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So, I have over the last couple of months not visiting or even write something on the blog. The architecture world did really well (I declare again!...;p) for making me hardtop, and I love being hardtop. I just can't wondering myself waking up in the late morning and found myself have nothing to do for the entire day. I guess I can't deal with such "have nothing to do" feeling, so I am actually grateful to Global Rancang Selaras architecture firm for hiring me and involving me with their tremendeous projects all around the country. I am so pleased.

;)

Meeting Again for The First Time

Not to mention that the college-tasks been a burden for me, even though architecture did well to suck-my blood and flesh, curiousness or I might say, a goosebumps whenever I see a bunch of interesting work, a cutting-edge architect (is this term really exist?), and yes, the city images itself! Recently, after being paralyzed for a year with the rigidity of form, whitenesses, grid-pattern by Prophet Meier, I develop some kind of interest with the image of the city. Though I don't have any educational-background yet ragarding this subject, I am more interested in seeing people move across the city, watch people behave, or how the relationship between the city-dwellers and the city itself. I do believe that the quality of the city, give a tremendous effect for the dweller's living quality. And respectively, it is important for everyone studiying architecture to feel and experience the city, as well as Prophet Steven Holl said once in the Global Architecture,"The mistake I knew I were making is that I spent day by day in Rome as a tourist not as a architecture student, it was quite ironic because I live close enough behind the Pantheon".Hmmmm...

Recently, Yori Antar published a book entitled "Komedi Satire Ruang Terbuka Hijau", along with the hype of "Relativitas" by Adi Purnomo, and "Kota Rumah Kita" by Marco Kusumawijaya. The more the Indonesian architect published their own thought, the more advantage we have, and yes, the more recognition we can achieve.

My next term is just about to begun. This term's gonna be a interesting period of time for me.

"Daddy's sang Bass", said Johnny Cash

It is good, as always, to found way home. After did an architecture competition as participant, and a more time to finish a misc. thing, I got my heart and my head into a place I called home. Meet with more than a lot of new people (now I can call them as friends), I've been realized that, yeah, there were a more, more, and more gnarly people with their own smartness. I've got to be honest that I felt inferior at first, but for now and so on I would take those feelings as a chain.

And though I'm quite enjoy with the daily routine on architecture, I think I'm really miss family. I want to get home, and I want it fast.

...of Stone and Marble

The internet speed was so goddamn slow, so that was the outcome I can offer yet.

From Whom I've been Built, to Him I Turn Around...

I remember a very gorgeous moment of my life. In the very middle of my holiday -- a year ago -- waiting for my very first college attendance, I found a couple works--poem words to be specific-- of Charles Bukowski. An american poetry and novelis that much of his works have been influenced influencing people. For the next week, I found myself infatuated of him. Diction, rhyme, loneliness, or even the dark-side of his poems never been really a better one for me, maybe I've been goosebumps!

And it was my natural bad-habit that I can't maintain time well, I suddenly forgot him...Well, I won't make any excuse but the routine of college-life caused it all. For today, I suddenly found a name that glance in my head like a blink of an eye, I remember Charles! I begin to read and the feeling was the same as year ago, ahhh I am happy so badly. All is well by the time I read quiet clean girls in gingham dress...

all I've ever known are whores, ex-prostitutes,
madwomen. I see men with quiet,
gentle women ­ I see them in the supermarkets,
I see them walking down the streets together,
I see them in their apartments: people at
peace, living together. I know that their
peace is only partial, but there is
peace, often hours and days of peace.

all I've ever known are pill freaks, alcoholics,
whores, ex-prostitutes, madwomen.

when one leaves
another arrives
worse than her predecessor.

I see so many men with quiet clean girls in
gingham dresses
girls with faces that are not wolverine or
predatory.

"don't ever bring a whore around," I tell my
few friends, "I'll fall in love with her."

"you couldn't stand a good woman, Bukowski."

I need a good woman. I need a good woman
more than I need this typewriter, more than
I need my automobile, more than I need
Mozart; I need a good woman so badly that I
can taste her in the air, I can feel her
at my fingertips, I can see sidewalks built
for her feet to walk upon,
I can see pillows for her head,
I can feel my waiting laughter,
I can see her petting a cat,
I can see her sleeping,
I can see her slippers on the floor.

I know that she exists
but where is she upon this earth
as the whores keep finding me?

but yes, I've already got my own good woman, Charles!...thanks to you Andy

A City... (by the light divided)

Well, a few long weeks ago I take an "eyes-open" trip in a capitol city, Jakarta. Altough I have heard from any mass media telling me that the city is filthy, I'm pretty impressed (not to mention infatuated) with the terrific skycraper building has been built, so here is the outcome...







The last was Menara Satrio, resemble a cut-out box...

'till pop

The upcoming shows has been done, and there ware only a few people drinking...and I'd love to hear that. Actually, the shows has started when I came, and Alongside the Quay played the last two songs before ended up their performance with a magnificant rapper MC (yes, it was real MC!) trash the music up. Gnarly. Lame for me, I forgot to take any photograph of AtQ.

So, I take a seat on rightside of the stage and start capture the performers, The Dolphines which reminds me of Stone Roses. But unfortunately, I asked myself why they didn't play "I am the Resurrection" or might be "Ten Storey Love Song"?







Right away after The Dolphines ended Stone Roses up, the host start to yelled the name I have been waiting for, The Sweaters which is accompanied with the addition player, Acum (Bangkutaman). Sweaters really kick my ass, they do my heart apart with an anxiety, the sounds of hopelessness and thoughtful lyrics of being abandoned yet the shoegaze itself! They gaze the floor and watch their own shoes the whole time they deserved. And they surprised me with a cover song of Pure Saturday's "Desire". Awesome...









and D'zeek...







Ruangmaya came after. I have seen them in the very middle of February on Fallentine, and they did good hence I am quite curious of how they keep the performance up. Sampling music without a drum set, Lintang behind his laptop and a touchbutton of i-don't-know-what-was-that. Oh, Ruangmaya did a cover version of The Cure-Trust and for a brief moment, I thought they did a cover of Homogenic's song, but yea Homogenic did the same cover version of The Cure's song too. I love you more than I can say/ Why don't you trust in me?...











then Sugarspin...











...thought I'm felt 'till pop' enough, I am not satisfied because I lost my chance to puke my beating heart to watch Ballads of the Cliches, Bangkutaman, and even The Monophones. But I've got to back to architecture campus and start run the model again...G.O.D.S.P.E.E.D