Drama queen / Attention-Seeker

These couple of days I’m depressed for something that to me was childish. It was started when I failed to perform well on my last presentation for my final project. Every question I choked. I touched the point where I was sweating in a room with 2 air-con. They come to conclusion that my design was so-not-Ivan-Gunawan, that my design was too plain, not glamorous, it was a no-no!

Ironically, that day, even my horoscope was turning his back on me and said (as I quote):

“Following your hunches has led you to some interesting and educational places in the past, but it won't lead you anywhere good today. So act with caution at every turn. Don't get involved with something you're unsure of, no matter how good it looks at first glance. You need to fully understand whatever you're dealing with -- take as much time as necessary to do your research. Being impatient won't get you anywhere except in deep trouble!”

Beats me in the head with it!

After the ‘dreadful’ presentation of mine, I drag my dispirited ass to the mall nearby just to cheer myself a bit before I have to back to the Uni to collect all the display. Then come messages asking “how’d it go?” “you nailed it, huh?”,”where should we celebrate? It’s your birthday too anyway!”

“it doesn’t went really well, but I think right now I can just wait and see the result later on 4th July.” Full stop!

I guess that line should’ve been my response…

Instead…

“I’m so stressed! Help me out please! I don’t know what to do! I’m Fucked up! I am a failure! I don't know what to do! What should I do?”…

Looking back, I AM one attention-seeker drama queen! Always hoping that people would call me and say nice things to me, calm my already-calmed nerve, cheer me up, and stuff that made me think that I’m the first priority on peoples head. I exaggerated the situation for the hope of peoples concern… pity me!

There’s still so much I have to do to deal with my non-sociable personality. And for my friends out there, I know I haven’t been the perfect ally, but hey… please don't expect me to change too much, I’m too self-centered for that! LOL… if you think that some little personality I have to change to socialize (like that drama queen thingy), you know I will (hell, I could use a friend!) but if you really really hate my personality and expect me to change it all, you know there’s a lot of people out there who wants to make friends with you, ditch me-don’t include me to your allies!

It has been 3 days (as my friend informed) since I answered phone-calls. That was a stupid act of mine! I regret it now! What if someone’s important called me and didn't leave message at all? As I looked the missed-calls list, there’s plenty of number I didn't recognize (few which I knew, come from Muara Karang-Pluit area), what about the others? Could be the employer who probably now already got the substitute… or someone hot somehow keep my number and tried calling me but since I didn’t answer he’s now happily committed with someone else… or could be my sisters calling from someone else mobile and needed urgent help (but since she’s ok now, ah well)… the point is, for someone who couldn’t live without his cell like me, it’s stupid not to answer your mobile (that is if you didn’t have any voice mail, ahh… like people here’s going to leave voice messages even though you did have it)

4th of July, please be good to me!

Lots of Love!

antara bangga dan tidak

Saya mungkin bukan seseorang yang bisa menghakimi apa yang sekarang ini (atau mungkin sudah dari dulu) terjadi terhadap Indonesia, lagipula, saya hanyalah seorang mahasiswa tingkat akhir berumur 23 tahun yang sedang mengajukan topik tugas akhir yang nyatanya tidak memenuhi kehendak sang dosen (tapi apa boleh buat, saya hanya mengulang tugas akhir yang sebelumnya saya dinyatakan tidak lulus karena absen menghadiri hari sidang).

Saya selalu berpendapat bahwa Indonesia (yang sudah dinilai oleh dunia sebagai Negara ke-3, atau nama yang lebih dikenal “Third world country”) adalah Negara yang ‘pemalas’, ‘konsumsi yang berlebih’, ‘korupsi’, ‘apalah yang jelek-jelek’… atau bisa saja saya hanya bersikap pesimis terhadap Negara yang saya tinggali ini, tidak tanpa usaha, saya sudah mencoba segala cara untuk melihat sisi positif dan bersikap optimis, kosong, saya benar-benar kosong… tidak ada yang bisa saya lihat sisi positifnya (ada memang, seperti hasil alam Indonesia yang berlimpah, tapi kemudian saya berpikir lagi, hasilnya kemana? Saya tidak terlalu mengikuti politik yang berbelit-belit yang lebih banyak ditutupi), yang terlintar di benak saya hanyalah segi negatif dari Indonesia.

Saya memang tidak bisa dijadikan contoh sebagai ‘pencinta negara’, secara sehari-hari bahasa yang saya gunakan bercampur 70 % bahasa inggris (untuk juga bisa berbicara kepada keponakan saya yang dengan ultimatumnya TIDAK mau berbicara bahasa Indonesia dengan alasan ‘jelek’), sisanya 30% hanya saya gunakan dalam pergaulan sehari-hari dengan orang tua dan teman-teman. Menurut saya bahasa inggris sudah terlalu umum digunakan, seharusnya memang saya memiliki bahasa lain yang agak berbeda seperti Perancis atau Mandarin, tapi apa boleh buat lagi, mempelajari bahasa pada umur 23 tahun memang agak susah.

Selain itu, saya juga selalu beranggapan barang apa saja asal impor, memiliki kualitas yang lebih baik dibandingkan Indonesia (bahkan dari Negara Thailand sekalipun). Barang hasil produksi Indonesia yang saya miliki di kamar saya hanyalah furniture yang memang saya beli dengan alasan ‘harga’, selain itu, mungkin beberapa pakaian yang hanya saya gunakan di bawah atap rumah ini.

Salah satu segi negatif kecil yang sudah saya sadari sejak smp (mungkin) adalah penggunaan bahasa Indonesia yang (mungkin lagi, saya tidak bisa terlalu pasti; saya jarang membaca buku) hanya mengganti beberapa huruf dan jadilah bahasa Indonesia. Pemalas, seperti yang saya sebutkan sebelumnya, malas membuat kata baru dan hanya meniru. Seperti contohnya ‘toilet/wc’ tetap saja toh bahasa Indonesianya ‘toilet/wc’, ‘sex’ menjadi ‘seks’, ‘penis’ tetap saja ‘penis’, ‘public’ menjadi ‘publik’, ‘fashion’ pengucapan sama penulisan berbeda ‘fesyen’, ‘name’ menjadi ‘nama’, dan banyak lagi (tidak akan saya jabarkan disini, saya bukan kamus). Ada lagi dalam bahasa Indonesia yang bisa saya kategorikan dalam ‘pemalas’, artinya berbeda, pengucapannya berbeda, penulisan sama! Contohnya ‘apel’ buah dan ‘apel’ dalam artian mengunjungi pacar, dan ‘tahu’ makanan dengan ‘tahu’ mengetahui/mengerti, dan mungkin masih banyak, tetapi, harap maklum, nilai bahasa Indonesia saya tidak terlalu menakjubkan semasa smp/sma.

Tetapi masalah bahasa, mungkin memang beberapa Negara merasa hal tersebut terlalu memakan waktu jika harus membuat kata baru, oleh karena itu mereka hanya menjiplak saja apa yang ada dan kemudian mengganti beberapa huruf, seperti ‘toilet’ dan ‘toilette’, ‘one, two, three’ dan seperti lagunya ricky martin ‘uno, dos, tres’, ‘luminous’ dan ‘lumierre’ dan lain lainnya (sekali lagi saya bukan ahli bahasa).

Yang saya kagumi adalah bangsa Cina, yang (menurut sejarah) merupakan bangsa yang pertama kali membuat huruf dan kemudian mencetaknya. Hurufnya pun berbeda-beda dan memiliki suku kata yang beragam dan (menurut teman saya) banyak sekali. Jepang dan Korea juga unik, tapi antara mereka berdua (yang memang rival sejati) pengucapannya agak mirip (dan kemudian bangsa Korea merubah bahasanya menjadi bahasa Korea modern yang sering kita dengar di film-film yang mengharu-biru khas Korea). Antara Korea jaman dahulu dan jepang mungkin saya tidak tahu siapa yang meniru siapa, tapi kemiripan huruf kanji Jepang dengan pinyin Cina, sudah jelas bangsa Cina yang memulainya (menurut beberapa Encarta).

Dalam hal bahasa juga dalam segala hal, Cina memang yang terbaik, bahkan dalam hal ‘pemalsuan’, produk yang dihasilkan benar-benar berkualitas. Label-label terkenal dari eropa, Perancis, Milan, New York, dan lain-lain, tetap saja ‘made in china’. Lihat saja Versace untuk second line-nya Jeans Couture dan Sport, semuanya made in china (mungkin untuk 1st line-nya ‘Gianni Versace’ made in Europe). Produk aslinya saja made in china, apalagi yang palsunya! Hampir semua tas tas bermerek ‘mangga dua’ dihasilkan oleh Negara itu (paling tidak semua yang memiliki embel-embel kelas 1), kualitas 99,99% seperti aslinya, kadang mungkin hanya berbeda baunya saja, yang satu memiliki bau parfum dari pegawai toko di Plaza Indonesia yang menggunakan seragam, satunya lagi bau nci-nci penjual tas palsu di mangga dua.

Setelah mengolok-olok Indonesia, saya tidak menjadi sedih karena tinggal di Negara ini. Indonesia-lah tempat saya lahir (apa boleh buat), pikiran tentang meninggalkan Indonesia dan merantau ke Negara-negara lain sempat terbesit dulu (bukannya terbesit lagi, sudah menggebu-gebu), tetapi karena hal finansial, jatuh-jatuhnya juga di Universitas Tarumanagara dengan jurusan Komunikasi Visual. Saya tidak menyesal (menyesalpun percuma), saya bisa bertemu dengan teman saya yang sangat dekat dan sangat mengenal saya, menikmati pergaulan ‘sesama’ di lingkup nasional, bisa mengenal dan mengetahui berbagai lapisan status sosial (dari yang makan indomie tiap malem, sampai ibu-ibu pejabat yang tiap hari harus memiliki sebuah tas keluaran desainer mancanegara). Selain itu semua, sering terdengar hal-hal seperti ‘home sick’ dan lain-lain dari mulut kakak-kakak saya (yang memang mengambil Uni di luar), pergaulan disana memang bebas, malah terlalu bebas, sehingga pelajaran banyak yang tertinggal, dan merembet ke hal-hal lainnya. Jadi saya tidak menyesal, di kekang oleh orang tua saya, toh sekarang mereka sudah mengerti dan tidak terlalu mengekang, mungkin masa remaja saya (pesta-pesta dan lainnya) sudah terlambat dibandingkan remaja lainnya yang pada umur 16 tahun saja sudah bisa pulang jam 4 pagi! Tetapi saya selalu mengganggap masa pesta-pesta memang seharusnya dimulai pada umur saya (23 tahun), agar jadinya kelak tidak terlalu liar dan dapat menahan diri (siapa saja yang beranggapan anak umur 16 tahun bisa menahan diri, tolong, hubungi saya!)

Lots of Love! (saya tidak bisa mengubah ini, ‘banyak cinta’ terdengar aneh!)

Ummm... Enak!

It’s been a week since my brother arrived here in Jakarta from my hometown Bangka. And until now, he has this sort of fever that just wont go away, even after drank some Chinese medicine that proved best to cure the family! He already went to some doctors, hospitals, and just wont work.

Just this morning, his wife (my sister in-law) arrived Jakarta to attend her best friend wedding. And when she’s been told that her husband still got the fever. She went with this story…

Once upon a time, in Bangka, both of them went to this beach restaurant, which gave them a creepy ambiance. And while eating, my brother wont stop saying “ah.. enak.. enak!” even after his wife told him to stop saying it. Apparently, Chinese myth have told that while you’re eating, don’t ever said the word, coz according to them, when u said it, creepy creatures like ghosts and stuff heard you and took what you’re eating and always following you wherever you go. That’s actually make sense in the most non-sense there is, because now, all the food tasted like nothing to him. (Even writing this gives me the creeps)

Believing that story’s make sense, my mum having this thought of sending my brother back to where he said the word (the creepy beach) and apologize to whatever things over there. Or maybe for less-work, my mum offered him to drink ‘phu’ (some sort of water mixed with burnt sacred paper)

At my dad’s b’day party a few days ago, when I said “enak” while eating, my grams told me to shut it! I felt that was silly, I turn a joke to her and said “mm.. yummy”. Now I know the reason why she’d always warn us not to say those things while we’re eating back then. Well, she always believed those supernatural things like how you can’t stack your dishes on the dining table, or you have to eat your food in the dining table, or you can’t sleep with your feet directly point the door.

I don’t believe those things, but it doesn’t hurt to follow, it gives my grams and mum the peace of mind, why not do it for they’re sakes? I love them; I’ve always loved them! Grams, sorry for all the jokes.. mwah2

Lots of Love!

Last nites anecdote

Fantastic four, I say it’s a good movie! It doesn't make me bored and left the theater (you know, bearing in mind the megablitz chair is uncomfy). But oh, the casts! CHRIS EVANS! One good-looken boi! And also the Silver Surfer, I say that’s totally my type! That lips, that eyes, that BODEHH! Dude, marry me! Nahh… take my ass! And all I talked about last nite was that silver surfer and not the torch. Yes, the torch might be fun, but he’s a total boi (I need a man!) yeaa, keep dreamin’ as I told myself. I can't say Mr. Invisible’s not hot; he’s okay, just not my kinda man. I almost hugged that silver surfer statue they display as POP at megablitz, but social manner had taught me a lot of things. So I thrust my crave to cup his bulge between his crotch and not even taking pictures beside his bulky muscly hot silver bodeh!

We took our 5 years old nephews to watched midnight movies with us (which started at 12 and end at 2). And on the way there last nite, he said “don’t call me matthew again ok? My name is Jacky Jan”

And then the conversation:

“who is jacky Jan?”

“the one who fight all the time”

“Jacky Chan?!”

“no, my friend Wilhan said his name is Jacky Jan”

“no, matthew, his name is Jacky Chan!”

“don’t say that! His name is Jacky Jan”

“don't listen to your friend, he’s a little boy, listen to us, we’re all grown ups! His name is Jacky Chan! Why do you want to be him anyway?”

“because he’s handsome”

“what?!?! Jacky chan is not handsome! Maybe Jacky Cheung?”

“jacky jan!!”

“whatever! Next time, why don't you tell your friend Wilhan you want to be Superman! At least he’s strong and world can tell that he’s far more handsome than your friend's so-called Jacky jan”

“oh, yeah, maybe I can be Superman”

oh, please matthew, if you are big enough, I’ll tell you, just be your FREAKIN’ self! All the teachers said that you’re the most handsome kid in the class anyway! (gotta have something to do with his uncle’s cuteness! Wakakakkaka)

Lots of love!

sushi sided with green tea?

It’s been two days I have…

Homemade sushi as my breakfast, lunch, and dinner
And green-tea as an always beverage

And not only me, the whole family ate them too! Thanks to my sister who knows how to make an advance sushi, I enjoyed them as much as I enjoyed them on some Japanese resto. I’m not actually a big fan of sushi or sashimi, but since they didn't cooked any other meals, what else could a little sistah do? Good enough they thought of me while making sushi and make a lot more. There were two types of fillings for the sushi, salmon with cucumber and salmon with egg. Yesterday, since the salmon at the hyper mart was not that fresh, my sis changed them into (I kinda forgot the name of the fish, but they have the ‘king’ in it), tho it’s not salmon, but still was nice! Even just ate them this morning. And for the kids, considering they’re still 3 and 5, the fillings were only eggs.

Ahh… a very tasty and fresh green-tea packed by Nutripack was and still is BOGOF! No wonder how we only have them for beverages! Like 2 days ago, we bought 24 of them and we got 48! And this morning, as I dragged my lazy ass down to drank something fresh, I was astonished to find it was all gone! 48 boxed green-tea drank in less than 2 days?! And the effect was, all the bin around the house, filled with green boxes and straws pinned into them. Even some of my ‘lazy-ass’ sistah indolent enough to left all the empty boxes on tables. I can even spot one behind the balcony door right now!!

I think I have had enough with all the sushi and sashimi, but for the green tea, it was oh-so-nice, never had enough of them!!

Tho, my mum said she’s gonna make more sushi today (with left over from yesterdays)… ahh another sushi, ewwww…. wonder if she could really make them??? I have requested to my sistah, instead of sushi, maybe tomorrow we could have some Onigiri! Think I just had a tiny orgasm thinking about it!! Aaa…..

Lots of sushi!

i am = someone else?

How far do we have to maintain our self-image just to get a partner?

Body type
In gay society, there’s no doubt that you gotta have a smokin’ hot body, or at least lean. I’ve asked some of my fellow friends, and none of them would go out with chubby guy even thou he’s so nice and stuff. Isn’t that’s just shallow? So we have to go work our ass off just to get attention? What am I talking ‘bout, that’s the basic rules for attention! EX scene, there’s no one will turn their heads to a fatty that just passed by, but for hottie, all heads straight to one point. If you think you don't have that smokin’ hot body, at least you gotta have the sense of fashion in what-looked-good-on-chubbies. But if you are 170/75, please do yourself a favor and start putting your name in the gym!

So, yes, first impression is significant, although you’re not being yourself, at least you obtain crowds attention. Who knows, maybe various name cards will fall into your lap. Remember, this is the only time you can not-be-yourself, after you get someone’s attention, you have to be your most fabulous self – you don't want pretending to be someone else you're not for the rest of your dating days rite? It’s tiring! If you still do, just have in mind that sooner or later, he will found out the truth and you’ll end up humiliating yourself!

I still don’t understand, before, why did I have to be someone else on those first, second, third, FOURTH date?! Pretending all the time, when I knew, on the fifth date, subconsciously or not, I revealed the true me (not in one sitting, maybe 3 times and yes, all was revealed). But then again, that was like years ago, and now, if someone doesn’t like me for whom I am – slutty-bitchy-who-talk-behind-peoples-back – I can always assume there’s a lot to come! So ditch me so I can go and find someone else (that is until I find the fish is all gone, I will beg you to accept me for I will change-into-someone-you-want. LOL) don't get me wrong, it’s not that I’m against all that pretending-to-be, after all I’m this lonely gay bastard, public image is what’s important!

And for all of you who are apparently attracted to my fake-photoshoped-pictures, pleaseee… take me for WHO I AM!

Dress-up
First date, maybe I would wear my best shirt or at least t-shirt that fit good on me (I’m a freakishly tees lovah). But, lets not talk dating (it drives me crazy!), what about Saturday night, hanging out with your friends? Going to EX, see-and-be-seen? But of course! I need to dazzle some dry-eyes sitting all over the EX-PI-passage-way (well-known as the runway for all gays) yes, that runway, is where I judged people and be judged harshly by people, and if ever I wanted to walk those path, I have to be ready for my-most-fashion-victim-thou-I-knew-fashion-hurt!

{illustrated point} -I might be a bit hyperbole-
And ooo… me.got.meself.hunkie! ahh.. so sexy! And so, we went to his place and do somthin’ somthin’ it went perfect! Cause I did marvelous job with the pre-sexual to-do-list! I am simply… all that! Yes, the preparations take times - smooth sense of banana-body-puree, did a little push-up, shaved, manicure, pedicure, apple cream bath, new white undies, soft-smelling perfume, new pair of socks, clean shoes, clean tees with soft fabric and smells good, natural look wax – but was worth it! The next day, he woke up with my hair fell down, dry hand from dehydration, dried-sweat from last night “work-out”, and all that flaw that’s… human like! But his expectation to me were like oh-so-fabulous, and so when he faced the reality, he was like “I’m not ready for relationship, but you… oh you…. So… bye!”

So, which one is the true-me that I want my future partner to accept me for? Do I have to work my ass off everyday for the rest of MY LIFE just to please one person who take-me-for-who-I-am-not?! or just come clean, be my own self that one person adore and just be happy together-ever-after?!

A bit dramatic maybe, but I missed being me! And so, I want and I will be my own FABULOUS self! (By the way, is the ‘fabulous’ era over? These days, never once I heard one gay spoke the word! Am I so previous? Oh my god I hope not!)

Ahhh… just like Carrie, I just need to feel a weight of a man on top of me! And I am that desperate!

Lots of Love!

Get a life! better yet, get a partner!

Why do I have to get a life?

Sleeping at 9 a.m and wake up the same day at 3 p.m is not a typical life I’d hope I pursue at the age of 22! And I’m one year older in less than a month. I’m getting used to it, already been months since the last time I can tell days and dates.

What date is today?
I have to check my cell first for that question

I’m stuck or am i just simply not trying?

i am now on the last semester and doing my dos-final project, it had taken me zero times of my days, do nothing except waiting for the goddamn second evaluation with two tutors (already did the 1st evaluation with first tutor on 11th june, and the second will be held on 19th june) and finally the final presentation on 25th june. Until then, can I really find a job where they accept the fact that I’m still in college (although a months away)? just to fill my open time, I could do a part timer, unfortunately, not a lot of vacancy on that part! And here I am complaining about my problem when out-there, there are a lot of people facing the bigger problem than mine. But the thing is, I’m just tired living my life! The thought of suicide did cross my mind, but hell, that’s stupid and irresponsible! (even, I felt stupid just thinking of it)

Thanked god, these few couple of days I’m occupied, in charge of buying needed things for my dad’s birthday tomorrow, like going to the market to buy some shredded coconut (duh! Like everyday I’m buying that from the market! Anything else?!) And today, I was just from the mall to buy the cake (the cheese cake from bread talk’s very tempting! Take them tomorrow at 6 p.m sharp!) and written on the cake “Happy Birthday Daddy!” (First I wanted “Happy Birthday Grappy” but then my sis’s agreed on daddy), then to Carrefour to buy some egg, plates and forks, garlic, bla bla bla… and ah… there’s a cute one around the corner of bread and pastries, totally my type! But, running out of time, without introducing myself, I have to get back! He’ll come around anytime soon anyway.. hahaha…

Tomorrow’s going to be a busy day, mum already asked her sis to come and help, and she needed as much help as possible, including grams? I don’t think grams could help much accept to watch over her great grand child (that’s my nephew). Mum’s not going to allow me to go anywhere tomorrow since she need my help just incase she needed something from the mall, and in return, I asked her to make my favorite food, fried squid with salted bread crumbs (yum!), then she said too much work that has to be done, so she told me just to buy it from some seafood restaurant (good enough!)

Why do I have to get myself a partner?

I’m totally upset with the ‘partner’ word! Where is the partner I’ve been looking for? Am I demanding? Is that why I couldn’t get myself one? I have always said these things “seems like all the good ones were already taken, what’s left is the cute ones but for some little reason, i'm just not a fan” yes, that’s my friend, is demanding!

What have I got so far? Who’s my target? Am I looking for sexual appeal? Am I into appearances? And the question I’ve been asking myself, my sis’s, my friends lately…

Am I a Top or Bot?!

One friend said to me, sex is the foundation of relationship (it is for her), once she had this relationship with someone who’s so bad in bed (maybe not really that bad, but he just don’t know where to put his big penis which end up hurting her), she always end up having fight with that man for the same problem over and over.

Size really doesn’t matter, if one person can’t perform well as Top…
Big penis: Hurt
Small penis: don't feel a thing!

and with professional Tops would be...
Big penis: AHHH... I'M COMING!!
Small penis: AHHH... I'M COMING!!

Some people are into chubby and some people into muscle or lean figure. Even sometimes, there are also some people who are into rough dirty animalistic body (I don't understand). To me though, I don’t really care about chubby or muscle, as long as they’re not so skinny-I-could-break-his-bones or dirty, I’m good! But, I also think that there are some people who looked good chubby and some looked good muscled (and some in between). Like a friend of mine, she liked the look of her boyfriend even though people can totally see that he’s overly weight (but he still looked good! Before I just think he’s good in pickin’ his clothes, now I know he’s the type of person who looked good either way, chubby or fit)

Once I walked just to buy some stuff at the mall, I saw this good-looking man, he’s chubby, but he’s cute. At the first glance, I shouted loudly inside “I CAN DO HIM!” well, he’s totally gay the way he looked at me, but I think that’s his boyfriend next to him, so, NEXTT!!!

Am I into appearance? I think so, but in lower level I guess! I really don't mind chubby, as long as he’s still looking cute and stuff (FYI, there are people who’s totally against chubby! Even a little fat on the waist “NA AH! YOU WISH! BUBAY…”)

I have always been a Top for the past few relationships I had, and everybody always known me as Top, a questioned-top! (secara ngondek getohh!), although here and then, some asked me to be his bot and I said yes, half a penis I gave them time-out! It hurted a lot! Gosh! I reached the point where it was bleeding! Then the sex stopped. But these days, I always thought that it would be nice if I were a bot! But remembering the pain and blood, I don't think I want to have one of those ever again!

it's kinda confusing...

So what am i? I’m tired to be Top, and I can't be Bot! It kinda make me nothing, who wants to fuck nothing?!?!?! Awwww… I’m sadd…… ☹

Lots of Love! (my ass!)

faux.. oh.. faux

Fake.. ahh… I know them very well… I’m not talking about human fake, or fake fur, or fake whatever (but yea, I can tell a fake person)… but designers faux!

Recently, while I’m having an afternoon tea with my dear friend Tom, looking through magazines, my eyes caught a big bold font in black: FAUX! With pictures of designer bags like LV, Prada, Christian Dior, Hermes, you name it! Since the thrill sense of fashionista inside my body tickle my wits to catch the latest information, so I read the long text in a subdued manner.

There, the writer (she) claims that there’s two type of being who carries a (as I wrote it by her word) Counterfeit. I can’t recall those two types of hers. But what I do remember is that when I read her writing, I’m a bit disagreeing. Maybe she’s just not really being specific, but of course there are more than just two types. I don't have to say it here right? I’m sure you people who carry one faux can judge, just like me with 2 of my fake Mangga Dua bags.

On second thought, maybe I can tell one type, well it’s me, one person who thought that the real designer bags they displayed artistically in Plaza Indonesia persuading a lovely minx fur speedy bag for unreasonable 29 million! Not really a favorite of high-end designer labels and bought the fake one because I thought the design is very nice and with nice quality too! (Yes, even though they’re fake, the leather is originally cow) moo…

And another type I know, a person who take advantage of the designer labels (although they know it’s fake, but when the quality is oh-so-nice, God knows!) and claim that they just bought they’re Mangga Dua Hermes in Dubai (I actually experienced this myself! We knew it’s fake, but she kept on going about her Versace’s Python Canyon bag. Dubai my ass!)


What about a person who just follow the fashion drift? People were using LV’s pattern, gotta find an LV’s pattern in mangga Dua? Well, that’s another type…

And a lot more! Duh! It’s people! One thousands peoples, one thousands personality right? (ahh… even sometimes one person have two personalities!)

Lots of Love!

suicide?