the observatory

its funny when you have a CCTV to guard a public "art" - when your art is already out from the public - its up to the public to act - react upon it.  If you dont like - then name do a "private" art. Seriously i had enough of this graffiti's popping up all over the place and have people "float" in front for a couple of instagram likes...... bear in mind graffiti art are meant to be rebellious, anonymous and meant to instill response - reaction......just like how Banksy's work. ( its ironic when people purchased his work for millions now ). So to the "artists" who have their heart broken due to someone "graffiti-ed" their work......let me show you........................the mighty Lascaux. the age where real man hunt for food instead of calling waiting for food delivery. ok children...papa need to hunt this tomorrow... hunting class - 30 credit hours.

late Tom in action "Rachel – if you want a pet, then you can go have a dog. But not those dumb miniature chihua-hua crap….its annoying" Prologue Charlie 1 I wasn’t born yet. Our family got a house cat. Named Charlie - one of those rare few furries loved and cared by mum. Charlie doesn’t fail to “meow” every day to wake my brothers at the exact 6:30 am in the morning.  He will sleeping away in the weekend.  Our family moved from Limbongan to Banda Hilir, mum didn’t carried Charlie to the new house – he got merajuk , mum worried sick as he didn’t come back home.  He returned 3 days later.  Charlie got unto an argument with another stray cat, got injured. Back those days, there is no such thing as vet. Dad tried to nurse him, failed and did what is best an army officer could do. By throwing him away. Mum cried for good bloody 2 weeks. my dad - who slapped communist arse for a living. Charlie II Fast forward