Rabu, 09 Januari 2013

There's a Shanghai Noon screencap,you know, that Owen Wilson and Jackie Chan movie, about cowboy and a lost Chinese imperial guard, ah, just google it

I was angry because someone was looking down at me for being an art student, like:

G: Si xxxx mana ya?
X: Sibuk, Ges, dia sekarang kan (suatu jurusan IPA), Ges, tugasnya banyak..
G: Lah, tugas gue juga banyak...
X: Tapi kan beda, Ges, dia, mesti bikin ini.... bikin itu..
G: Lah, gue juga bikin ini bikin itu (coba lo ngerjain tugas gue, dalam hati)
X: Tapi kan kalo (suatu jurusan IPA) susah, blablablablabla(yang intinya, secara implsit bilang jurusan gue, seni rupa, itu ecek-ecek, gampang)...
G: *tired* *ngalihin topik*

There are too who were like thinking they are doing more serious works by taking engineering, politics, law, accounting and stuffs.  I felt insulted and pissed, until someday, I was in metro mini and looking at tukang parkir across the road. He made me realise that pekerjaan atau studi seseorang is actually the way they see life.  Me, as an art student, ngelihat hidup gak bisa lepas dari seni.  Anak-anak teknik, komunikasi, ilmu komputer dll will say the same with their majors.  Even orang yang ngambil pekerjaan/jurusan yang gak mereka suka have their way, that they get angry and see life as a cruel and unfair thing. Tukang parkir see the world as a bunch of vehicles to be arranged and located in a sufficient space, because, jeeez, imagine our city without a proper parking lot.  In other view, it does look arrogant, antropocentric, like a "mine is better than yours" "you do nothing without me" game.

That's why every jurusan always like "nanti ini bisa ke mana-mana", because you know, with that way of seeing life, they can always see the opportunity or place for the job in every thing.  Pabrik kancing baju will always said they're needed, because, well, not all people are nudist, have a sweet hairchest or fantastic boobs.  Abang-abang yang jual gelembung sabun di Kota Tua will say we would need his product, in our nephew's birthday, a property for stage performance, or just for having fun around.

 uno mas?

And then, that state of mind formed because the study or the job is how you dedicate yourself or taking part to this world, it is what we do most of the time.



I hate that this post sounds menggurui, like, girl, I am still on my puberty, I haven't even hit twenty, but it just that I hope people surround me have a better understanding, whatever this post apparently looks to you, so just stop ditch stuffs,  But then again, it's actually a selfish & immature request, so again, it's just about me, need to have a better understanding of this world.

Rabu, 02 Januari 2013

The True Crying Song


This song speaks for me.
More than his While My Guitar Gently Weeps-This Guitar Can't Keep From Crying-and Taylor Swift's Teardrops on My Guitar fused as one






yas bitchesss

I wanna have those poses

Cool people have that "J" pose





John Boyd Dunlop


Jean Paul Sartre
Oscar Wilde

Patrick-fucking-Stewart, the narrator of my daily life 
<patrickstewart'svoice> "As you can see, Gesya is now performing her usual  "yawn and sleep again" morning ritual" </patrickstewart's voice>



WOW, what a groundbreaking conspiracy!!!! What are those people trying to say??? Are they Jilluminati??? Forget about seeking triangles and eyes in American and way too good stuff, "J" is everywhere!!! In cool and awesome people??

What does "J" stand for?? Jesus? Judas? Jamaican, that the reggae cults are campaigning themselves??? or J-Lo??? Or my gay bestfriendforever, Jody aka Jojo???!?!??!?

Even he poses with the "J"!!!!

Beware of the "J"!!!!! It's in your mouse, phone, your curve, Oh, God, it's everywhere!!!!











This is actually my critic to those illuminati conspiracy theorists who like to connect stupid things and make a book or site out of it.  Such a creative way to get money though, but dont call yourself an intellectual


 





The Picker

I watched The Picker on History channel, I saw old Norman Rockwell's cover for the Post being sold with high price, how some fancy cafe using old advertisement for decoration, and then I realized, why dont I keep all of these random ads and cartoon in Kompas, my train tickets, my Kapal Api and Tora Bika's sachets, so someone in bajillion years later could make money with all of these junks. This thought is strengthen when a blonde old woman easily saying "Oh, It's a piece of art!!!!!!!!!" at a vintage mill stone.  Then my Nokia's charger would be a piece of art few decades later.


So it's possible, 2198 version of Mike Wolfe would be running his finger through my...... uhmuhmhuhmuhmuhm *dirty thoughts*

o mike, pick me, i was made in 1994, people see me as crap, but am a true rare and extinct being, i've googled my name, no one has the same name, and i was made in Sumatra, an exotic island, think about it


The Atmosphere on January 1st, 2013 is like my mom





I am not a "Save Earth or I'll rip your dick" hippie kinda girl, so I am just gonna point out how the mother earth is like my mom.  When I was 5 or 6, I was mad at my mom, I squeezed a picture of her, etc and it was all because I was jealous that she gave more of her time to my newborn little sister, you know, typical older sister.  But then you know what happened, on my birthday, she and my dad gave me a compilation album of the most popular telenovela's songs, like Rosalinda, Marimar, Cinta Paulina, etc. I was so happy, you have no idea.

you have no idea

And the atmosphere, okay, you threw all of those bang bang bum bum stuffs in the air all night and all over the place, yet now the mother earth is still blessing our soul and sanity and sleep and quality time with twitter, that you are now still reading this.