all begins with L

(: (: (: (: (: (: double.

after forty four years, holy shit.

yay to spain!

2017–ten years, on national day, from the date of planning.

london.

reminder: c, q, h, s, you.

i was watching japan hour
amused on how a petite smooth skin lady
gleefully looking at the giant octopus
all ten tentacles very much alive

she could devour the entire sea population
and still look graceful on screen

so i had to make my way to the supermarket
at ten pm to buy myself

a slab of raw salmon
a tube of wasabe
a bottle of light soy sauce
a pack of seaweed

pan seared for crispy skin
half a cucumber thinly sliced

all i need for a low profile saturday night.

if i could merge the two, my utopia would be istandon/londonbul.
for now I am off to chase a decade old dream, it’ll be sink or swim in london city.

remember that chinese man who sailed the seven seas and braved the harshest storm just to make a better living, opium as his faithful company, then stumbled upon an island and called it his home. i’m merely following those footsteps.

junkship will leave on coming tuesday at 9pm.
LX 183v, terminal 1.

if you wish to send some luck and good fengshui, in person, let me know.

cv writer’s block.

urgh.

“… cheap places in london.”

the pounds will put me in a rehab.

no ny no ny nope.

working in real time starts now.

“You make me happy, double.” - you

“I love you but I love me more. I’ve been in this relationship for fourty-nine years darling.” - SATC

“…when he colors, he barely stays within the lines.” - SATC

“I just love coloring.” (laughs) - SATC

“I’m such a lucky blessed fuck.” - you know who you are

APPROVED!!!

tomorrow. i’ll find out.
i do miss having some semblance of certainties in life.

iggy pop
mc escher
cem karaca
pollock
dali

who are you, seriously.

omg listen. sings. stop.

stop.

th greatest comfort can be the biggest bane.

sleep empty sleep.

that’s it, i really need that flickr PRO account. NEED.

i think i’ve found the crackcode to merge my three main interests in life,
and make a living out of it.

here: dine on design

IF

all goes well with the visa by this friday
i will be flying off to uk on the 1st of july
on the 4th onwards
i will be residing in berkshire as an english language camp instructor
of which i have six weeks flat to get my self a proper stint in london
weekends will be spent whoring the self with creatives or suits alike
with my recently attained bachelor grad status
alternative you might find me steaming your milk
in that designer coffee house in downtown zone number dot dot dot.

now i need you to wish me luck,
more than ever i will need truckloads of it.

in random mornings
in random thoughts
little dreams do come true

like you
in my inbox

and how i love the improper structure
of little grammatical error

a friend said
it’s endearing isn’t it

indeed
indeed.

the only two people behind this mega project of mine are 1. mom and 2. dad.

tt’s all i need.

and you periodically (albeit randomly) appearing in my life.

why not.

“Goodness me, the clock has struck -
Alackaday, and fuck my luck.”
— Cinderella according to Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

hari ini kok bagus bangat gitu. enggak si!!!

ini semua gara gara kamu. sayang.

waduh!