Random Shallow Thoughts 12. Yes, twelve.
I was Hugh Hefner for Halloween once. I wore a silk bathrobe,
slippers, with a cigar and a snifter of cognac. The only thing missing
was Miss October as elbow-candy.
Anthony Bourdain is a "Bule with a Mission".
Anyone who would praise a half-cooked iguana in Ecuador and diss a New
York hotdog is a pretentious prick. There, I said it. Pfffft.
The only thing worse than watching interviews of models and designers on FTV is watching it with the volume actually turned on.
How many over-40-year-old FSRD ITB alumnis
does it take to screw in a lightbulb? One to screw it in, and a dozen
more having a meeting on how the screwing in of the lightbulb can be
affiliated with ITB in any possible way. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lightbulb_jokes
That being said, there is a very thin line between “being consistent” and just.. not.. really.. going.. anywhere...
Yes, I am fully aware that Random Shallow Thoughts 11 was lame. Perhaps you would like to step outside and tell it to my face one more time. No? Just as I thought.
Do I smoke? Not if its legal. :P
Figure
out what you would gladly do for free. If you happen to be somewhat
good at it, find out a way to make people pay you some money to
continue doing so. Top it off with good health, good friends, and some
peace of mind, and hey... you've got yourself a pretty decent gig going on there.
The idea of taking a Rorschach Test scares me. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.
Proof that George Lucas is Indonesian, #65: Dengar (the one-eyed bounty hunter), Toba (a Gungan warrior), Padawan (well it kinda sounds Indonesian, doesn’t it?).
When
I was 17, I used to date a girl who was proficient at making pipe bombs
and explosives. She even knew how to rig a detonator for plastique C-4
out of a car battery. Her nickname? Kitty.
You know a woman has a lot of percaya diri when she says "Hey, I see you're not on my friend list anymore. Did you close your account?". True story, by the way.
How on earth did we ever come to accept the fact that fundamentalism in any organized religion has more to do with hatred and violence than it does with acceptance and compassion?
A
few years ago, while playing Airsoft, I took a point-blank shot from an
AR-15 carbine on the left side of my nose. I had an open wound gushing
blood. The following day I had an interview with Harper's Bazaar. Now you know why the I was facing left in the article's picture.
At least if I was interviewed by "Soldier of Fortune", I would have had an easier time explaining myself to the stylist. :P
“It's all good.” There is something very peaceful about these three words. I wouldn't mind having it engraved on my urn one day.
My father once told me that his sons and daughter owe him nothing. He said that we owe it to our own children instead one day. Seeing our social lives as of late, it looks like me, my brother, and my sister are definitely impas bandar! Ehehehe....
Besides..
when you think of it, to go through the whole trouble of creating a
life and then punishing it for not praising you... I mean, how nuts is
that idea anyways? Thank God my dad wasn't that narrow-minded and insecure. :P
While we are on the subject, I've said it before and I'll say it again: Could someone please explain the concept of "Hell" to me?
Hey, if alcohol isn't your cuppa tea, I'm cool with that. But it doesn't mean you may order a vodka cruiser. Not on my watch, you won't.
A mocktail? Try me. Just go ahead and see what happens.
People who live in glass houses shouldn't watch low-quality porn.
Y'know, being able to remain on good terms with your ex-girlfriends means something. Ain't sure what, exactly. But it's all good. It really is.
I would be a rich man if I got a penny everytime I read an interview of an Indonesian artist whining his or her ass off about "seni di Indonesia tidak didukung pemerintah". (Boy, is Farah Wawah sooo gonna get me on this one...)
The main reason I channel surf is because sticking to one channel is too much of a commitment.
I have a dream... that one day we will live in a world free of online poseurs who call themselves “pelacur”, “pecun”, “banci”, or “penjahat”. I eat you and your type for breakfast, spit out the bones, and manage to watch my saturday morning cartoons while I am at it.
If you gotta lose, lose with grace. And if you ever figure out how to pull that off, please do email me.
I still believe that marriage is the excess of meeting someone you cannot imagine living another day without. Excess. It is not a goal in itself.
How to Lose Friends and Alienate People: Join an MLM.

It's not that Random Shallow Thought #11 was lame, it just veered too close to fundamentalism :D
Hell means trapped in a room with a dozen of Rabid Bundas who constantly gush about their children (with Arabic names, ugh), and the women's phones keep screaming "Bunda Cantiiik, angkat dooong telponnyaaaaaaa".
Posted by: Hera | August 14, 2007 08:34 PM
What's pecun? From pecun-dang? If any of adrian's friends miss his old time glory, I still have the scanned page of your interview with harper's bazaar.
Posted by: Indahwati | August 19, 2007 04:20 AM