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the end has begun. once again.
the conclusion of a circle (which, essentially has no tail).
closing up while actually making born of some(other)thing.
(can we really call it the end, then?)
anyway they say it is the time to reflect. isn’t it?
since contemplating is not my cup of tea,
let’s just skim through my note/sketch-book
which i have filled out during two thousand and eleven
(will post it gradually, and not in sequential order)
| 2 0 1 1 . pen . orient
ever again
got caught up in life, carried away by time
slowly drinking from my cup not quite sure where i’ll end up
only know for sure that
|Kota Tua Jakarta. one humid summer.11
long black haired ghost
dark forest
sliding windows
shadow
strangers
eerie mansion
ex-prospective client
weird conversation
creepy living room
natalia’s desk
faceless account executive
intern
watch
{what I could remember from the images that appear in my dreams these couple of nights that got me woken up so tired despite my long hours of sleeps}
|jakarta.11.07.27. i miss dreamless sleep
it is either excessively decorated as those girls in the red-light or regretfully dull you wouldn’t even notice. never has the simple yet stunning ever been achieved.
turned out i don’t have what it takes, to hit the nail right on the head.
pake poni?
ojo! nggilani. [reaksi adek tersayangku yang stylish]
akhir taun lalu:
gimana kalo rambutku aku ratakan kayak gadis-gadis di iklan shampoo itu?
jangaaaaaaaaaaaaan sampeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!! kampung!!! [reaksi teman/pekerja kreatif pembuat kopi]
beberapa bulan kemudian
gimana kalo rambut saya dikeriting saja? biar ga perlu nyisir tp ga lepek.
tidaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!!!!!!! [reaksi teman/pekerja kreatif lain mantan gruphed saya]
hiks….
what to do, when everyday is a bad hair day?
bahkan trik konde sumpit pun sudah ga mempan
ah mau beli apa pak
hanya ada kantuk dan sisa hujan
/11.05.18/kantuk di kantor kecil di tanah abang
/titik hujan diambil bulan november 2010 di plaza indonesia
you’ve got a problem with acne he ask
you mean i have acne problem?
hell yeah i do especially when i rise and shine with the moon.
got a problem with lips too… and teeth, tongue, pores.
also eyes, head, heart, nails, ankle, oh and you! maybe with you too.
just like the rest of the world or half the species of the earth.
always got a problem with something. or all things. or imaginathings.
blame in on luna. or maybe try to fit on her shoes.
fly to your metaphorical moon and look at your self.
maybe your trouble would seem so far away just like lennon said.
i say everything looks smoother from the bumpy surface of the moon.
but i don’t want to sit on your lap just yet luna… i need to see your face.
i’m waiting for your blue face. for i believe
something crazy is bound to happen once in a blue moon
|11.05.16/from acne to the moon pic from: www.photoastronomique.net/geant/0505-0604_12full_moon.jpg
fufufufu… wasn’t feeling well on weekend so i stayed home.
the plan to rest and read to my heart’s content were merely plan,
for the white Singer on the table determined not to be ignored.
my current note/sketch book was almost full,
so i decided to make a reversible cover for a A5 sketchbook i just bought
and a notebook i bought at Loft a couple of years back
thus began the most time-consuming part: measuring.
actually i spent as much time match-making the fabric :P
(part of the reason is because the fabric isn’t mine ,
but the collection of melani olivia)
/notebook on top of sketchbook with their new jacket
here’s the side A and inside
/side A
/side B
/flower in ma pocket: side A, back and front
