Wednesday, 29 August 2012

Era of Mustache and Beard

There are a group of guys in mensa that got my attention today.
Nothing about their looks, but their mustaches.
I guess there were three people.
All the guys have the mustache that look like this.

Those guys look really funny

Talking about mustache.
Not all guys look good in their mustaches.
But beard usually makes them look more mature and manly

So beard,
It gives different sensation
When it is pressed against
A woman's upper part of her lips
Or her cheek

Your moustache petite 
Your barbe douce 

That what makes
Est c'est vrai?

My favourite beard/mustache of all time is goat-t
Something like Ryan Gosling's
Something like this.

This mustache is totally mind-blowing

I drew the hair curly
This kind of goat-t looks even better for guy with curly or wavy hair
It just gives them more character
But the thickness of the hair has to be reasonable

If it's too hairy
It makes guys look messy,
Not classy.

So, here is what I think.
Figure it out yourself
What the cross means
and the question mark means... 

Dear guys,
You might not have thought about this
But we
Look at you
The same way you look at us
From head to toe.

So, starting to grow beard?

2:01 pm

Monday, 27 August 2012

Writing for Life

What I wrote in my Chloé doodling book, exactly four days before I turned 20. And I've done it so far and will be doing it - I did not want to disappoint myself in another 20 years.

If you’re dating a writer and they don’t write about you — whether it’s good or bad — then they don’t love you. They just don’t. Writers fall in love with the people we find inspiring.
━ Jamie Anne Royce

Sunday, 26 August 2012

Darling, Darling, Where art thou?

Taken from so called now Willis Tower (Sky Deck) on a sunny winter day, December 2011
Maybe, my love is in one of those buildings.Or somewhere in Jakarta? NYC? DC? Paris? Aha.

I spent a lot of time thinking "who am I going to end up marrying?". I always think that married is a beautiful thing. The only you can do only once in life (you can't get married "again", you get married "once").

Or not even marrying, maybe the guy I will spend the most of my love life with. I don't know when this notion took over my mind, but I think somewhere around high school. Junior high was bitter sweet. Knowing the guy that I liked also liked me too (but it was too late), or liking my senior who had to transfer abroad, having a non-boyfriend texting-relationships with many of my guy friends -- and boom, was technically with this guy, who is full of himself and used me for his own popularity. That was it.

High school was another different story. I went to a girl school (the best school in Indonesia, needless to say) and obviously no boys, no boys. And, that is the time when I started crushing a lot. I like liking guys. Thinking about relationship is not primal. I always thought "Was the point of having a relationship if at the end couples break up? People's feelings get hurt? And being friends is not an option -- basically junior high was"  So, the feeling of having a crush on someone for me was enough. I think, that mental has been there for the last 3 years, also when I was in Italy.

Crushing has grown into uncontrollable infatuation. 
Especially in a new environment fulfilled with all the sharp-noses, tall-bones, exotic-words men from all over the world. That's when I have my first official international crush. Yep. But, I don't like this guy for too long, but he is listed as my first "international" crush. Well, I've crushed into mixed-Indonesian guys - but it was like whatever.

My bestfriends from high school nick-named me as "the girl with thousand crushes from all over the world". Basically our Blackberry group chatting (when it came to me who spoke) was all bout this hottie, that curly, that tally -- now I feel funnily-grossed-out, when I think how I really was one of those "Toutes les filles sont folles". Yes, I am/was that crazy girl.

Back again to infatuation. The feeling of infatuation is like falling in love. Well, maybe you should not trust me, because I don't think I've ever been in love. No, I think I did once. It was mutual. I remember how excited I was Skyping with him and thought about him all day long. La la la. I could make a song about it.  And I was too young at that time, the idea of a serious relationship was like ," Dang, can I still travel the 'world;?". Regardless, long distance relationship, suck my gut.

Ok, the different between falling in love and infatuation is the mutual-ness of both parties involved.   For infatuation, the person does not even know that you like him that much and he certainly likely might not have the same feeling for you. My first infatuation was a guy from a grizzly-bear country.If you dig into my old posts you'll find the detailed story about this guy. He is my first official deeper and bigger crush aka infatuation.

For now, perception and experiences have changed everything. I thought after being infatuated with this deeper-bigger-uber crush, I won't crush into anyone. The truth is I did. Finally, new nationalities (well, I actually liked many guys but those are not crushes, but more like random-picks).

College, I have two medium-sized to big-sized crushes. Same kind again: tall, smart, well-yeah-pretty-good-looking,curly-ish hair. Same feelings again: stupidity, butterflies, anxiety. Over and over again.

This summer. Wow, it's another different story.

The moral of my post is enjoy every feeling you have for anyone you met, you encountered, you know. Don't be afraid to admit if you are liking someone, crushing on someone, feeling infatuated with someone - or even feel like, "I think I am in love." Because people's feelings change. What you feel for someone yesterday wont be the same for today or tomorrow.

Come back to the pictures I put above and the idea of the whole post, thanks to Michael Buble song "Haven't Met You Yet". The song fits for anyone 20s -- I will turn 21 this year! I also tumbled across a picture from Tumblr "I wonder if I've met the person I'm going to end up marrying", my answer for now is maybe, it's not a big deal, at all!  Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be. Live at the moment,  I just havent met you yet, baby.

Tuesday, 21 August 2012


Are such a
great source of
to me

don't have to
be mine
with me
all the time

I can feel
your presence
to inspire

yo are here
with me

You are not.

You are a great inspiration
for me.

That's more than enough

p.s: I am not in love with you but can't hold against you. 

Saturday, 18 August 2012


by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zero

Alabama Arkansas I do Love my Ma and Pa
Not the way that I do Love you

Holy Moly Me oh My your the apple of my eye
Girl I've never loved one like you

Man o Man your my best friend I scream it to the nothingness
there ain't nothing that I need

Hot and Heavy pumpkin pie
Chocolate candy Jesus Christ
Ain't nothing please me more than you

Home, Let me come Home
Home is Whenever I'm with you
Home, yes I am Home
Home is wherever I'm with you

Lalalala Take me Home
Mama I'm Coming Home

I follow you into the park, through the jungle through the dark
Girl I've never loved one like you

Moats and boats and Waterfalls, Alleyways and payphone calls
I been everywhere with you (that's true)

Laugh until we think we'll die, barefoot on a summer night
never could be sweeter than with you

And in the streets you run afree,
Like it's only you and me,
Geeze, you're something to see.

Lalalala take me home
Mama I'm Coming Home

‒ Jade?
‒ Alexander?
‒ Do you remember that day you fell outta my window?
‒ I sure do ‒ you came jumping right out after me.
‒ Well, you fell on the concrete, nearly broke you ass, you were bleeding all over the place, I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that?
‒ Yes, I do.
‒ Well there's something I never told you about that night
‒ What didn't you tell me?
‒ Well, while you were sitting in the back seat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last, I was falling deep, deep in love with you, and I never told you till just now!

Home, let me come home, home is wherever I'm with you
Home, yes I am Home home is whenever I'm with you!

Alabama Arkansas I do love my Ma and Pa
Yes Home, yes ward! home is whenever I'm with you!
Home is whenever I'm with you

Home is wherever I am with a lot of Indonesians!

Friday, 17 August 2012

Tu es Beau

by Yelle
Veux tu vraiment une reponse
je ne sais pas sur quel ton
je dois te dire que t'es choux
mais pas mon style de garcon
et pourtant mince je savais
que quand tu m'as accoste
je n'allais pas satisfaire
ton envie de me baiser

tu es beau mais qu'est ce que t'es laid
ton sourire faux se lit sur tes levres
je vois bien que tu es mal a l'aise
tu n'es pas sur de ta position mal assis sur ta chaise

a tour de role tu tentes chaque technique
l'humour, l'autoderision, comme c'est mignon
tu n'ai pas convaincu mais tu veux tellement ma plastique
je ne sais pas quoi te dire sinon que tu n'es pas fantastique

tu es beau mais qu'est ce que t'es laid
ton sourire faux se lit sur tes levres
je vois bien que tu es mal a l'aise
tu n'es pas sur de ta position mal assis sur ta chaise

Tu m'offres un verre, , j'apprécie ton geste je 
Commence a m'y faire et j'avoue je reste ce n'est 
Pas que je m'ennuie mais mes amis sont partis je 
N'ai pas envie de dormir alors je reste ici

Tu prends confiance en toi, c'est beau j'aime ça
Je commence enfin à voir qui est là devant moi
Ton visage se détend et tes épaules se relâchent
Je sens que ton corps est prêt à faire face
A mon corps

Tu es beau mais qu'est ce que t'es laid
Ton sourire faux se lit sur tes lèvres
Je vois bien que tu es mal a l'aise
Tu n'es pas sur de ta position mal assis sur ta chaise

Tu es beau mais je n'suis pas celle qu'il te faut
Mais je ne dis pas non à un show
Dans ton salon
Je saurais quoi faire de toi
Et c'est ce que je veux au fond

p.s:  Bien sûr, je t'adore, mais je ne veux pas lei toucher. Si t'attendez pour moi, je vais attendre pour toi
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