collages of moi

Vintage popart I guess. And I heart it much with the colors and its composition. All I've done just bring all the backgrounds and the cut-outs picture in a what-so-called COLLAGE. It's one of my favorite things to do, though. Well, I've started to make it since juniorhighschool. I cut random posters from many different mags and put it all together on the wall. But, I already remove them. It's soo last century. LOL. So I've planned to make new one since 3 months ago but it became real just few days ago. It's all because when I found Polyvore. It's the simplest way to make collage even better !! And when I got bored with that, I simply recognized my neglected real-to-make collage. LOL.

Whoop! Finally, my mission accomplished. I finished the 3 wall collages after producing a lot sweats--new way to exercise. It costs quite much energy because it needs a lot of moves. Also it needs our right-brain to put them all together on the right composition. Well, maybe mine is not really in a good composition. But I am pleased enough. And relieved. These pictures below has taken a few minutes ago with my mum's camera phone. So, they arent in a good quality even after I've touched them up with Photoshop. Sorry. -_-".

P.S : The last collage was the hardest because it's huge. Seriously. And it was collapsed. Twice. So I had to start it over again. Added a lot more tapes to be sticked perfectly. Now I am pleased and satisfied. :)

Alma short animation movie

so interesting and cute and also creepy :3

quoting quote

"It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes, and softens down the temper... so cry away" --idontknow

walking on a dream

Hey yooo, people :D It's been a great day, isn't it??? How's your dream?? Mine's great. You know what. I had a dream about OBAMA! he talked to me. In English. But I forgot. All that I noticed was wondering how tall he is. tee-hee* :D
I don't know what it means but I'm quite sure that's a good sign. Perhaps. I hope. And..ohh.. I've ever dreamed about Soekarno (1st Indonesian's great President) and also Pope (former pope that have already died). So what's that suppossed to mean? Am I gonna be a leader?-- whiches not sooo me. hmmmph. curious curious. But, one thing I've noticed is :

P.S : Omg omg.. right now I'm experiencing dejavu, guys. RIGHT NOW. This dream is about a month ago. And I truly remember told this to my friend. Haha. What a dreamer.

the sweetest of the sweet couple

Happy Monday everyone!
Time for you to lift your butt off the bed and the back to world of reality, except me. haha. Holiday-land still calling me and persuade me to forget all the problems, do crazy-hell-yeah thingy and fully use my right-brain . LOL.

So dear people, we still could smell this romantic Valentine's Day as it passed through us. I do 'heart' love story. Maybe everyone does. With all the fairy tales and almost impossible idea about 'happily ever after'. I still feel err..optimist for having my upcoming true love prince, soulmate, and whateva you named it.

Speaking of true love, I had this love story below as one in million. They've married for couple of days and separated for 60 years!!! What a pure and sweet couple. Maybe some of you had heard about it. They are Anna Kozlov and Boris from Siberia. Here's the story :

When Anna Kozlov caught sight of the elderly man clambering out of a car in her home village of Borovlyanka in Siberia, she stopped dead in her tracks, convinced her eyes were playing tricks.

There, in front of her, was Boris, the man she had fallen in love with and married 60 years earlier. The last time she had seen him was three days after their wedding, when she kissed him goodbye and sent him off to rejoin his Red Army unit.

By the time he returned, Anna was gone, consigned by Stalin’s purges to internal exile in Siberia with the rest of her family as an enemy of the people. They left no forwarding address.

Frantic, Boris tried everything he could to find his young bride, but it was no good. She was gone.

Now, more than half a century later, they were reunited, an extraordinary coincidence leading them both to return to their home village on the very same day.

“I thought my eyes were playing games with me,” Anna said. “I saw this familiar looking man approaching me, his eyes gazing at me. My heart jumped. I knew it was him. I was crying with joy.”

Now 80 years old, Boris had returned to visit his parents’ grave. As he stepped out of the car, he looked up to see Anna standing by her old house, where they had lived for the few days after the wedding.

“I ran up to her and said: 'My darling, I’ve been waiting for you for so long. My wife, my life...’”

They stayed up all night, talking about everything that had happened to them and the cruel circumstances that tore them apart. They met when he was secretary of the Young Communists and had to make a speech in the village.

Afterwards, she was standing there in a circle of friends, but he had eyes only for her. Her father had been purged by Stalin before the war for refusing to work in a collective farm, but Boris did not care. She was too beautiful for words. “I loved her and would always defend her,” he recalled.

So the romance blossomed. When he came home from the front, she was always there, waiting. In 1946, they married. Three days later, he had to return to his unit. “We kissed goodbye - but I never expected we wouldn’t see each other for more than half a century,” Anna said.

Like her father, she was branded an enemy of the people and forced with the rest of her family into internal exile in Siberia.

“I threatened to commit suicide rather than go because I couldn’t live without him,” she said, “but in the end I was forced to go. It was the most miserable time of my life.”

On his return, Boris was distraught. “She was always waiting for me when I came home, but this time there was no sign of her,” he said. “Nobody knew where they were, or what had happened to Anna. That’s how we lost any track of each other”.

In their new village, Anna’s mother resolved that the girl should remarry. She told her that Boris had remarried. “She said he had forgotten about me - that’s why no letters came.

“I didn’t believe it and I longed for him so much. But one day I got back home from work at a timber plant and my mum had burned all his earlier letters, poems and pictures - including our wedding photographs.

“She told me this other man was coming to meet me - and that I should go out with him, and if I was lucky, he’d marry me. I burst into tears and rushed into the yard. The world turned black for me. I wanted to die and I got a clothes line and went into the hayloft intending to hang myself.

“My mother came in and slapped me in the face and told me not to be so stupid. She persuaded me to go out with this man, Nefed, and gradually he and my mother persuaded me that this was where my future lay.”

Boris, too, finally gave in and re-married. He became a writer, penning a book dedicated to the woman he’d married as a young soldier but only ever spent three nights with.

In time, their respective spouses died. With the demise of the Soviet Union, Anna was once more able to travel home. Then came the chance reunion. “I felt the same when we met last year,” Boris said. “I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Yes I had loved other women when we were separated. But she was the true love of my life.”

He suggested they marry again. Anna resisted, but says he talked her round. “What’s the point, I said, we can just live together they rest of our lives? But he insisted. I never thought I’d be a bride at my age but it was my happiest wedding.

“Since we found each other again, I swear we haven’t had a single quarrel. We’ve been parted for so long and who knows how much is left for us, so we just don’t want to lose time on arguing.”

That's a real sweet couple. They've been suffering and struggling their love for each other. In conclusion, it's all about feeling grateful for everything that you have, including LOVE. You dont want to suffer the regret of losing them. Seriously. Enjoy the time of togetherness. Spread your love around to your family, couple or friends. And you really will deserved the feedbacks and of course PEACEFUL life.

*au revoir C:

Love and Affection day???

lover, I love you by mudrica♥

Do we have to celebrate Valentine's Day whiches all about love?? Do we have to celebrate the love and affection day in just one day?? I know lots of people make Valentine's Day to be the idea of spreading the love you have. Love it or not, couples all around the world will break out their romance--kinda PDA maybe--to show their affections on this day. Well, I'm certainly believe that EVERYDAY is a Valentine's Day whether it's for your couple, parents, friends, even animal and nature. It's basicly in love and affection form.

This video might seen by the most of you. But, it's one of the most touched video ever :). See HERE

brand new look

Hey, y'all people!

It's been a month away from blogging because there's an exam during last month. Well, my blog is currently under contstruction. yippeee!! new header,new template, new background, new sidebar updates, IT'S ALL NEW NEW NEW!! I got the background and buttons from Shabbyblogs . It confused me out to choose the right one because I WANT them all :).

Actually, I had the thought to stop blogging with all people--including me-- move in to TWITTER. Right??? oo yeah, also POLYVORE (i'm fully addicted). However, real problem is that I have no extra time to post with all the college buziness. But I still have weekend to slouch with :)

You know, after a long time, I did the blogwalking ang googling around again, and It hit me when I compared them to my blog. Such a messed up with crowded template, picture, full color fonts. You know "Too much = Too few" means. LOL. So I decided to make all over my blog and it works. It maturer, classier. In conclusion, Le Magnitfique. (narcistic mode).

Hmmph, today in my petit' town, will happen 2 big events--Chinese New Year's eve and Valentine Day's eve--not to mention the SaturdayNight also.hehe. I can see that people use the red&pink theme everywhere I go--I didn't have opportunity to take some pictures :( . FYI, I am celebrating neither of them. I'm just enjoying the long-lasting fireworks everywhere--seriously until dawn--and it obviously more festive than NewYear's eve.

Oh, how I'm lusting for blazers now :) like these :

Bianca cotton-blend blazer

Cropped wool-blend blazer

*au revoir C: