Formed by its User Into a Second Skin, Naked, and Personal

I don't know much about what is going on in fashion, neither am I, a heavy fan of denim. But I strongly believe that a guy must never wear an ill-fitting pair of jeans. To be frank, It always bugs me, when a friend of mine wears a pair of jeans with a really wide leg opening, no matter stand out his personality is. One may also come up with the glamour high-fashioned brands, like calvin klein, prada and blablabla, but (at least for me) those glamour brands generally won't work best for denim. I know they came up with the god and goddesses' casual and formal looks, they got big fashion shows and everything, but jeans is a whole lot different thing. As the line goes, the love of jeans is a passion shared by everyone who mourns a pair of worn out jeans as a close friend, cause jeans, have a natural built-in dream and attitude.

I'm not the best denim user ever existed, but I know that to determine one's jeans' size, he should first know how he wants to wear it, high or low. Next, what kind of denim that best suits his leg, tight or oversized. And last, he should also consider the fabric of a denim, is it rigid or super stretchy, so he wouldn't get a super skinny cutting for a rigid denim. Mind you, those I mentioned are needed to only find the size. There are other things to consider to get a good overall looking pants, however, I really think that the sizing and the cutting, is the most crucial thing of all. So you see, making a personally customized jeans is not necessarily important, cause we have got to get all aspects in balance. But despite all that stuffs, some people can be lucky enough to intuitionally pull a perfect looking denim. While me, I used to be a bad denim user, so I personally learned the hard way (not saying I got the best denims now either).

Those four pairs of jeans above are the only jeans I happened to pack from Indonesia, and they were cheap (Irony eh?). Denim is sacred and personal, at least for me. Finding one that satisfied my needs, was never an easy job. I am 6 feet and uber skinny, nothing used to cover my legs in a proportional way. But thanks to my high school fellas who had opened my mind and led me to those four proper pairs of jeans. I love them, though they're not the best brands I may have chosen. I would, of course, get a pair of nudie jeans, but, although 250 CAD is reasonable for the Thin Finn, I still can't afford it.

PS: I completely understand that some of you might be differently opinionated, but no offense, I am just saying.

Another Good Old Thing

I have posted this on my previous blogs, like maybe for more than 5 times. But, I am just never bored to show these photos off, because personally, I love them. I was so passionate when I took them. And, don't you think it's genius, how a non-electronic yet colourful thing, without a battery or a built in flash, can produce such a great vintage photo collection?

For those who haven't heard about it, that adorable analogue device, is actually called Actionsampler, and it's a LOMO. I got the thing 3 years ago from my backpacking trip. I was 15 and I said to myself, I would rather starve than not having that marvellous camera. I was really pleased by how cool it was. I took dozens and dozens of frames. And that now, I still got so many unprocessed rolls burdened in my room.

However, I can't really take pictures with that camera anymore. I don't know, is it because I spilled coffee on it, or Canada's winter got it frozen, It just has been completely broken. But pals, as a friend once said to me, don't be sad because it's over, smile because it happened, So I'm not sad, I'm glad I got the chance to own it!

Hm, I'm thinking for a replacement, what LOMO do you think I should get?

About College

Okay, College has been so great so far. I met lots of cool people. I got some shitty moments either, but, I don't mind them. Anyway, I made an amateur video starring a few of my humber friends. They are awesome! I didn't get to put all people I'd interviewed though. However, you still gotta check it out, below.

Some Humber Friends from krissatya tulus on Vimeo.

One Cool Kid

I am glad that I visited Om Iman's House the other day. If I didn't have gone there, I wouldn't have been friend with this super adorable 9 year old boy. Azhar looks a lot like a chinese kid eh? However, Neither tante Ina nor Om Iman, got a chinese ancestor within their family trees. Azhar is technically an Indonesian, but he can't speak bahasa. It is totally hilarious to watching his parents intensely speak the dense-slang sundanese and he always replies it in canadian english. Oh, I happened to videotape him while I was there.

Chat with Azhar from krissatya tulus on Vimeo.

Get Alone and Have Fun!

The classes of my fall semester ended on December 6th this year and I will start my first winter class on next January 10th. So, this means I got like about three weeks off. It would be really nice to see my family and friends in Indonesia, but unluckily, I couldn't afford to get myself there and back here again. Which made me stay in my college dorm for the whole winter break. And of course, everybody here had went home to celebrate christmas and new year's eve with their families, so it's just me and the person who mans front desk, who are left in this dorm.

At first, I thought I would be super bored and slowly be getting insane. But it turns out that, I have successfully proved a theory saying, however simple one's life is, he would always be busy. In the beginning of my holiday, I spent days and days making the self-made christmas cards for my canadian friends. It was not that hard for sure, but the cutting-papers, the foldings, the drawings and the other elementary-crafting skills, did take like gazillion years (still, I am glad that I got tons of hug as return).

I also got a chance to visit some friends and family's relatives here, each for a day or two, and I got to know them better. I finally watched movies that I had been wanting to watch for so long. I got my laundry done. I finished some novels. And I still got many projects in queue. See, being alone is not so bad after all. But if you still think the opposite, perhaps, you just need to think out of your wired box and look around. You might also get inspired by this interesting youtube video by one of toronto's best cinematographers, Andrea Dorfman. I love one of the ending lines, if your heart is bleeding, make the best of it.

In the meantime, I also managed to make some delicious cookings. If I didn't get forced to cook by myself, I would never know that I actually inherited my mother's culinary skill. LOL.

You see that yummy bolognese

And the steak

And the sushi (with a grass plastic separator that I bought from Walmart) + special milk tea (teh tarik) only from Indonesia

And this fusilli that looks like a brain

I just had the strangest dream in past few weeks. I woke up with a broken heart, though the dream was not even sad at all, it was all happy indeed. But I was sad, really-really sad that I got so blue. A line that kept coming in my head is the quote from post grad (a movie), what you do with your life is only one-half of the equation, more importantly, it is who you're with when you're doing it. 

Few days ago, I posted a list of my lifetime wishes on my tumblr, how I planned to become popular, get into Harvard, travel around the world someday, and blablabla. Now, it just feels so awful to realize that I am such a simple-minded materialist. See, today, I got everything, everything that I wished I had, a macbook, apartment, a scholarship to study abroad. But something is still missing, I am still feeling incomplete. I always thought, maybe, the reason for my incompleteness is that, I don't posses enough materials or luxury. So I kept asking for more and more and more and even more. I kept turning my head at the people who got more things.

Today, I know I have been wrong. I never wished to be happy and that's my problem. I always thought that good things would make me happy, but no. Things wouldn't ever satisfy me. I need people. I need real people who love me, listen to me, and care about me. I learned today that those cool people I admire, were never cool, they just got such cool friends and support system. Then, I looked around, and I discerned that I literally got nobody here. I lost too much friends already. I got so down. Then I randomly rushed to email some friends back home and thanking them for being such a great friends, wishing that we will still keep in touch when we're turning grey (Although my mail app encountered error, so I have no idea whether it got sent or not). 

I really don't want to lose them, cause I know now, they are what really matters in my life.

Boring Pad, I Love You Anyway

technically, you need to swipe this card on 4 doors to enter my room

And last is, the view from my window

Meet The Indonesian-Torontonians

I was really surprised when knowing that a neighbor of mine, back in bandung, actually got some indonesian relatives who have lived in toronto for over 10 years. Having met only one Indonesian, I was more than thrilled for getting invited to Om Iman (my neighbor's cousin) 's home. So last weekend, I had my first subway experience when I headed to Don Mills station, the point where Om Iman promised to pick me up with his fabulous red volkswagen. It took me 4 transits to get there since Om Iman's home is located in northern Toronto, while I am originally based in the south. Well, It was pretty exhausting, I got the, so to say, subway-lag, but, whatever, at least it got me out of my boring and dead-quiet apartment. 

So my visit on recap: I met his wife, who got a dense sundanese accent (despite of her fluent english). The way she talks really reminds me of my mother and my grandma. I met his two children, who were raised in toronto and don't speak bahasa at all. Then, I visited a restaurant that served nasi goreng, ayam goreng, mi goreng, and teh botol (they literally put nasi goreng on their menus, not fried rice). I also visited the best sushi place in toronto (It's best because it is uber cheap). Oh and last thing is, I met Om Iman's big family who happen to have migrated along him years ago.

Final Week

Howdy pals! As tumblr's getting lame and lamer each day, I migrated back to blogspot. It's been ages since last time I posted here. Today, I deleted all previous posts in this blog and changed the blog's url. I wrote those posts in such hideous grammar, I was sick of reading them. So, you're now looking at the brand new Chromatic Greenhorn 2.0.

Talking about 'new', I have been through a quite significant transformation since I graduated from high school. I do feel I'm getting wiser here, and despite my former negative attitudes in high school, I have started fixing myself and got my head on college game. Though it's not perfectly flawless, I managed to get 90-ups average in almost all of my courses. I did work my ass, and I am proud of myself.

This week is the latest week of my first semester, or transcribed as, FINAL EXAM WEEK!! I ain't no losing my average. So, stay tune guys, I promise to come with better stuffs later! cause now I am supposed to be goddam studying for tomorrow's law exam. Haha.

Ciao!