sign in...

it was you, it was me.

One was of the sky, of space,
but there is one on the ground, Earth, back where I belong all along.

his exhibits

(CON)front is good.

perhaps

it was the wind that carried the whispers along the Sahara Desert at night,
it was the sweats on the sheets when his soul is stirred,
it was the lingering memories that lies in the future,
it was the secrets that the stars kept,
it was the sound of the trees singing in unison,
it was the smell of the rainfall on a summer night,
it was the code given by brother sun for sister moon,

it was the existence of everything that makes the world ever interesting.

Oh Americano.

wowziee

The Coffe Press III

"More Chamomile," she said while scratching her loose hair.
As she moved the pot of daisy near the window causing the ivy covered rack to shiver.
"Who is she? But she is sultry alright and he had impeccable taste."
It's been a week since Anna Karenina, Japanese TV dinner, chicken chow mien,
maybe a wholesome dessert for today. " Downtown bakery it is."
Cycling, she waved to Laura at Vinyl Records. "I will drop by and see if they have hazy records for lazy days." Two more blocks to Chateau. What a blooming day it is! "Clotaire!
The usual chocolate pie on table 5, Merci." Jade is definitely a creature of habit, Clotaire mummered. Oh look who's here, Mr. Darell. Both their hearts must have been broken, or else both the lovebirds will be cuddling and snuggling up to each other on table 9. She stops eating, its his smell, distinctly his smell, it must be him. The smell of attraction is so strong that it never fails to turn her on, his smell of musky wood and citrus that is deeply etched in her soul when she cried on his shoulder outside Paradise Kiss...

The Coffee Press II

Darell, across the street with his 1900's spyglass stops eyeing.Lets out a slight laugh,"If only it was the 1960's,but yeah,that a modern day lover's encounter."
He picks up the can-can and feeds Shark, Killa and Luxor, turns on his love machine (Aerodynamic) comes on,as the coffee machine whispers "Coffee taste so good that you'll come" He sits on that upholstered Ovalia leather side chair and pulls out a light."I've been smoking this ever and paused to himself, "since i met Jade on that cold day outside Paradise Kiss." He wonders how is his ex-girlfriend doing now, does her hair still smells like daisy,having bath tub soaks when its her witching hour, dance in a her usual funny steps to Diana Krall, the way she looks asleep in his arms ...Ah Jade my darhlin, look what have you done to me, the nymph of the moonlight indeed. Enough! I need some of that soul-warming chicken sandwich from Chateau and decide if i want to meet The Don in Italy...

The Coffe Press

It's that usual delivery guy with an afro that never fails to arrive on time as the
hands of the clock stops at 5:30. Ah,the sun at his beautyfull best.
Watching Laura skate past the curb munching down that homemade teriyaki chicken burger
while listening to the Cure on her tape player, imagining it was her own being that they are singing about, before she could skid...Guy rams into her, Guy thought perhaps
the world is ending as the smell of daisy filling up his nose fast. The world is ending indeed,no more politics that made you feel helpless every time a motion is passed, he drifts thinking " It must have been the Japanese curry downtown." Then he heard a voice saying" Hello Mister, Please to meet ya," You are pretty slick that ( Some Candy Talking) didn't not skip on my tape player that had been temperamental...

love

often found, sometimes lost, hidden in the dark corner of the self,
yet transcends.

i think it was

we live young and fast

through the year

goodbye 2010.

its so sad

self respecting art lover should go to :

(http://pacificstandardtime.org/)

Exhibitions at the Getty Center

Pacific Standard Time: Crosscurrents in L.A. Painting and Sculpture 1950–1970
October 1, 2011–February 5, 2012
Organized by the Getty Research Institute in collaboration with the J. Paul Getty Museum
Exhibition travels to the Martin-Gropius-Bau, Berlin, March 15–June 10, 2012


I wish....

Nina Simone

That much soul in her.
Adieu

hello?

fickle mind

its just how it is, the difficulty of choosing the right one.

the sun was high

so was I .

nothing beats

Yogurtland :P

All of the lights

turn it on extra bright so I can see you.

Taken LACMA- Cali.

bottoms

Taken RVCA-Cali.

and you'

Taken Tattoo Shop- Cali.

you are my medicine ...

for a rainy day like this...

collage taken a toll

lola made me

a horn for me to be Unicorny!

a double pirouette

but where is your balance?

when there is no brolly

he put his hand on your head.

Angus and Julia Stone - Big Jet Plane [Official Music Video]

Kraftwerk

ultimate artwork!

when you roam

driving in the car with momsie... there was a lost calf,

Caster:" Mummy there is a lost calf"

Mummy:"That's not a lost calf, its just in its own world."

Caster: "hmm"

We are not lost, just in our own world,
where imagination takes us everywhere...
only if we just believe...

can i have...

Tank Girl!

peek -a-boo

B&W

too late. in you arms.

Made in Kitsch

Features : Lifestyles of the Front Row

Aahh

setting up an online store

me is busybee...deft hands, keen eyes, excessive ideas!
LOOKOUT!

do you know?

best things in life are always free, because they are priceless.

fences

why are they protecting Rome?

sexyashell

3. i always have a thing for skinhead

because i fell in love

baby tell me your fears, i will shed my tears
so hold on to my hand tight, we will take flight
i will be by your side to the dark night we go,
with kisses under the starlights

roarrrr!

for Newtide Magazine

toystory

for Xenna's,Xiaodi & Sky's portofolio !

Lost Malaya ∆

thank you everyone who worked real hard that day !

Spotted in SF by the Examiner

Street Style: Powell St.

in California i fell in love with

John Varvatos

i like

my colorful dreams

bla

excuses are boring and sickening right in the gut...

- ~

Kate Moss & Johnny Depp

me and cherrypie

bucktooth and cherrypie the punkrockstar!

beautyfull flower in the world

huff' and puff' of love!

promises

exits that don't seem right in the first place...
yet there was no hesitation on your part...
the traveling eyes...

cause i know the reason why...
whenever i whisper your name when i miss you ...

it just went along with the wind that didn't stop
because you never wanted to hear those whispers...

it was your eyes instead that stop at all the ugly exits that you can't get out from...
this time around the rain didn't bring salvation....

on the right corner

everything is just an illusion of lies...
repeated over and over again...
like familiar words
through the letters typed, DELETE,typed

broken toy soldier

no more courage held ...
dreams shattered into dust...
that stirs up as the wind carries it away...
nothing matter anymore...

saddest ...it is

Bon scissorshand

ooh :º

Ken Dedes by Jim Supangkat ( 1975)




You are allowed to take pictures at museums in Singapore now, yippeee they changed their policy for secret photo takers hahaha
so more people can take pictures and show it to other people then more people will go to the museums . Four thumbs up !!!!!

i trip

the man himself, Mr Harsono, writing his name in Chinese calligraphy



Is a fucking brilliant exhibition. Where memories of the May 1998 riots in Indonesia is translated into the various forms of media. The exhibitions had shown another perspective of the political, social and cultural changes of the Indonesian society through the eyes of Mr Harsono.
The exhibits did sent chills and sadness down my heart, telling me how beastly and short sighted humans can be....






my pick from his exhibition:

Titled : Voice without Voice ( 1993-1994)

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speak more than words.


∆

Title : Burned Victims

Performance Video & Artist Collection





Charred remains ( wooden torsos) as a remainder of the tragic May 1998 riots in Indonesia.







Credit Suisse: Innovation in Art Series

FX HARSONO: Testimonies

4 March to 9 May 2010

i trip

Agus Suwage


Vuong Van Thao

Suzann Victor
Title : His mother is a theatre


now you see me!


tower of bowls




at museums : 8Q SAM / National Museum of Singapore