memorized ;)

.warmth.

She wanders the streets alone,
Little head bobbing up and down,
Bike pausing now and then,
The warmth of the sun on her back,
The stickiness of ice cream coating her fingers,
Long gone, long consumed,
Nothing could be better,
Nothing could be more perfect,
My little summer girl.

Image and words, mine. Crossposted at my deviantArt

.my silly kite.

Oh what's the use of holding on..!?
For nowt but burns I have earned,
Though I tried with all my might,
My kite has flown quite as sight..!

Pastels and markers, March 2009
Crossposted at my deviantArt

Time floated away

(Bryce Soderberg of Lifehouse, Arthur's Day, Jakarta, Indonesia. 4th Dec 2010. A version with colours more vivid is cross posted on my deviantarts page. Variations of the pic will be published in the January issue of Nylon Guys Indonesia)

His voice is raspy as he sings along to the radio, and hums fill the gaps where he doesn't quite remember the words. It is all she hears, driving 13o km/h down the highway. He turns to her and smiles, all soft and sweet and girly. She wants to tease him, but instead she grins. And for a moment he is blinded.

Tomorrow brings threats not yet delivered. But they have no prior knowledge, and for this one moment in time, their lives are perfect.

And they are in love.

That's Life Coffee

So today I did a quick photo shoot of That's Life Coffee, a cool place owned by kak Arris who's a friend of my brother's. Look up his blog - it made me melt. I wish I could create stuff like that.

ANYWAYS.

I've been hearing about That's Life for a while now. First from my brother (obviously), and from my friends as well, as they seem to regularly hang out there. And for some reason or another, I've not found time yet. Until today.

image: MINE. I took it! Will appear on the November edition of Home and Decor Indonesia, in the Food Notes section.

Oh oh oh. It was perfect. Small and cosy and warm and friendly and just.. lovely. The decor was neat, unpretentious and pretty. I did a long slow exhale the moment I stepped in. A really happy long slow exhale.

I was afraid I wouldn't be able to capture the atmosphere, but I think I did a pretty good job. And a huge part of it is because of Aldy, the designer that works with me on the mag. He did a fantastic job editing! Don't the pictures just look perfect? I have the biggest EVER smile on my face right now.

image: again, MINE. Kthxbai! :)

The food was good, the price affordable. And the coffee - exactly the pick me up I needed. And the cherry on top of it all? I absolutely adore how the pictures have turned out!

Never you

I know it's not you,
it never is.
But still I turn my head,
and sigh..
.. and curse.

Every corner,
at every stop sign,
Everywhere.
I always see..
.. something.

But not you,
never you.

I really should stop looking.

Because everyone reads twitter, and a blog post is too revealing.
.. and because I still miss you. Sometimes.

Jump! Turn! TWIST!

(for some reason I can't post a bigger version of this pic. Graarrgghh..)

I think by the end of my 5 minutes of directing her moves, she was too dizzy to be pissed off at me for telling her to jump and spin around. Ahahaha!

The photo came from the same series of shots I took while I was at Bromo with the family, though I think I prefer the outcome/edit of my previous shot. Although that one looked gloomier.

I should go out and take moar pictchoores.. Oh wit what did you say, conscience? Thesis? What thesis..?? Meh. I should stop distracting myself. Procrastination is evil and should be avoided. Know that I am nodding wisely.

.a significantly sullen Sunday.

A significantly sullen Sunday morning,

Greets my gorgeous grieving girl.

Originally posted at my deviantART

.glare.

the shadow of a hill that saved us,
from the glare of the summer,
its harsh, beating rays,
your hands in mine,
my heart in yours,
forever didn't sound so frightening.

***

I miss being head over heels in love - throwing all caution to the wind just to feel that upside-down, inside-out, burst of emotion that makes everything else pale and fade in comparison. I miss risking taking my guards down and feeling like maybe its safe to keep them down. Blurting out my incoherent thoughts and half baked ideas, just to hear someone respond in positive, an indulgent smile on their face.

To be fair I never had it all - the one ex I treasured turned out to be a bit of a bastard as time passed by.. but you know what.. that's besides the point. For once it isn't about him.

I miss being in love with someone who is far from perfect, but is just right for me.

And maybe its about time I stopped denying it.

.standing.

Rose coloured glasses, blue skies and green grasses,
Ours was a childhood of bright rainbow flashes,
And while I closed my eyes to sleep a while,
You jumped and twirled and flew to distant heights.

I know it seems unfinished, but there ya go.

.colour. (alternately - .a splash of life.)

Here's something to light your day,

Painting brilliance to the drab and the lifeless,
Here's something to celebrate,
The joy of living the technicolour dream.

I apologize to the emo-ness of previous posts. For I am a female - a slave to the PMS :P

.centre stage.

Image originally posted at my dA page

Center stage in muted colours,

Dulled and motionless,

Hopeless and directionless.

Sorry, can't bring myself to be cheerful just yet, I blame it on a bad case of PMS. I'll be okay soon. Fingers crossed!!!