MILK

Written in an hour, shot in five.

Written by Kat.

Shot and edited by ZGI.

Special thanks to Chris and Cat.

Kat: The Event Organizer.

The one in which Kat and the PUZZLE Event Solutions team organizes a star singer performance in a mall atrium.
Now you know what I do… well… a tiny part of it.

The Effects of Alcohol: an experiment.

Meet Putra, Ernest, Harry, and Mel.

Just a short little experiment showing the effects of alcohol on dearest Putra.
The whole point was to ask him the same few questions before he started drinking and after, then to look for how his answers changed.

We might have also had a bit of fun in between.

Burned Out.

A slow one for you…
Burned out. Exhausted. Enervated.
A perfect storm.

Some small things, some not so small things…what they all have in common is my inability to see past my annoyance once I come across it. 
The little things that get under your skin… you know what they are.

Revenge fucks and the opposite of love.
The first: I’ve never done, and plan on never doing.
The second: A release that is, for me, final and irreversible in its nature.

Pool day with the girls… Might make this a weekly thing.

My white half wants to speak my mind, my asian half knows that I shouldn’t (no matter what).
Being a halfie is more complicated than you’d think. We tend to take the middle ground in just about everything, and often times this leaves you “outside the pack.”

My imagination will be the death of me.

And an update which includes a short lesson.

Candids by ZGI.

We never asked.

“Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.” - Phil Donahue

2 young people took their own lives yesterday here in Jakarta, Indonesia. A boy and a girl. Both in malls. Both jumped from great heights. And both did so in front of their parents.

Of course it was an instant sensation with the crackberriers and twitterati here, I won’t deny I, myself, went around and clicked on all the links to see pictures of this boy and girl’s death.

And sure, those of us who still operate under a conscience think “God, why would they do that? Oh the poor parents!”, and everyone else thought “Pathetic. Useless. What a waste. What cowards.”

Suicide sometimes proceeds from cowardice, but not always; for cowardice sometimes prevents it; since as many live because they are afraid to die, as die because they are afraid to live.  - Charles Caleb Colton

How small, the price we put on life. How quickly do we throw up our hands and quit?

Something was different for me though, about this incident. I got a phonecall from my Mom this morning, telling me that the boy that jumped to his death in Senayan City was in fact my cousin. Not a distant 7th cousin twice removed… But, my actual cousin. His name was Reno. I knew him. He knew me. I know his parents. His brothers. I knew him before he became the boy that killed himself.

It puts things into perspective when that boy is not just a desperate boy that felt like going out with a bang. It really sharpens the image when that boy turns out to be someone who was struggling silently, and inwardly, and whom came from the same broken family that you come from. You see it differently when that hysterical, screaming mother at the top floor of the mall is someone you call Auntie. It sends a chill down your spine when you hear your uncle, a grown and strong man, cry and sob uncontrollably over the phone when he finds out that the boy folded on the floor of the lobby of a mall, is his son. His youngest son.

We don’t always know what’s going on in the hearts and minds of our loved ones, and we don’t always stop to ask. But I know that his family loved him the best way they knew how - and he is loved still.

R.I.P. Reno Pardede. I’m sorry we never asked.

Anyone desperate enough for suicide…should be desperate enough to go to creative extremes to solve problems: elope at midnight, stow away on the boat to New Zealand and start over, do what they always wanted to do but were afraid to try. - Richard Bach