yola's polka pop

A pretty creepy cutie dotty drawing of me, made by the ever dark, Yola Blackenthered.
Thaaaank you soooo much for the drawing Mak! Love! Love! Love!

because

{ and so we ramble }

*playing: Bad Disease - Lana del Rey

where i want to... { 2 }

{ via q en bleu }

Form/ Kouichi Kimura Architects.
Photography: Takumi Ota.

kopi keliling volume 06

{ kopi keliling }

i could be wrong i could be right, vol.09

You can believe what you believe, you can campaign how life's all beautiful in a pretty candy-sweet sunshiny wonderfulness.

I believe what I believe, that them candy-sweet shit come also with fucked-up killers and blood-spilling calamities.

I believe that I prefer to have them fucked-up calamities acknowledged, not covered with sugar-coated denials.

I believe that by acknowledging them fucked-up calamities does not mean I would declare war to kindness and hope and joy.

I believe that them candy-sweet shit and fucked-up calamity are all part of these chaotic random spins we're all bound to meet. That there is beauty in both.

I believe that in this chaotic randomness, we all have the same chance, same risks, to live, to do what we want, to fight for what we dream of, cos no one's destined to be better or worse than other.

I believe that in better or worse, this freaking life is always worth living for, be grateful for.

You can believe what you believe.

I believe that you've no need to shove your sugar-coated belief down my arse, as I not to you.

And I definitely believe, I've talked too much.

*playing: Sing Your Life - Morrissey

"just like they're james dean"

"and talk about the weather"

Frankly, you don't always reap what you fucking sow. Sometimes fucking bunnies come down and fuck with what you've fucking worked on. But in the end it's up to you, whether you're gonna let them fucking bunnies mess with you again, or are you gonna show them not to ever fuck with you, ever again. Unless of course, you have too many fucking whys to live that you can bear almost any bunny fuck and find meaning in each bunny fuck.

This time, I prefer to have them cajun-baked. No offense, Frank.

and not one single fucking soul is not.

{ via Biorama - one of Stefan Sagmeister's "Things I Have Learned In My Life So Far" }

Because even amongst the most self-righteous of them all, I too, am just another mistakenly-thinking-they-are-right wanker.

*playing: Blind - Talking Heads

"a war in my mind"