to sum up..

.....fireworks gazing

.....absurd bands

....cork screw hunting

dan...

....rendang melankolis (or rather... rendang temperamental?)

I can't help it

when i look at her

i am reminded

that

i

am

unreal

and

we are

surreal

but

what is

real

?

A day just like any other day

no sangria in a park
nor feeding animals in a zoo

but i am a fat ass and your belly is bulliable
and we ride along our bycicles until we lose our breaths
upon all of our morbid sense of humors
we fell in love with the cobra guy with piercings on his brows

i got you an edible action figure of yourself
colorful fabric paints you got me to color my shoes
fingers twirling under thousands of movie screens
and silence, just countless of silence under the spell of our books

that night when i'm in a joplin confession
you were thinking of the biggest chunk of pork in town
glowing aurora in a night sky on the corner of my eye
and you said that all the star patterns are making sense

oh it's such a perfect day
i'm glad i spent it with you
just a perfect day
you just keep me hangin on
you just keep me hangin on

*picture was taken from http://smilinglotus.com/pedro/images/art-MonsterCouple.jpg
song by lou reed - perfect day

Perfect Day - Lou Reed

(happy anniversary warporcus!)

Colorful! He said.

Earlier today, I asked him... "What is the first adjective that comes to your mind when you think of me?"

"Colorful. Even when you're wearing all black." He said.

And all of a sudden I got Rolling Stone's song in my head.
"She comes in colors ev'rywhere;
She combs her hair
She's like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors..."

Except that i DONT comb my hair. hahaha...

What is the first adjective comes to your mind when you think of me? :p

One Year Death of Aqsa Parvez - A victim of honor killing

Actually, Aqsa's death was on 10th December, 2007. So this article I posted was late by a week. But the issue never cease to persist. A story of defiance, and oppressions. A young girl, killed by her father and brother for refusing to conform to the religious values her family upholds for life.

Aqsa, then a 16 years old girl of Pakistani origin living in Ontario, Canada, was killed after she refused to wear a hijab and declared her desire to define her own identity (that included wearing clothes she chose, which apparently angered her pious family). A cheerful person who had a passion for music and dance, Aqsa was deeply loved by her friends (even up to this day they never forget to put flowers on her un-named tombstone, i'll get into that later. And set up a foundation to help oppressed teenagers). After her death, many of her friends claimed that during her live, she refused to wear the veil and would often change her clothing once she got to school, then change them back before going home.

A newsbreak by CBC reporyting Aqsa's killing a year ago:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SpV_cJ5E0wQ&feature=related

ABOVE: Picture of Aqsa's Gravesite
BELOW: Aqsa Parvez, 16 years old.

I told you I'll get back to the story of her tombstone. After that one year, the only thing remains from Aqsa, is just a number '774' crafted by the cemetery employee in the Meadowvale Cemetery, Brampton. No name, no birth date, no date of death. No nothing.

Tarek Fatah, founder of Muslim Canadian Congress and author of Chasing a Mirage who admitted that he was disgusted by the killing said "A victim of an honour killing is always left in an unmarked grave. Imagine caring more about your faith than your child? When this happens, it shows they don't give a damn about her and the fact a family has chosen to not put the name on a grave proves the point that they are embarrassed and gives an insight into honour killings."

Other said that the grave has no headstone because neither the family nor the community wanted one for her. Aqsa's family adopted a Wahabi belief, which are said to be against headstones. They claim it is worshipping the dead, which was forbidden by the religion.

Whatever the reason is, Aqsa's resting place is kept anonymous by her family, probably also as a symbol stressed by her sanctimonious community to deny her short-lived existence of non-conformity. The whole concept has became too familiar for me here, in our country... where the religious authority begun imposing values and tries to hush the non-conformists with violence, even with legal law...

Our UU-Anti Pornografi has been legitimized, it's now legal in our country to punish and criminalize woman who defy that pseudo-concept of virtuous clothing. I'm now counting the days where there will be more cases like Aqsa's here happening in our country. It may happen in ten years, it may happen in five years, or as short as tomorrow (remember, after the fall of Shah it only took Iran two years to become a nation full of religious fascists and their sick religious implementations), for all I know, it WILL happen. If we don't do anything about it. Are we going to defy?

Take me to the barbershop again!

I dont understand why boys dislike waiting for their girlfriend in hair salon so much.
Really, I dont. Isn't there so much to see while you guys are waiting?
I mean, today is the first time he asked me to accompany him to a barber shop and I realize that any other time he would pop the same question, I would most definitely answer with "hell yeah baby, count me in!".

I had fun! What not to like? Looking at boys being pampered and groomed... had their short frowzled hair being trimmed cautiously... got their barber chair tilted backward while the barber carefully smearing the creamy looking shaving cream on their cheeks and chins... seeing them closing their eyes as the sharp knife slowly move up and down on their skins...

What not to like? :p When I finally walked outside the barber shop I feel like I had just been bathed with pheromones.

Hahahah. I'm sick, I know.

Take me to the barbershop again!

I dont understand why boys dislike waiting for their girlfriend in hair salon so much.
Really, I dont. Isn't there so much to see while you guys are waiting?
I mean, today is the first time he asked me to accompany him to a barber shop and I realize that any other time he would pop the same question, I would most definitely answer with "hell yeah baby, count me in!".

I had fun! What not to like? Looking at boys being pampered and groomed... had their short frowzled hair being trimmed cautiously... got their barber chair tilted backward while the barber carefully smearing the creamy looking shaving cream on their cheeks and chins... seeing them closing their eyes as the sharp knife slowly move up and down on their skins...

What not to like? :p When I finally walked outside the barber shop I feel like I had just been bathed with pheromones.

Hahahah. I'm sick, I know.

a trip to the gynecologist

Have you ever paid a gynecologist a visit? Oh, you are not blessed with womb and vagina? Very well, that's understandable. But when you are among the blessed ones, and you happen to be twenty something, going to a gynecologist should be something that you do at least once in a year. It's not just a matter if you are sexually active, the ovarian cancer, or often called the silent lady killer, could happen to anyone. The youngest case of ovarian cancer was a girl of 8 years old, scientists now are encouraging more and more routine gynecologist visit to young girls, in order to be able to detect and combat early sign of cancer.
So I really dont see anything wrong with going to gynecologist. Hell, it's my frickin vagina, and I have a full right to maintain it and to gain any information I want regarding my reproduction organ. But of course that positively happy view doesnt go very well in most Indonesian hospitals. Why? Because I'm not married.
This is the typical procedural questions you will hear when you go to a gynecologist:

# Mrs... or Ms?

# When was the last time you had an intercourse?

# Why aren't you married?

I can still tolerate the first question. Oh well maybe they need such information for database or administrational purpose. The second question is just a normal basic procedural question asked by gynecologist, so I dont complain, really. But the third??? WTF? Like, I dont think whatever answer I would give them would be relevant to sniff out any type of cancer they need to make a diagnose. Pfff... so next time you ever go to a gynecologist and he or she asks you the third question, just smile to them and answer:
"Because I love watermelon and ladybugs and blowing out spit bubbles."
A wonderful way to show how you understand your doctor, that is, his or her interest of playing the random question-answer game.

PS: Recently, warporcus showed me this link: http://insideindonesia.org/content/view/1150/47/ a terrible story about how fucked up our health system in Indonesia. No surprise, seriously. When irrelevant question has become a part of the standard procedural thrown by the supposedly-scholars, I know something seriously freaky is going on with the system.

Guys, I'm looking for a place to stay... :p

So the office is moved to a new den, at Jl. Panglima Polim 10 no.14 (depan Takigawa, belakang Apotik Jaya). Lalu saya berpikir untuk mencari tempat tinggal baru untuk bernaung. Kos-kosan, paviliun sederhana atau kontrakan yang deket-deket situu... ada yang bisa bantuuu?

What I'm looking for:
- Luas ruangan (kalo berupa kamar kosan) minimum 4x4, atau cukup decent kalau dihuni dua orang...
- Kamar mandi di dalam
- AC (kalo bisa ada hot water juga hehehe...)
- Biaya per bulan dibawah 1.3 juta
- Lingkungan sekitar nggak rese (I hate nosy neighbourhood...)

Any recommendations, guys?