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There is nothing Holy about hatred.

courtesy: Lady Gaga official twitter I've never really been a fan of Lady Gaga but I watched her couple years ago at Singapore. My friends and I were enjoyed it a lot. The concert was more like a mini concert (at Fort Canning Park). The audiences were decent and we're all dance and sing the night away. There was absolutely nothing wrong with it. She even didn't do a lipsynch (which is rare nowadays). As far as I might concern, NO endanger moves, or suspicious symbolic that leads her to be Lucifer's wife or something like that? No sex party after the concert (not that I knew of). It was absolutely normal, just like another concert..   You've probably heard about the cancellation of Born This Way concert that suppose to be held this Sunday at Jakarta. As the news itself has been online and aired worldwide. Once again, our lovely country put to shame by the narrow minded people and bigotry that stand behind the face of Islam. I feel so sorry for them, all of them.

conceal conceal conceal

Ever suffered from sleep deprived ? Oh yeah, here goes the series of sleepless nights.. I actually a night person. Since I spend my daytime mostly outside the house, I usually arrive in my bed (after bath and stuff) about 10-ish PM every.single.day . So I kinda  treasure it, my "me time" . When I could happily try out my new clothes (or clothes that I never worn), visit (and periodically cleaning) my shoes, play with my dogs, read books, write blogs, etc. In short, I always sleep over midnight.  Unhealthy? I know. That's why I tried to burn the bad habit little by little. I've promised myself to sleep 12AM max on weekdays. I don't want to show up late on my 7AM yoga classes no more, for God's sake.. It went well until..... My sister "kindly" exacerbate the situation by haunting me with horror stories that she experienced in her room.. Sound of little girl cycling upstairs on wee hours is the least thing I wanna hear before my beauty s

i'm sorry daddy

for banging the door roughly whenever i was in deep anger and upset for broken the mirror in my closet simply because i'm too clumsy for things that i and my dogs done that broken things in your house cos i was too lazy to cleaned up the mess that i and my sister did cos i didn't pay too much attention to our garden. i never did actually  ..... oh how i can go on and on till Thursday. Oh how i've made too many mistakes. i'm so sorry... I feel mad guilty cos now i know how hard you work for your house, that later we called ours. how every drop of sweat and blood makes our house how hard you earned the money to build our shelter. the clock is ticking, Dad. i square off to hailed my future that has been laid in front of me.. your daughter is currently struggling to build the house of her dream, along with her man who will later replace your role to take care and protect her. we're working our ass off and putting a lot of love into it, and i know you were too. a

nothingness

oh no, i hope i'm not turning into that kind a person whom obsessed about marriage and its complexity. well at least i'm not starting a new web page just to show off discuss her marriage as it common recently. despite the three hours max  party, i'd love to dig deep about what's the true meaning of marriage itself cos lately i've heard some stories about women who traded her love for money.  it's not that bizzare obviously,many women willing to sacrifice their love for just a mater of blings. the imagination of unwind in a big fancy house, riding a sport car, and toting an exotic leather purse with towering shiny heels ruining the core of marriage itself, LOVE .  what's marriage without love? it's nothingness .  i complained about my mother so much in this blog, but as i live and breath, she never push me to date some random filthy rich guy. and i thank god for that. no matter how she shut my mouth throughout the years, but i still have a freedo

what I learned from the MET

The Costume Institute Gala or known as Met Ball (or moreover, people often nicknamed it as the "Oscars of the East Coast") is an annual ball that celebrates the annual opening of the Metropolitan Museum's (hence, the Met) fashion exhibit at the Costume Institute. Unlike the evening rivals from the West Coast (Vanity Fair Oscar Party) who have more Hollywood people, the MET fulfilled with people from fashion industry and style magazine as well. The event has been an annual affair at the Met since 1948, but it has been held in different parts of the museum over the years. The Met Ball hosted by Vogue, is considered as "the fashion world's best red carpet event" by some fashion experts. Each year the event has a theme This year’s theme: “Schiaparelli & Prada, Impossible Conversations,” which is, according to The New York Times, “saluting an imaginary exchange between two feminist designers.” It will explore similarities between Ella Schiaparelli