If this was some sort of financial thing, like an economic tragedy or a boom or a bust, or like when a corruptor's wife has cancer or something, so he donates, like, a million dollars to have a hospital wing built for other less fortunate corruptors' wives with cancer, then I'd have to be honest and say that's pretty boring and I don't feel like remembering it. If that's the case, then we should not bore ourselves and just have one guy remember it. Like that dork right there with no life. No, that other dork. Yeah, that one. You hear that, buddy? If it's something boring, we're just going to have you remember it, and then you can pass it on to your stupid boring kids, OK? I mean, assuming you ever get laid.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Some Neighbor’s Letter My Family and I Have Found Slipped Over the Door and I Just Knew It Refers to Me
“Potong bebek angsa” is a very well arranged song. It will be nice to hear the song not in the middle of the night at its proper tones. Would you please to stop her yelling overnight?---The Halitosis
note: the original letter written in Indonesian without the Halitosis. "Potong Bebek Angsa" means Slay the Duck and Goose (do not forwn please). (Potong Bebek Angsa lagu yang sangat bagus. Lebih bagus kalau dinyanyiin dengan nada yang tepat dan bukan tengah malam. Bisa nggak bilang sama dia jangan teriak-teriak sepanjang malam?)
Sweeeeet!!
The BMW Kidsbike 2006 grows with the child: for 2-year-old kids it is a walking bike (good training for the sense of balance and gain some initial experience of setting off, steering and braking), for 6-year-olds pedals can be simply mounted and make of the kids bike a full children’s bicycle with all the riding pleasure...
It is good for my generation. Balance does matter even though our parents-financial-balance shaky. We’ve got pimped!!
Nappy Story The Prequel-turmoils and whys
I never went looking for trouble, but trouble usually found me somehow...
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Fractal Implicit Republic-reflection 75
The idea that UNICEF-ing my generation to save the entire world rather than other way around is enough to make me gag
Hey! I just have to..
I see one beautiful crystal stands lonely in the corner of living room. It filled with bunch of unrealistic flowers, and dusts. It definitely a misuse. I need to drink my daily Morinaga's milk from that abandoned precious... about why, I just have to.
Get Me Bodied!
Baby’s music lacks of flair. They are dull. Lots of pretentious lyrics such as: “three little monkeys jumping on the bed,” “hickory dickory dock,” to “marry had a little lamb.” Who cares three monkeys screwed the bed, even if they’re doing hickory dickory kickory rock on the bed—aint anybody business. Ah yes Marry had a little lamb, and I had my lamb chop dinner. Why they wont let my generation hear our own hand picked music?
As a three years old girl, unconsciously movements are common. It happens since I was three months old. That was “Never Felt Like This Before” by Shaznay Lewis giggled my ears—yes, I’ve never felt like that before—and made my body joggled. They also called “Joged” in Indonesian.
There are three music beats that turn my body moves unconsciously: rap tap tap tap tap rap tap!… and bum bum tap bum bum tap!... and snap snap snap wack wack snap! As heard on Dangdut, Hip Hops and the one at my gymboree classes.
Gettin bodied… gettin bodied… want my body… don’t you want get me bodied? Hey tap hey tap hey clap hey clap hey clap (Beyonce)—this is what I call music!!
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Norms Updating
I had drunk lots of Ibuprofen during my work time to classify our new rules book, World Life Conjugation and Decoy. It’s about our law’s standard deviation. I can’t threat my people based on traditional policies.
There is no way they listen to me though I kill Yoko Ono, since the hippies no longer stay at rehab and they become our most lung cancer patients—they are threatless. Political turmoil is no longer threatening issue to most Indonesian youngsters. Suspends Starbucks permission is more threatening than killing extremes through PKI faux campaigns. Do you think my generation still afraid of the Green Ogre (Buto Ijo-Indonesian)? No way! It is our fave movie, Shrek!
There is no way they listen to me though I kill Yoko Ono, since the hippies no longer stay at rehab and they become our most lung cancer patients—they are threatless. Political turmoil is no longer threatening issue to most Indonesian youngsters. Suspends Starbucks permission is more threatening than killing extremes through PKI faux campaigns. Do you think my generation still afraid of the Green Ogre (Buto Ijo-Indonesian)? No way! It is our fave movie, Shrek!
Gallery: ohon
Title: ohon
Media: mixed (edible watercolor and leaves—they are edible too) on photocopy paper
Dimension: 8.26 x 11.29 inch, unframed
Artist: Sekar
Tag: USD 1,230
Way back to Raden Saleh’s Berburu Singa, Sekar’s ohon is an alter ego. She succeed to manipulate smooth strokes by using real leaves to deliver actual textures, shapes, colors close to God’s artwork. The branches are tricky. They came on mixed mauve and amber, one kind of color that exist on particular trans season (pancaroba). It is still a difficult situation between scholars to place ohon on the right genre. Some might say ohon is expressionism, but she insists naturalism on the subject of imagination--author: Oo nduk
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