But goals in life, love and everything else.

I have lots and lots and lots of dreams. I know some of them can never be achieved - ie. I don't think I'll ever learn enough stealth to allow me to be a ninja. Okay fine, that one is a ridonkullus one, but I like to let my thoughts run rampant in my head. It keeps my life interesting to say the least.

Anyways.. Yes. Dreams.

They do suck a bit though, don't they?

Dreams make you realize that you don't have all the time in the world, and that maybe you wont be able to achieve everything you've ever wanted because those far fetched, high hopes you have for yourself is exactly that - a little far fetched. And you start to wonder if you'll ever be happy if you're forced to deviate from your plans of grandeur and settle for a job you know wont leave you satisfied - but will at least bring in the dosh so you live another day while your soul slowly shrivels up and die. That's a bleak outlook though, ain't it?

Miss Mita, my fabulously awesome bestieboo (who you should totally check out, because I love her to bits and she has mad writing sk1llz) wrote a post about dreams once, located *here*.. About finding balance and such.. She said that:
Dreams are goals, and they should be big, but they shouldn't take over your life. They shouldn't get to your head and change you when you get your first taste of its success. They should be your engine, your trophy. Not your drug of choice.
Balance is hard, huh?

The future is so uncertain right now that I'm feeling a little bit.. strange.

When I was 11, I had my life planned out in a fabulous dream sequence involving sunburn.. or dust. I was going to take a history major and be a historian slash archeologist - and no, I don't think I ever saw Indiana Jones at this point. I would work at the museum and document.. things. I had a vague idea that there would be documents to deal with at museums and I thought wearing gloves while holding them would be nothing short of amazing.

When I was 15, I changed my mind. I was either going to major in Biology and teach. I dreamt about getting into English Lit. and wow the world with my amazing literary skills. There was also that one time I thought getting into Design would be cool, before my skills at actually designing anything was revealed to be craptastic.

Point is, I always had elaborate dreams of my future, and I had the confidence I would carry them all out.

Right now I'm just keeping my fingers crossed I can graduate this year, which as far as plans go - isn't actually all that ambitious.

Whine. Whine. Whine.

No, I'm not actually whinning as much as voicing my fears. I know I'm not the first, and that I shant be the last.. And I know millions are probably going through the same things.

I used to think that people who were unsure and uncertain were wimps. That the world was too full of possibilities to hesitate, and that diving in to immerse yourself in life would be easy. Man, I was such a cocky little sha*te. I would have decked myself given the chance to meet my 9 year old self.

When did my dreams become plans? And when did those plans start looking so much harder to carry out?

I can't wait for the day I look back on this blog entry and scoff. And laugh. And grin knowingly. And say: "Kid, you ain't got nothing to worry about."

And maybe that's enough of a dream to keep me going for now. That one day, everything will be fine. Maybe the key to balance is to keep your 'dreams' as general as possible.

(But I'm still stubbornly holding out for a Japanese man dressed in tattered black rags and a straw cone-shapped hat, to come my way and whisper in a thick accent: "You be good ninja. I teach. Yes? I see you good ninja aura")

Thursday, 7 May 2009


I'm not a big Twitter fan, mostly because I have a tendency to ramble on, and cutting my thoughts up into tiny pieces will probably end up making everything seem like gobbledygook (to you and to me), and will most probably make me look even stupider than I already seem.

Having said that, I found people I'm quite fond of on twitter.. Which tempted me into making an account.. *pimps twitter(rers..?)* :

Neil Gaiman : TWEET, site
Mark Watson : TWEET, site
Stephen Fry : TWEET
Rove McManus : TWEET, site

But I was slightly flabbergasted. Just exactly what was going on..? On the whole, I enjoyed personal tid-bits and witticisms of random people I've come to like watching (oh dear lord, that sounds so wrong..), but then there are the @blablabla's, which I presume are replies to people who have responded to twits (tweets..? the terminology escapes me). And I felt like a weird stalker person who have hacked into someone's computer and have been reading their chat logs.

Apparently twitter is addictive -Well, I have to say as a reader (follower..?) I'm not convinced.

Its a strange feeling reading something like:
@rosamundcotton Thank you! I will keep at it until they do.
@sherbetjax Thank you. It really is a delicious cider. Nothing but pears.

@Hayleylulah Thanks! It means a lot. I am writing another one (yet another one) so we'll see...
(from Mark Watson's twitter)

I have no idea what the first one reffers to, the second one is (I'm guessing) something to do with Mark's new adverts for a pear cider.. And the third one is most probably about his book. I've only just figured out you can direct your twits (tweets..?) to someone and you can read the original text they've replied to and such but its still confusing as hell to me, and I'm not sure I'm all that interested in reading their chats with random people.

(I adore Mark Watson by the way, and all the people whose twitter accounts I've mentioned.. I'm in no way attacking them.)

Its just a very strange phenomenon I'm fascinated with and I'm trying to understand.

Tuesday, 5 May 2009

Geting out of a funk

"... and you're sat there so self involved, kinda going 'fuck, fuck, fuck'. And you need someone to come along and slap you in the face and go 'Oi. You're being a dick. Stop being a dick, you dick.' - 'Cause at times your brain can be powerfully eloquent."
- Russell Howard Live DVD, 2008

Not only did I laugh my arse off, I also felt infinitely better.

Monday, 4 May 2009


And all I want to do is scream, and scream, and scream.
Over and over till there’s nothing left of my voice but a pathetic croak to signify that it’s all over.
That there’s nothing left.
And then maybe everything will be okay.

M0aRz P1ktuR3z

Originally posted at my dA, here

My dearest cousin's face after she rolled down a grassy slope. You're never too old to roll down a slope and make yourself so dizzy you can't walk for five minutes. Of course its usually not a matter of whether you feel you're too old or not, but more a question of time.

Saturday, 2 May 2009

Picture postage!

Originally posted at my dA, here

Originally posted at my dA, here

My Granpapa, a distinguished gentleman of old who never fails to amaze me with the awesomeness which permeates him from the tippy tip of his wispy white hair, to the end of his toes. Dashing, ain't he? Love him to bits.

Occasion? AURI anniversary (Indonesian Air Force).