Yo gabba gabba, I'm not here anymore. I've moved to this new, neat blog.

I just landed a job! Applied for fun last night. Got a phone call this morning that I was shortlisted and to do the test. Got called back that I did really well, above excellent. I type 71wpm, apparently. So yeah, now I'm just heading down to do the registrations and paperwork. Hello new career. Thank you Jesus!

The Back

Namaste! I'm back. I was able to retrieve back my blog, and that. makes. me. so. happy. I also just got back from a long journey - an adventure that I needed. It was a breathing space, remembering that I am alive. Indeed, I felt so alive.

Koko's Back

You grip on the beauty of life when you hear various stories from different walks of life. You get to see that there's so much out there, and even the age of gods that has lasted centuries. Structures of sophistication and symphonies of sights that make you realise our potentials. Art and architecture that's extremely intricate can be all attainable by the same able hands.

No plans - going with the flow, just like many of them. Life seems so much easier, and they are just fine. They are not conditioned to sit in a rocking chair as early as adolescence. Maybe even the aged prefer not sitting on one, they prefer to go out there and have a wholesome chat. They don't lock themselves up between their solid walls and barred windows, or sit in a box that feed them things to tweak their thinking.

In the age where many say that the world is corrupt, you still see children running around and happy. Walking around this ancient city, I was blessed to hear wisdom from this zen Canadian lady. She has spoken of how beautiful it is to be a child. No matter where they are or the situation they are in, they'll always seem to find happiness. They create and use their imagination, everything is pure and thought - honest, free and limitless.

That feeling of being exposed to danger, it makes you feel so alive. We get so caught with the comforts of life that we are alienated to adrenaline-fueled activities. Being in a middle of a riot with a burning bus behind you, or trying to help out a man who's spewing blood in the middle of the street or seeing enchanting entertainment, such as snake charming. 

You also see the tragedies of tyranny, where we are left with echoes of cries. Greeted by a tower of torture - where piles of skulls are laid to be respect. The remnants remind us of how we are so powerless, at the same time. Although they were executed as they've showed sign of intelligence is very much parallel to what we have today, however today, they prevail and not persecuted.

Learning life lessons from people who has boldly walked away from the Tragedy of Commons, I am refreshed, but they say now I'm 'back to reality'... I say: I'll make my reality, the fantasy of many. Our reality shouldn't be a nightmare, and we shouldn't be shepherded by saints in stained silks. A man without means but has lived to fly; or a fool that has gained wealth and forgot to see the sky. 

I'm back home - but doesn't mean it will be a pain in the back this time.

x :: L

Move Forward

It's finally October and I can't wait to drink beer! Just kidding. First, I don't drink beer; second, I don't drink alcohol. I'm back to update you with the crazy coaster circus I like to call 'life'.

As you all know (When I say all, I am assuming that I have readers), I have been in a rough patch in life. It started with the breakupdown of my classy ex-wife. Then the dark clouds of cold winter whims got into my veins before I realised that it had reached my brain.

Fast forward, my journal has never been messy like ever. October's been a mess. A good mess. Photo above is a reference that I have sold my little humble prostitute ride, Ka. She was cheap, but I thought I'd stick to something that was meant for me from the beginning. I actually had a whole day of running around from one side of town to the other, then back, and a lot more just to earn this lovely lady I'd like to call Applesauce. I hate putting gender to things, by the way, so I'm just using this (insert appropriate type of figure of speech here) right now. It was the first time I actually made a lot of effort on a material possession, spent money on and willing to take the risks involved. So today, little Ford is gone, thought I had heaps of sentiments about it which I have to admit has been only a sensational exaggeration of being materialistic.

Today, I dressed up as a business dude-- with the coat and sleek leather shoes, for a job interview which I aced. I hope it will all go well. Then a geek, which I thought I looked cool although it wasn't meant to be? I mean, GEEK, not nerd. I'll try to put photos up.But right now, I'm sitting on the floor on my underwear typing this update. I run another 5 blogs, so I thought a bit wrap on what's been happening with me:

1. I moved out from the hollows of the Adelaide Hills.

2. Two blocks from the beach and the shops is where my humble abode is located.

3. Mind has been totally restored, if not renewed.

4. Been working heaps, as a facepainter Woody.

5. Got a new car, a sexy one.

6. Trying to get rid of my acne, this time for good (hopefully).

7. Back to artistic and creative pursuit.

8. Have a guitar and I practice at least once a day. Wuut.

9. I got a gym membership! (Doesn't mean I go)

10. I eat ALOT of fruits. Yum. 

11. And nuts.

12. No more sugar.

13. I might get a new job.

14. Oh by the way, my collection for my shop is complete!

15. Not starting it until I become more financially stable.

I am such a happy kid, I like to pass the positivity to everyone, and I hope everyone could do that too. The world would be so much better! I have become who I was years ago... and I am so happy. No words could explain what I am feeling right now. I'm no sticky tape or wet rag. This is my life, and who knows if Judas was actually the good guy.

Long live, ek oh.

Steampunk Spring

In the Southern hemisphere, spring is coming. It means that my face will start clearing up on top of the super drug that might kill me. Yes, it's called Roaccutane. I have a bunch of steampunk gear I'm trying to sell.

 

I actually love the steampunk style right now. There's so much character and quirkiness in it. I'm going to post looks in this collection soon. So stay tuned! x

Ditching the "Smart Phone" is smarter

My blog shall be generic soon, and thus, it doesn't matter because you're probably the sole reader of this chronicles anyway. I don't care because this is a channel of expression, and yeah. Okay, enough.

While everyone's dying or possibly wasting their life waiting for the new iPhone 5S or C (I will), I am longing to be using the old-fashioned telephone. I know that's a bit too full on, so maybe I will use a semi-smart phone that I used to have a year ago.

I didn't bother to go on Facebook, like every spare time I had. Scroll on instagram, just to see photos of what's what-- but I don't really care. I like Twitter, because it's a random shoutout site, but then, I have Twitter on my old side-slide Nokia.

PROs:

• I don't waste time on Facebook (especially when getting up in the morning)
• Not being anti-social on Social networking sites
• Real communication
• Old-fashioned, hipsters like that

CONs:

• No GoogleMaps
• No random-people-near-me chat apps
• No good quality camera
• No tweaking things to make yourself look good (e.g., filters)
• No iMessage, kik or Viber
• I will not be able to use 4GB of mobile data

I'm done here, just take me back to 2008. When people texted personally and not a general announcement about what happened to them, reinforced with stupid, smart comments. I'm guilty, but I'm trying to get out of the crime. Rant over.

Squararchy

All walks of like dominate this space, although some of them doesn't necessarily have functional legs. Some are strapped on a make-shift wheelchair, which could only be a prop for pity. Empty cups contrast the crowded streets of vendors and "faithful" churchgoers. Flames are lit in every candle that's sold for a few coins in exchange of God's answers to their prayers; the same fire heating the corn kernels or boiling the overused canola oil for the local delicacy.

Some nights I would go this place and just have a look around. To breathe, to think and to feel that life is worth living. This place reminds me of reality. Beneath the superficial, there are souls, and stories matched with simplicity. When the skies are clear and the stars try to illuminate despite the city lights, I sit on a reclined monobloc chair. The soothing touch of the swarthy hands that mend my muscles, while they feed my soul with the stories that made them through.  

If you'd look through their eyes, all you can see is darkness if I would tackle it literally, but there's a light oozing from within. What drives them to feel so alive and push through is a metaphor of mystery. Is it the hope that keeps them going or the desperation to get out of the state of nothingness? It could be a gift, when there's nothing; but desperation calls in the vindication of the ventre. In many forms, they find ways. They never fail, because they're survivors.

Surviving in this chaotic cosmos is a never-ending story. Where oriental tradesmen live in better spaces rather than the native islanders who are never given the chance. Let's point fingers, because it always solve the problem. If not, wash hands, because it's good to keep them nice and clean. There's hope in a seemingly hopeless hole or Saint Peter Square, I would call it.

In San Pedro, it's also where the men gather. Bored or for business, there's always a reason to come here. The photographers asking to take you photo in exchange of a little amount is the paramount of my experience being in this place. Hearing the tales of the heyday, when people actually came for photos. The only proof to make their stories credible are the grey-strands in their head and the wrinkled hands that showed me vintage SLR lenses from their slouching spines,  tirelessly lugging them around.

The turf of the booming small-scale entrepreneurs deploy their shops in this square. Smiles on their sweaty faces make up for their make-shifts stalls that seems to have almost no standards. I always think, will they ever get the chance to get somewhere else? With the portability of their shop, how hard could it be? Is it the tide of the elite making it impossible for them to do so? For them to set up their stalls in the luxurious shopping centres being laid out across this developing city? There's over 1 million souls in this humble place I call home, and it's good to know that it is here I find the happiest. Whether you're here to eat or pray; sleep or play... there's a space for you and spiel to make you feel anew.