I've met a man that's made his dream come true and it made me cry

The couple behind Original Production were in London this summer for the Sonisphere Festival. They organise events, such as music concerts and family shows, in Indonesia. These two have brought Beyoncé, Dionne Warwick, Bon Jovi, Air Supply and many other acts to Jakarta. 

When Tommy Pratama was a kid he'd dreamed of this job and even got in dentention for drawing promo posters he'd dreamt up. There was this one time (his wife told us as he sat quietly/shyly for it seemed like this wasn't the first time she'd told the tale) when his friends in class were telling him to put the drawings away or he'd get in trouble. He was drawing a poster saying that Deep Purple and Scorpions were putting on a concert in Jakarta. His teacher snatched it off his desk, laughed at what he'd drawn, saying that it'd never happen, and gave him detention. Some years later he organised this very concert and a kid that was in that class with him was in the audience, found Tommy and hugged him to congratulate him for achieving his dream. While Tommy had actually forgotten all about that incident.

When the dream is gone the world is a lonelier place

I should probably be ashamed for having found the title of this blog on a post on LookBook..

But if I hadn't found the line you'd probably have to wait a while longer before I told you my plans. meh.

So.. did I tell you that I'm going to spend a year studying in Tokyo?  I fly out September 13th at 9:10 in the morning and I hope that my brother and sister will get up ready enough to come see me off at the airport, especially since I'm sure they'll be able to get to school in time afterwards. Maybe they could nap on the way. I have a 4 hours stop over in Abu Dhabi and will land at Narita Airport around lunchtime. Then I must send my luggage to my dorm and take a Skyliner to Ueno where I will meet someone from the hospitality team and will be escorted to my dorm in Toda Koen. I'll be living some 45 minutes away from uni. The journey time includes the walk to the station, changing trains and walking to uni.

I have two weeks off around Christmas and New Year's, and I'm hoping some friends studying abroad for the year will come visit me or I may go visit them. I have a month off from mid-February to mid-March and I'm going home for about a week. During this week I will visit Kent: sit in on anth lectures with Clare and Matt, have dinner with some friends and give them gifts. Then during half term I will fly out to Tokyo with my family. My year ends in July and I have one more year at Kent.

Since the 2011-2012 year at Kent will be my last, next summer will be the last opportunity for me to work at Walt Disney World in Florida under their scheme for interntional college students. I need to put a CV together as soon as I can, post it off to the appointed recruitment agency and hope they can arrange for my interview to take place while I come back in February.

Then after I graduate I want to spend a year with the JET program as an assistant in schools helping children practise their English speaking. This way I'll have two awesome referees to add to my CV and will be able to apply for working with Camp America.

Paris Hilton makes me want to wear perfume =]

     At a red light on Sunset, I lean over and kiss her and she puts the car into second and speeds up. On the radio is a song I have already heard five times today abut hum along to anyway. Blair lights a cigarette. We pass a poor woman with dirty, wild hair and a Bullock's bag sitting by her side full of yellowed newspapers. She's squatting on a sidewalk by the freeway, her face tilted toward the sky; eyes half-slits, because of the glare of the sun. Blair locks the doors and we're driving along a side street up in the hills. No cars pass by. Blair turns the radio up. She doesn't see the coyote. It's big and brownish gray and the car hits it hard as it runs out into the middle of the street and Blair screams and tries to drive on, the cigarette falling from her lips. But the coyote is stuck under the wheels and it's squealing and the car is having difficulty moving. Blair stops the car and puts it in reverse and turns the engine off. I don't want to get out of the car, but Blair's crying hysterically, her head in her lap, and I get out of the car and walk slowly over to the coyote. It's lying on its side, trying to wag its tail. Its eyes are wide and frightened looking and I watch it start to die beneath the sun, blood running out of its mouth. All of its legs are smashed and its body keeps convulsing and I begin to notice the pool of blood that's forming at the head. Blair calls out to me, and I ignore her and watch the coyote. I stand there for ten minutes. No cars pass. The coyote shudders and arches its body up three, four times and then its eyes go white. Flies start to converge, skimming over the blood and the drying film of the eyes. I walk back to the car and Blair drives off and when we get to her house she turns on the TV and I think she takes some Valium or some Thoraine and the two of us go to bed while "Another World" starts.

I read a large portion of Bret Easton Ellis's Less Than Zero as I made my way to Steve's, some 2 hours away by Underground, and I was almost in tears as I read this passage. It was also very sad to see that all the grass everywhere had turned brown due to the heat and lack of rainfall. Even the Chase, the nature reserve near where Steve lives was all brown but for the trees dotted around.

I'm sitting at the end of a tree branch hoping that it'll break cos I'm now too scared to let go. Beneath is a trampoline and it will bounce me beyond the acorns that I can't pick, and I will see what is on the other side of the hill. You should've blindfolded me and left me on a clifftop. After sipping the flask of hot chocolate I'd finally make my way down to the watermill where I would rearrange the pebbles in the stream to read 'salt & vinegar'.

Anyways, on the train yesterday I found a map of the British Museum and it has a list of the times of the 'eyeOpener tours': 'free short tours (30-40 minutes each) introducing different areas of the Museum's collection'. These occur daily. I intend to attend at least one each week. Please do let me know if you're interested in coming along with me =] I'm flexible with weekdays