And as the stage
and the world turn, you’re expected
to keep on dancing
Taxi Driver (TD) : You just got back from work, Miss?
Me : Yes. (Honestly, no, I’ve just had an overLong dinner with some friends.)
TD : Working hard is okay, but please take care of your health, Miss. If you’re not healthy, you will not be successful.
Me : *sLaps myseLf*
TD : Are you married, Miss?
Me : No, not yet.
TD : I hope you’ll find the right one for you, Miss, who will appreciate and love you forever.
Me : *trying hard not to cry right there and then*
Dear Mr. Taxi Driver, I pray for your heaLth, and may you get big tips for the rest of the year.
PLease excuse the corny titLe, but I’m stiLL so in Love with this performance I can’t even restrain my corniness..
Now where’s my oLd Pooh stuffie?
I’m going to be honest. In the Last few weeks, I kind of hate my yosakoi group. I Lost hope on it. I even think about quitting, something I thought impossibLe Less than a year ago. It’s because I think nobody cares about it anymore. Even the GeneraL. Even when the GeneraL seems to care again, he made us Learn the choreography of Kyari Pamyu Pamyu’s MV. Yes it’s not a bad thing, but we’re not a freaking cover dance group, for your godLess arse’s sake.
Then yesterday I stumbLed upon a post with a video of aLL Kochi Super Yosakoi 2013 participants dancing to a song by GReeeeN, which I guess specificaLLy made to get everybody dance the dance.
It made me cry. It made me miss dancing with friends and a bunch of sweaty strangers at a packed matsuri. I miss the feeLing. I miss feeLing aLive. I think I’m kind of depressed by this Kyari Pamyu Pamyu shit* and it’s been a whiLe since we did any originaL number.
I’m going to hoLd on untiL May. And Let’s see if I couLd persuade the GeneraL to dance Kono Machi he.
*No disrespect to Kyari Pamyu Pamyu, she’s a good artist and some her works are dope. I just hate the idea of having to dance her dance. I’m thinking of baiLing out of this one.
I’m just going to cut the crap because I want to go straight to the LoveLiest image I’ve seen in the history of my award ceremony red carpet staLking
Oh Lupita you princess. Thank you, Prada.
According to a WHO study, more than a third of aLL women worLdwide wiLL experience physicaL or sexuaL abuse in their Lifetime. SeriousLy, if you’ve never heard of a rape case you must be Living under a rock or on another pLanet where it’s inhabitants are asexuaL or genderLess.
I won’t make a Long, winding, girL-angst post because honestLy, the first reaction I got after watching Oppressed Majority by ELeonore Pourriat was: Suck it, Porky. Because it’s high time those men know what it feeLs Like to be threatened, afraid, oppressed, for aLmost every singLe waking moment of your Life. How society design a day to ‘ceLebrate’ you but it’s just buLLshit anyway.
“Listen to your heart because it’s the only thing that will stay with you until the end.”
View on Path
I know sharing a youtube video of a fuLL, copyright-ed fiLm couLd be a crime, but.. who doesn’t Love a cute cat and a cute guy together in one frame?
But this is more than that.
Cumi Cola – Busway passenger harrased for wearing short shorts and sheer top | Sometimes crimes happen because there are triggers.
Purnomo Arudan – The girl is skanky.
This is disgusting. The trigger cLearLy Lies inside those dirty fiLthy brains inside those buttheads of the maLe humans, but they ALWAYS bLame the women.
Someone needs to stick up a burning iron stick into those men’s ass hoLes to remind them that THEY are the ones who bestowed those ‘sexy’ standards upon women that triggers their own dicks to wiggLe. To put it shortLy, those men needs some hard sLaps reminders to start thinking with their brains, not with their penises.
That if they even have brains at aLL.
It’s that time of the year again when I make a coupLe of picspam posts about red carpet dressing. So, this is onLy the GoLden GLobe and the dresses are awesome.
Kate BLanchet in Armani Prive
.. to be broken hearted.
Wait, I don’t know if broken heart is the right word for my current.. situation.
But the tightening of the chest.
The difficuLty of breathing.
The bLankness of the mind.
The non-stop urge to cry when the mind functioned again.
The need to hug someone just to ease the weight of this.. feeLing.
All I know is this happen because I’m too stupid, because I Let myseLf get in too deep. But it was fun. But then this happen.
Now excuse me, I’m going to grow some mushrooms in my cubicLe.
Is it scary when a 22 years oLd coLLege student bareLy starting her graduation thesis screamed “I want to get married!” whiLe you, a Late mid-20something just started pLanning for another vacation without a sLightest care on how you’d give your parents some grandchiLdren when it’s pLainLy obvious that they’re aLready wanting some?
Happy new year.
So Last Wednesday me and a high schooL bestie went on a LittLe mid-week escape to Pari IsLand, just 40 minutes off Jakarta by speedboat.
Everything was perfect. Aside from a 10-minutes drizzLe, the weather was so kind to us. The beach was aLmost deserted. The water was gentLe, perfect for just pLaying around, seasheLL hunting, and Learning how to fLoat. The food – just simpLe instant noodLes from a simpLe shack staLL – tasted divine. The speedboat rides were caLm.
But. The 3 hours journey home from the marina to home was far more taxing than the 5 hours spent in the water. Oh city Life.
So yesterday I went to see One OK Rock’s concert in Jakarta.
Before I go further, I have to make a confession. I’ve known One OK Rock since around 2011, but had onLy started to reaLLy Listen to them since.. weLL, The Beginning (it’s an awesome song, OK?). I don’t even have any physicaL form of their aLbums, just downLoaded the Last three iLLegaLLy (oops). In fact, buying a ticket for their concert was aLmost a gambLe, because I don’t know anyone who reaLLy Like OOR enough to go see them with me — LuckiLy I found out a workmate is obsessed about them, so off I went.
And damn I’m gLad I bought that ticket. I haven’t feLt that high since Linkin Park’s concert in 2011 (not to discredit Jason Mraz’s concert in 2012, but Jason’s show was entireLy a different thing. His was Like a journey to reach a spirituaL zen nirvana, whiLe LP and OOR’s were Like a body-numbing physicaL orgasm). The difference is, Linkin Park and I have been together since I was in middLe schooL, and we’ve been through a Lot together. WhiLe One OK Rock is..– to crudeLy transLate a phrase in Indonesian– just a yesterday’s kid. But for a yesterday’s kid to made me reached that LeveL of pure high satisfaction, that means they are indeed very good.
And now I’m dweLLing in a state of fataL post-concert depression — even MORE fataL than the one I had after LP, and I’m kinda refusing to move on.
Is this normaL? I’ve been asking this question because it seems highLy unnaturaL for a mid-20s Like me to become so obsessive over a rock band. Yesterday, everyone around me were coLLege students and high schooLers. It’s normaL for them to be hyper, to bang their heads with abandon, to sing aLong and scream their favorite member’s name (TOMOYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA) on the top of their Lungs. I guess their energy must have rubbed off into oLd-me, because Last night I was stiLL giggLing hystericaLLy at midnight, chatting with the workmate on the phone. Those who foLLowed me on Twitter and Path must know that I’m stiLL haLf-dreaming. I feLt 21 again. Is that normaL?
(WhiLe yesterday at 9 pm -whiLe I was getting high- a high schooL friend gave birth to her first chiLd. Now that seems Like a normaL thing to do for a femaLe my age.)
But what the heLL. It feeLs so good to be young.
So, in my Last birthday my mother made a not-subtLe-at-aLL hint that it’s about damn time I find a man, find a cLeric and and a stateman, and make it officiaL to make babies. The probLem is, currentLy I am not interested in any man near me. The onLy ones who couLd get me excited are either too far out of reach or simpLy fictionaL.
Like Diego Bunuel.
After watching a few episodes of Don’t TeLL My Mother, Natasha BeddingfieLd’s I Wanna Have Your Babies aLways ring in my head every time I see this man. He’s muLtiLinguaL, so at Least he couLd teach the kids French and Spanish. He’s adventurous, obviousLy, so I guess he wouLd have tons of fantastic bed time stories to teLL the kids (Like “Have I ever toLd you about CoLombia/Iran/Congo/Lebanon/Pakistan/Russia?”).
And then, enter Tom HiddLeston.
WeLL, the first time I saw him he was a super villainous, mischievous demigod with some daddy issues, but I think he couLd just be the most adorabLe charming man on the pLanet. He has THAT smiLe and THAT incredibLe Laugh. He’s got kiLLer dance moves he couLd teach the kids to keep them active and in shape. Many peopLe said he is one of the nicest, kindest man they have ever met. And I aLways have this crazy imagination he wouLd read Lots of Shakespeare for the kids in bed.
But, the one thing that finaLLy, finaLLy set my ovary on fire is this:
And here’s RaLeigh Becket.
Yes, yes, I know he’s not a reaL person. Now excuse me whiLe I ogLe Hunnam’s abs for a minute. Or two.
Hunnam’s abs aside, I seriousLy think RaLeigh Becket wouLd make a fantastic father. He’s kind. He has a big heart. He wouLd support the kids to be their best. He couLd teach the daughter(s) a thing or two about seLf defense. He couLd teLL the son(s) the vaLue of buiLding something. He wouLd be the famiLy’s Loudest cheerLeader.
So there they are. Do you think my mother wouLd approve? :p
OfficiaLLy the worst brithday day ever since middLe schooL. Just saying.