just when i thought i was over it

they say torajans share the same ancestors as bataks.

really. why must you. oh, well.

note to self (17)

regardless this big urge to tell you what i had for lunch last sunday and how every bite reminds me of you, especially of how i really love the way you grind chillies and how big your appetite is with that much chillies. two more things of why i have not really walked away from my own delusional image of us. and the fact that when i see or remember you, i remember how exciting falling for something was, as well as i remember how at the same time it was also depressing. and to have it reciprocated is as -if not even more- exciting and depressing.

some things are better kept to yourself.

by the way's (6)

although i rarely admit it, my job is rather interesting and fascinating. it takes me to places i never thought they exist or i never thought i could visit. it got me meeting lots of interesting people. and summer (and winter) flings. at times it gives me mixed feelings. i guess i'm one of the lucky few.

i know that shits lurking probably at every corner every other day of the week. but, hey, what's life without shits and craps? :)

the eames era: a furnicraving

because it's a herman miller's chair. but this one is even vintage. sure it has bruises here and there. bla. bla. bla.

hmmm. herman miller. is that the guy from the munsters' family. nah. that's herman munster.

what! don't tell me you don't know herman miller!

well. maybe you could guess from the clueless-ness of my face.

anyway. he is famous. and it's a dream chair. bla. bla. bla.

okay. just nod and smile as if you agree and in awe.

 

as you could guess. i googled after that. and would gladly inform any of you. that herman miller is a office furniture manufacturer. and is well known for his eames lounge chair. guess that should be the chair in the above conversation.

in that case, i was glad that i don't even want to know how much, where or even how he got it. and yes, even though i cannot afford it. i want it too. the herman miller's eames lounge chair. the one of black leather with the plywood shells.

it looks something like this:

the rodent side of me

oh, sir. please don't ever say that again in front of me. you and i are different.

respectively the order should be cheese, ice cream than chocolate.

don't you dare say that wall's magnum is better than gruyere. ever.

nothing is better than gruyere. well except maybe for emmental.

roots

you root for persipura,
and for me, obviously.

it was an article on liverpool.
but you said 'go, barca!'

i root for guardiola, actually.
but that should do. :)

now is not us

it just so happen,
that in times like these
i remember that cold afternoon
when i sat at the wooden gate
watching the giant mother pig
herding its piglets
by myself;
you'd come to sit beside me
with not a single word said.

i would wonder
; is there an alternate universe,
where you are free
to wrap your arms around me,
offer me your jacket
and i'm happy to respond
with resting my head on your shoulder?

but this is now;
now is real,
and real is not us.