Menangisi Akhir Pekan // Bemoan The Weekend

This is my anthem. Weekends, friends, cigarettes, alcohol, laugh, stage, sing a long, drunk, story, drunk, more stories, drunk, and hangover..
*just to wake up and realize Monday will come and hell yeah here come the reality

This is my anthem. That's all i can say. Daily routines of working ; waking up early in the morning ; spending 08.00-16.00 in the office ; going home to rest and sleep and just waiting the next morning come. I do feel like a zombie, living life like a robot, its like healing air but i don't breath.

it's in bahasa indonesia, i might ask permission from JENNY and my good folk Farid Steviasta to translate in english


for all students and employee who feel like daily routines poison you till you choke to your death,
enjoy this :

Menangisi Akhir Pekan // Bemoan The Weekend


Hingar bingar hampa dalam tempo yang semakin melambat
Sepekan tertukar dengan lari paksa rutinitas
Satu terakhir dari tujuh, saatnya tanggalkan baju perangku
Sandarkan tubuh lelah, lemah, sandarkan, sandarkan dulu

Permintaan dan pemenuhan, terangkai dalam sebuah rantai makanan
Sepekan termakan dalam rantai makanan itu
Satu paling ujung dari tujuh, saatnya tumpahkan keluh kesahku
Bingarkan panggung, rendah, luas, terang, tanpa barikade

Teman dan Pencerita, panggung dan pertunjukan
Cairan dan pendosa, rayakan dengan asap di hela nafas
Jalan dan pencarian jawaban
Ingatan dan penyesalan
Tangisi Akhir Pekanmu

Satu yang terakhir dari tujuh, saatnya tanggalkan baju perangku
Satu yang terakhir dari tujuh, saatnya sandarkan tubuh lelahku
Satu yang terakhir dari tujuh, saatnya tumpahkan keluh kesahku
Satu yang terakhir dari tujuh, saatnya bingarkan panggungku

Teman dan Pencerita, panggung dan pertunjukan
Cairan dan pendosa, rayakan dengan asap di hela nafas
Jalan dan pencarian jawaban
Ingatan dan penyesalan
Rayakan Akhir Pekanmu

These are my friends, together we write story of love and friendship.
Together we have story to tell. Together we share our story.
We are the story itself.

*pictures were taken from my account facebook. location : anywhere

Sigur Ros - Hoppipolla

please check this song, its from Sigur Ros, the title is Hoppipola.
this is my fave song.. few times i cried when i listened to it..
the language is Icelandic, i cannot understand until i found it from:
http://artists.letssingit.com/sigur-ros-lyrics-hoppipolla-hgtckh1

i recommend this song for everyone. put it on your playlist, listen to it by earphone. on your YOU and ONLY YOU time.

HOPPIPOLLA

Brosandi                                            
Hendumst í hringi                                   
Höldumst í hendur                                   
Allur heimurinn óskýr                               
nema þú stendur                                     

Rennblautur                                          
Allur rennvotur                                      
Engin gúmmístígvél                                   
Hlaupandi inni í okkur                                     
Vill springa út úr skel                                      

Vindurinn                                                                         
og útilykt af hárinu þínu                                  
Ég anda eins fast og ég get                             
með nefinu mínu                                            

Hoppípolla                                                     
Í engum stígvélum                                         
Allur rennvotur(Rennblautur)                           
Í engum stígvélum                                         

Og ég fæ blóðnasir                                         
En ég stend alltaf upp                                     

Og ég fæ blóðnasir                                          
En ég stend alltaf upp              


Smiling
Spinning round and round
Holding hands
The whole world a blur
But you are standing

Soaked
Completely drenched
No rubber boots
Running inside us
Want to erupt from a shell

The Wind                   
An outdoor smell of your hair
I breathe as hard as I can
with my nose

Jump into puddles
With no boots on
completely drenched(Soaked)
With no boots on

And I get a nosebleed
but I always stand up

And I get a nosebleed
but I always stand up                        

Things For My Friends

my father was so kind, when we were at Changi he said 'dont you wanna get something for your friends???'
so i got few things.. marlboro soft pack special for dimas gunanda (cos he said he wanted to return the money..hihi)..and Vogue Arome for my friends..
hey guyssss... TOBACCO SERIOUSLY DAMAGES HEALTH...


and this one..
i have never tried this brandy..but it was on promotion price..ahahahaha..its around 39SGD..
and the sales girl said it was ok, not as good as cognac of course, but not bad also..

Hujan, Jangan Marah di Orchard // Rain, Don't Be Angry in Orchard

just a few step from Changi, the rain fell just like God wanted to be watering the plants. it was raining cats and dogs and just made my day gloomy..
i was so sad that this time i went to Singapore not for working nor vacation..but taking my dad for medical stuff :(
i wish i never go there again for medical thingy..i wish all my family are healthy..amin..


this is orchard road, picture was taken from the apartment, floor 21
it was really heavy rain..we couldn't go anywhere..


few times, i told myself not to cry eventough i was so sad and gloomy.. in front of my dad i have to be strong, i need to be strong for him and for my mom. i am the light of the family, i have to shine so everyone can see and take care of each other.

My Foot Step

i took picture with Blythe poster in Wheelock Place. I love the big eyes and the spooky look.

i also took picture with agyness deyn poster, on Gaultier Ad. It's in underpass from Orchard Road to Scott Road..

New Rhoma Irama Scarf

i was soooooooooooo proud and happy to wear my new scarf. Got it in Far East Plaza, price by request.. hihi..
its double cloth, black&white check and purple on the other side..

until my dad said 'it looks like Rhoma Irama's cloth'
yeaahhh...yeahhh....thanks pap..

Late Night Sneaking

Dina The Nanny wanted to go out clubbing after Abigail slept :)


but..then she woke up..hahahahaha...
she said.. 'why you always go arisan..arisan..and arisan...' with grumpy face...
*sorry dek abby..mwahhh...
these pictures were taken by Abigail, my 9yo cousin..