Released : Magic To Stir Men's Blood by Chupa Chups*

As written in, ahem, Billboard Reviews and Amazon.Com :

You gotta raise your champagne glasses, jump to the nearest table and shake your rear ends as you give props to Universal Music for forming the freshest dynamic duo of the year with all of their bubble gum tickling sounds, Chupa Chups. With their new album, Magic To Stir Men's Blood, they're ready to step into the ring to join or beat the likes of Lady Gaga, Robyn, and Pussycat Dolls for the title of dance pop superstars.

Having a passion for dance, music, fashion, and hot bad boys that will make your mothers scream, the duo of early twenty-something South East Asian bombshells, Andhari a.k.a Lolita and Ejannz a.k.a DJ Stilletto, will surely create havoc everywhere they go by bringing an album that is set to blow up big time and should be a major hit. "I know I'm a genius, I'll make Lady Gaga goo goo ga ga on my remix!" DJ Stiletto calmly confirmed in an interview. Being asked how they created such masterpiece, the main singer and song writer of the group, Lolita, shrugged. "It's all in here, deep inside. You should just take time sitting down with a piece of paper and a bottle of Jose Cuervo!".

All the critics and reviews have pointed out Magic To Stir Men's Brain to be one legendary, exciting dance album with major potentials. The lead-off single, Take A Bubble Bath ( With Me ), is a great example of stuck-in-your-head dance floor contagious track that might make you aware not to sing it so loud in public settings with kids and old people around. The hit video has already secured a top spot in many channels and websites, starring a teen heartthrob, Robert Pattinson being chased by girls with shampoos, soaps, brushes, and sponges.

Other tracks in the album are likely to follow the similar patterns on stories about relationships ( I'm Hotter Than Your Woman) , girl stuff ( You Speak Prada?), or partying ( Liquid Courage). Being dissed by their peers on having no substances and messages whatsoever in their songs, the girls only responded with, "They're F-in jealous" statement. Such addicting little divas. Go get their album in the nearest stores NOW.

CHUPA CHUPS's Magic To Stir Men's Blood

Track list :

1. She's Gorgeous, I Hate Her!
2. Party In Whose Pants?
3. Take A Bubble Bath ( With Me )
4. I'm Hotter Than Your Woman
5. Supermassive Black Manolos
6. Liquid Courage
7. Jakarta B*tches Can Shove It
8. Screw Tila Tequila!
9. You Speak Prada?
10. Low Carb Lovin'
11. Not Too Young For You, Sir!
12. Beautiful, Dirty, Rich, Frisky
13. Culo Caliente ( Me Habla Espanol Un Poquito)
14. Bonus Track : Take A Bubble Bath ( With Me ) Malay Pop Remix

* This is written for Twenty Something Writers's Album Cover Writing Prompt. Come and join the fun, the rules for posting are here.

You Get The WRONG Ideas About Me ;)

It's funny how some people in your life, whether old or new ones, seem to be sure about who you are and what you like. They have certain ideas inside their heads about you, and although you may prove them wrong at times, they still will think of you that way.

For most of the people in my life, I'm the baby. It's cute and annoying since I never really behave that way, I don't ask my maid to bring me hot chocolates and tuck me in before I go to bed for example. Unless you count those times when I stubbornly watched Asian horror movies and proceeded to freak myself out and begged any of my family members to sleep with me.

Yes, for them I'm a little girl. Even for my friends who know I love to play pranks on people, or drink until I wiggle like a king-kong. They'll think I'm naughty at that moment but then tweak my nose and call it cute. Like I'm a 2 year old who smears milk and maple syrup on her own face.

Some following facts might help you to know how it's like to be treated like a toddler from time to time :

1. All of my friends thought the car I drive around is a petite pink toy car, instead of a killer SUV that I enjoy to take out on a little road race. Seriously, how do people see me and think pink mini cooper anyway?











2. My mom still likes getting me obnoxious pink cupcakes, although she knows how much I love Muffins better. She wonders why I'm not really into cute food. CUTE FOOD?













3. I went to look for a new pretty dress with a friend a while back. She actually suggested this pink printed bandeau dress, instead of a gorgeous embroidered bustier one. Her excuse was the pink dress would emphasize my cuteness. Wow. Just wow.


















4. I told a guy friend at school I like playing X-Box and he pointed out to me Hello Kitty is not exactly a real game. WTF. He laughed on my face when I said I meant Grand Theft Auto IV.


















5. When I told people I'm a rapper they easily assumed I rap about shaking my pom-pom or worse, shaking my tambourine and get myself a whistlin' - > What does this even mean? Well I do know what that means but you know!

My songs are more like hers :
















Than hers :













Yes, boys. I know you're thinking, "Squee! boobies!".

Now, tell me, what are some big misconceptions about you?

Sunday Blues

I'm feeling pretty mellow right now. Laying on the rug in my room seeing rain pouring down outside *insert mellow song about lost love and heart breaks here* simply because I'm lazy, while at the same time it's also an attempt to avoid my aunt and her kids from out of town whom I don't like mostly because they think :
- I'm a spoiled, arrogant Jakarta bimbo
- I must have no brain because I insist to do my music along with my school. Her kids are never that troubling, you see? Academically perfect with scholarships to Japan and no partying habit
- I have no manner. Well, with them criticizing and complaining about me all the time to my parents, are they seriously expecting me to be in my best behavior?

The feeling is mutual though. I hate them because whenever they visit my family, the woman is always being a suck up to my dad since she knows he'd always give her a fat load of cash along with my driver and a car to take her and her oh-so-perfect sons around town.

I'm pissed. I think you might already get the point so I wont continue tarnishing my precious blog by writing more about them.

Weekend is almost over in this part of the world. Overall, it's pretty exciting and definitely better than the last one. We were thinking about going to watch Defected In The House, Shapeshifters, and Joey Negro in this club Dragonfly last night but finally decided against it. Man, that was such a right decision in the end.

So after dinner and meeting up with some friends for coffee at Senayan City, me and Angga went to Pure for Dhanya's birthday. She's my brother's friend and just turned 17 so many teens were there all bubbly, drunk, and screaming i love you to each other. They're mostly new to club scenes and got over excited. So this old and rusty girl ( haha ) headed to the bar and ordered "the strongest cocktail in the house" to the bartender who smugly smirked and handed me something green which made me lightheaded after a few sips. We ended up sitting with the club owner and his entourage and having tequila shots before bailing to Blowfish.

Blowfish was packed and we met Cessa, her boyfriend, her friends from Bangkok, and my friend Cliff. Bottles of liquors were ordered and everyone seemed to be in a get mood. I felt better instantly as I talked to the girls about Thailand, funny stories, past relationships and everything else. We drank, danced, treated random people like they're our new best friends, got some girl out of the toilet after they threw up. You know, the usual and it was fun. I realized I was tipsy though because there's no way I could be that cozy to new people if I'm fully sober. I'm shy. WHAT? I'm being serious.

Did you have a good weekend?

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Chasing a Lullaby

Sometimes unpredictable things happen late at night when you're lacking of sleep and you find yourself listening to none other than Ciara.

Some late night song, isn't it? I feel like I'm drifting.

Happy weekend!

Someone should shoot my professor.

Happy Friday! My god, all these weeks I've never waited for Friday as much as this.

Mostly because :
- The midterms got me studying until very early in the morning and it made me always tense
- I have a freakin' period
- I had assignments constantly everyday
- I'm isolated from any types of social life due all of those above

Well simply, I was one step closer to become that woman you see talking to herself in the street. *shudder*

Oh, and have I told you how after the last mid test this morning my professor told me to revise my research proposal and submit it back to her? Have I told you when I finished the task she's actually nowhere to be found? Have I told you everyone said she went home? Have I told you I really drove back and forth from school to home to school again to work on it and ran all over the school to look for her?

*insert a wailing full of revenge scream here*

The day got better when I went to Senayan City with Angga to meet my friend Shahnaz and Neo. We ate at this Japanese place before lounging around and browse the shops. Ted Baker actually has dresses I need to get my hands on. Yeah, I do remember I just bought 2 dresses last weekend. Hmph.

But how cute are these?



































They're not expensive too, you see? Me want.

Anyway, they're all talking about hitting the club tonight but I was seriously exhausted, I felt pretty lame that I excused myself to go home. I can't believe I actually prefer watching Chuck on DVD than partying tonight.

Tomorrow, however...;)

Any plans this weekend?

Can I see Dragon Balls?

Warning : This post is geeky. So read my other posts if you can't stand geekiness, or think my geekiness may infect you too.

Today is a national holiday here in Indonesia and I have a day off. Squeeee! I was chillaxing all day and positively in a good mood until I went to the mall with my brother and watched Dragon Ball Evolution.

I always knew before that they damaged the movie already by choosing an American actor to play Goku . WHY? Why Justin Chatwin? Were the movie makers that ignorant to not think that a JAPANESE actor would be capable to play the main character that internationally famous? Some people think it doesn't matter since Goku is an alien anyway and might look a bit different, but can they at least throw a bit of Asianness in him? Half Asian actor maybe? Thanks Fox, for ruining an obvious must for this story.

I couldn't believe the movie is entirely messed up from the beginning until the end though, until I watched it myself. I was never a hardcore Dragon Ball fan like my brother but I know a thing or two about it, it's really big here when I grew up and I heard it's popular everywhere else in the world too. I know we can't expect movie adaptations to be exactly the same with the original story, but this is way too far off.

More examples :

- Other horrible casts
Seriously, no Japanese main actors in the movie. What's up with that? We ( at least Asians) can certainly differ Chinese, Korean and Japanese people. Maybe it's tolerable in other movies, but it shouldn't be tolerable here. Chow Yun Fat? Joon Park? Jamie Chung? Were the casting directors stoned? No wonder this movie is banned in Japan.

- Awful actings and character misrepresentation
Goku is a teen with social issues? From which Dragon ball this is? Master Roshi is a middle age man instead of a really old bald pervert? Bulma is suddenly a cool bad-ass chick with highlighted hair instead of blue one ( the make ups made her looklike a prostitute ) ? Chi Chi is suddenly a major tease? Poor Chow Yun Fat, the movie made him seem like a crappy actor.

- Bad effects
The kamehameha really fails. When Goku turns into Oozaru should he at least be as big as a mountain instead of looking like a werewolf? The dragon looks like something that comes out of a Tamagotchi game. All the battles made scratching your butt more interesting. Sorry. FAILS.

- Shitty scripts in general
Goku goes to a SCHOOL and get bullied by popular boys. He's cocky and wants to fit in by the way, and he went to a HOUSE PARTY. Grandpa Gohan who's real strong and taught Goku a lot of things died because the effin house collapsed on top of him. And oh, have I mentioned it's so easy for Goku to finally beat the evil master Picollo? Enough said.

- Overly fast plots
Picollo got all the Dragon Balls in the first hour. The final battle is probably around 3 minutes long. No explanations on who the characters actually are or what place they live in. You know, not everyone watching this is actually a fan, can at least they make the movie to be more understandable? The budget is around 100 million dollars for god's sake, imagine how many Hermes bags we could buy with it instead of using it to produce a vomit inducing movie.

I haven't found a single good review on this movie whether in magazines, newspapers, or internet. I don't think a Dragon Ball fan should watch it either, bad for blood pressure you know?

I do LOVE how Zac Bertschy from Anime Network reviewed the movie though, these sentences are very spot on :

"...A bunch of talentless hacks with studio money slapped together a big steaming pile of baffling garbage that fails utterly on every possible level and will please no one at all.."

"...It's a clunky, tiresome, badly executed, horribly written pile of shame that deserves no quarter..."

"...It might be fun when you're hammered and surrounded by friends. Or suicidal, and need something to push you over the edge..."

I rest my effin case.



ps. Has anyone watched it and actually liked it? Share some thoughts, you guys.

pss. Some people are actually surprised I watched Dragon Ball. Prejudicing much?

psss. Sorry for the cursing too, really. I'm usually harmless *batting eyelashes*.

on TMI & my parents over-Asianness

Let me warn you before I begin that this post isn't for the faint of heart.

Don't read it while you're eating either.

Ready?

I woke up this morning and was severely disturbed because there's no more pads ( lady diapers if you please ) in my drawer. This is my 2nd day of period and ladies you know what that means. I began to be crankier and asked my mom if she had any left. She searched her cabinet and found nothing since she thought we still have a lot of them. She told me to go get it in the nearby stores since she's busy packing for a trip out of town today.

The thing is, I had massive cramps. I told my poor innocent dad, who was having breakfast by the way, that we're running out of pads and I needed them immediately.

He said he'd tell our errand boy to go get it right away.

I told him not to because I would be embarrassed and we would embarrass the guy if we asked him that. The maids in the house couldn't get it because they're working and the store is far enough to walk to, and they couldn't drive or ride a bike. It had to be my dad. He was sulking big time but he loves me so he left.

I chilled on the couch with my mom who was worried because I was paler than Edward Cullen and curled up in a complicated position to hold in my tummy. She gave me mild pain killers and the effect hadn't kicked in yet. My dad arrived 10 minutes later and settled a box of tampon on the table. My mom looked at him in horror and this conversation happened between them.

Mom : Why are you buying her this?

Dad : I thought she needs it because she has lady problem right now and she needs to change.

Mom : Why don't you buy her pads?

Dad : Because there are a lot of them and I wouldn't know what to get. And I remember she bought this when she went monthly shopping with me.

I froze on the couch. My mom gave me the look of death.

Mom : Andhari..

Me : *crickets*

Mom : ANDHARI, ARE YOU NOT A VIRGIN?

For the love of Jimmy Choos and Marni dresses.

She proceeded rambling to my dad that only non virgins use tampons because apparently they can break the hymen ( sorry for using the word, peeps. ) so my dad began to look shocked too. Hell was about to break loose in any minute.

I mustered a very innocent expression then, explaining to them I had no idea that tampons are evil. While of course, looking hurt for being accused that way. Their expressions were softened afterward. Well, what kind of strict Asian parents wouldn't be happy to know their daughter is still a delicate little flower after all? Haha. I swear a simple hug from a guy could make my mom flinched.

I thought I dodged a bullet right there.

But then my mom stopped me. For the talk. Last thing I remember I'm already 21 years old.

FML.

This is...My Reality Show!

I'm excited when I woke up today and realized that it's Tuesday. It means another exciting opportunity to compose another This is... post, you guys! If you haven't known what it's all about yet, check here for details. Your participation will always be welcomed.

I'm the host of the week, which means I'm the one choosing the topic and the theme of the week is : Reality Show. You have to write about what kind of reality show you would make if you're in charge of it, with you as the main star / main host. Challenging?

This conversation happened the other day with my best friend Jemmima, who reads my blog religiously and calls me as often although she's clearly in a different continent ( love you! ) :

Me : So I have to write about what reality show I wanna make tomorrow.

J : I KNOW! What are you going to write? I thought up lots of ideas when I read it.

Me : I don't know, the one showing my daily live, too The City? Or maybe something like The Bachelorette but that's pretty boring though. I'm not hosting a show with people all mushy and crying because their hearts get broken. Even though we can require only hot men to be in it and compete for a woman.

J : Yum hot men. How about making them compete to be a woman's sex slave?

Me : WHAT? *laughing uncontrollably*

J : Yes, so in each episode we have 5 or more contestants compete each other for a night with a woman, you know. They have to do all kinds of challenge against each other.

Me : OH, like wrestling! Or modeling?

J : Gogo dance wearing uniforms on top of the stage in crowded clubs. Hello, firemen!

Me : Car wash...Cooking contest..

J : SEXY! Also topless volleyball on the beach...

Me : Wow.

J : Only hot men though. Sounds appealing? And you get to be the host.

Me : The winner sleeps with the woman?

J : Yes...

Me : That would make our show get a very high rating and contestants, I bet. I wonder what it would be called...

J : The Nympho!















Samantha Jones would be proud of her. I bet that kind of show will make me super rich.

However, I might be axed by a lot of people and reviews too. It might be blocked in some countries and shot with protests. Words like "Giving bad influences", "Degrading", and "Destroying a generation" would be used. Like I care. But still, yikes.

So if I have to go normal with my reality show, it would be called The In Crowds. It's inspired by D'Makaveli, the party organizer in which I'm a live performing artist.

Basically it'd be a competition between two different groups every week. They have to make an event ( a party event, obviously ) in the same night, with the same theme, only in different venues either clubs or even other unique places in town that have been chosen for them.

A panel of judges consist of :
- a figure in night life business
- a prominent lifestyle editor
- a well known party promoter, and
- a different guest of celebrity or it boy / girl every episode
will rate several things : the crowds, the details, the decorations, the entertainment, the music, and of course their creativities to twist ,play, and add something fresh to the theme.

The winner of course, will get the prize of HUGE amount of money and a full paid trip to any party destinations in the world of their choice. Ibiza? Cancun? Sao Paolo? Anywhere.

More partying and traveling for me too, I guess, if I'm the host. See the appeal here? I'm sold.

What kind of reality show would you be creating if you get to be the main star or the host?

Monday Madness in Lolita's World

My Monday so far consists of these following things :

- Feeling dizzy for not sleeping all night working on school work which I didn't really finish.

- Literally passed out on my bed for a couple of hours nap when it's not even 2 PM yet.

- Woke up around the afternoon just to feel better for 5 seconds before I realized I have a Law Philosophy homework due tomorrow and an Environmental Law mid test. I'm now reading the slides because I can't possibly cram 200 pages of the book in a day. Ironic, seeing how I finished the thickest Harry Potter book less than 12 hours. Maybe because there's no flying enchanted things and toe flavored beans in this school book of mine, only ISO this and ISO that. How about ISO dead? :(

- Craving Coldstone ice cream. Especially the one with cookie dough, caramel, and fudge in it. Wow. That was detailed, I think it's almost that time of the month, isn't it, ladies?

As you can see, obviously, I changed my blog layout again. I'm just that easily bored and I've been wanting a purple-colored blog with a cute girly header. I always like Wordpress themed blogs too with multiple link tabs and spacious post areas. I never NOT find it easy to read wordpress blogs. However, it's harder to operate so I stick with blogger. Maybe it's just me though. Because once a Wordpress blog is fully pimped, it will be uber gorgeous. If you wanna see some examples, check these great blog design websites here, here, here, and here. You might wanna get one yourself, the price is worth it.

I haven't ordered one from any of those services though, I'm still being stubborn to try and pimp my blog by myself. It has flaws, of course, but I still love it.

So yeah, I spent my Sunday morning tweaking blog design and being geeky enough it took my mom to call me and ask me if I wanna have a dinner and shop. Apparently I can never say no to those. Hello, new dresses, a new pair of shoes and a new scarf.

And hello you, how was your weekend?

ps. some douchebag just screamed at the comment saying about I lied about designing this layout. Did I ever say I design it? No, I said I tweaked and modified it myself. People are weird. The original one is on Bloggerstyle and available to be downloaded by everyone. HA! People tweak blogs a lot everywhere, freaks.

pss. I can't totally create a design from scratch but I'm learning.

Pictures worth a thousand fun!

I have nothing much to blog at the moment, and it's the weekend anyway. My posts are likely going to be ignored due to people missing from the blogosphere on a Saturday. Kidding.

Weekend is important, you guys. You're doing it wrong then it's possible that you're gonna be a very pissed off person for the following days, no ? I wish everyone a great one.

And I know you've seen too many pictures of me already but here are some more taken at yesterday's gig ( I like to pretend that people like if I post pictures ) :

Just out of curiosities / nosiness, what's everyone's dance song at the moment? It can be hiphop, reggaeton, house, or any types of music really. I need to update my car playlist so I wont be too bored and stay active during traffic jams. It's worth the extra honks from other drivers, not to mention old women flipping you off.

I effin love Jakarta.

Love,

TGIF indeed!

Living in Jakarta daily is hectic, so many things to do and so little time. My everyday life so far is crazy but still manage-able. It's usually filled with classes, school work, and music but I can always have the time to chill and have fun unlike a lot of busy people in the city. I suspect that's because I haven't graduated and have full time job yet ( No don't say 'good for you', I'd rather work than stay in school' ). However, yesterday I got to experience a very fast paced day where I had to be always on the go, always do something while dealing with the insanity that is Jakarta.

Yes, yesterday was my brother Danny's 17th birthday and another Coast to Coast event by D'Makaveli to handle with : Stage, microphone, spotlights. Sounds good?

I had a very long class at school that I had to cut in the middle because I had to go for a sound check.

I had to handle my mom screaming over the phone because our cook forgot to order the birthday cake. I made a call to this local cake shop to have it delivered but they had no proper birthday cake available for such a late order so I told my mom we had to be okay with Strawberry cheesecake. She's still pissed, but finally okay with it.

I had to see my cook actually panicking because my mom hadn't told her we would have more families over for my brother's birthday dinner so I told my driver to get extra food from this Chinese restaurant everyone in the family happens to like.

I, along with D'Makaveli guys, had to wait for a couple of hours for a sound check because the people we hired for sound and decorations weren't being professional by coming on time and bringing the exact thing we wants. Resulting some lights and drapes could not be installed, while people running around for the batteries for our wireless microphones. Oh, have I mentioned one of the girls we had to àrrange things with was extremely bitchy?

I was stuck with a long traffic jam with Angga because it's Friday and there was a presidential campaign along the streets. My mom and dad called me on the phone asking where I was because people have come for the birthday dinner while I was MIA.

No time to breath and stop to think or chill at all. But I think yesterday was fantastic.

I got to meet a lot of my families for my brother's birthday family dinner. It's nice after a long day of being tired and starving to be home and see a lot of deliciousness in the dining room table, and uncles and aunts who think you're awesome and keep telling you how pretty you are. Haha.















The gig was awesome! A lot of people came to Blowfish. They bumped to my new song and threw their hands up in the air. They clapped when I finished and I felt like bursting into tears. I danced with some of my girl friends almost all night and lost count of how many drinks I downed. It sounds cheesy but I felt like I'm on top of my game last night and that is such a nice feeling.

The walk to my room after getting off the car was of course funny. I found it hard to change clothes, walked to my bed, let alone wash my face. I woke up with throbbing pain in my head but it's worth it.





























I will upload more pictures after people upload them in Facebook for me to steal, as usual. ;)

Did anyone have a good night?

HOLY EFF!!!

I just knew NOW that this video of my favorite guilty pleasure song at the moment is already out!!! Like I haven't talked about him enough already!! This is baaaaaad!!!

Watch, dance, discuss.



Now excuse me I have to wash my face before i jump on the couch and meneate* some more. Who's with me?

ps. *Spanish slang for waggle the hips or the butt in circular motion, different with shaking in case you don't know. This girl watches too many reggaeton videos. Sad, I know.
pss. The latina models are hot by the way, if I had their bodies I'm going to town!!!
psss. You roll your eyes, don't you?

I'll keep you updated, Twitter / Facebook style!

Lolita at the moment :

...is nervous but excited at the same time about D'Makaveli's event tomorrow at Blowfish and Puro.
I'm gonna be performing my latest song Lolita's Playground for the first time too, nerve wrecking! Most of the people who're invited have already RSVP'd and said they'd bring their signature shades. Yes, it's a shades party, you guys! We have lasers and killer lightings sicker than Usher's Love In This Club video. It'll pretty much be crazy. So if any of you happen to be in town, leave me a message for a guestlist or say Andhari / Tila at the door.

...is loving her new Chloe dress.
It's blue-ish green, simple but pretty. I'm hooked on the mixture of the colors, it came with a belt but I'm not really feeling it so either I wont wear it with a belt at all or mix and match it with other belts I own. I know guy readers will roll their eyes but this girl is giddy so don't make me send you articles of sequins and satins, or why women will forgive you faster if you send them Manolo Blahnik(s) instead of flowers and chocolates.

...is still thinking of how funny a fight this morning was.
No, no, I didn't get in a fight. You think I'm by any chance violent? *batting eyelashes*. I saw a motorcycle hit another motorcycle at a u-turn while I was driving. Apparently one stopped too late. The guy who's hit was so furious he just left his bike on the side of the road and started hitting the other man with his helmet. So of course the other man was mad too because he tried to apologize so then he too, fought back with his helmet. They got separated by securities. People were amused when I wrote this on my status since that was so Indonesia of the men. Well at least they fought with helmets, not sandal jepit ( Indonesian flip flops ).

...is currently chillin with her brothers.

Seriously we haven't done this in a while : three of us hanging out in bed watching a movie. It was so nice. Tonight's pick was Madagascar 2. My baby brother is a fan of Moto-Moto, so am I lately! The movie got its teaching values you know. I told my brother that although female rhinoceroses would take "Damn girl, you're huge" as a compliment, DONT EVER SAY that to any female human. This you know, right boys? Don't tell the girls they're curvy or voluptuos either! Not all girls will take it as a compliment. Some will smack your head and interpret it badly, including me. I don't care if it means I'm overly sensitive :P. My brothers will thank me later.

What's up with you at the moment? :)

A late This is...My Creative Space!

I know, I know, I should publish my this is...post every Tuesday instead of Wednesday, and I'm so sorry. But pinky swear, I was swamped with 3 assignments yesterday to take any pictures. I could bake you cookies to show you how sorry I am, but I'm afraid I will burn the entire kitchen down.

This week's host is the famous Carina the Blogarina herself and she wants us to show the world our creative space. I don't have one particular space, since I can get creative everywhere. On my bed, in my shower, in my living room, in my car, etc.

Oh that sounds wrong. Apparently I shoot innuendos just like unicorns shoot rainbows out of their *beepbeep*.

I'll get my head straight now and show you guys where I get creative( inspiration-wise ) then, these are where I operate : do homework, make songs, write blog posts, come up with genius plans to take over the world, etc.

1. My study room
I think I posted pictures of it in my previous post on desk tag, along with the picture of my bed which is also a creative space for me. But well, here it is again. My study desk, where I properly study, make my assignments, write and be creative about it.














2. The desk in my bedroom.
Seriously, this is more of a mess than my study desk. Everything is here. My school books, my journals, my notes, my study materials, random papers with lyrics written on them, my laptop, books I read for pleasures, magazines, chargers, old stereo. Well, let me tell you, I'll be the winner if there's an award on messiest desk. I'll be cleaning all these this week and this is actually where to get creative when I have to make new songs. I listen to beats and everything on my laptop. Sometimes I even record it before I go to the studio.













3. Living room
My music or writing creativity usually starts here. I lay around on the couch or on the carpet with no pens, papers, books, or laptops just simply chill. Sometimes even watch movies or TV shows then ideas just pop in my head. Just like that and it's when I proceed to run for either of my desks to write them out.














What and where is your creative space, lovelies? Tell me all about it.



ps. I'm pointed to be the host for This is... tag next week and my topic is "MY REALITY SHOW". No, it's not about any reality shows you like. I want you to imagine if you're signed to make any reality show of yourself ( you have to be the main star ). What would you call it? How do you picture the show is going to be? ? Would it be like The Hills / The City, where it would picture your life with all its dramas on friendship and love? Would it be like The Bachelor/ette? Or my personal favorite, would it be like A Shot Of Love with Tila freakin' Tequila, where you get straight men and bisexual / lesbians destroy each other for your attentions? or else? Describe, be creative.

pss. Don't tell me you're not tempted with the above topic. Join all of us in This Week...tag if you haven't already. We have cookies. No scratch that. We have booze.

psss. This is yours truly getting creative today. Pardon the messy hair and sleepy face.

Blogosphere rules ;)

Hello, blog buddies!

I bet you're familiar with lists of rules that have been passed everywhere in internet. Mostly they're for comedy purposes. You know : rules for men, rules for women, rules to survive high school, rules for pranking your boss, rules for spicing up your sex life which are scary sometimes especially if they involve vegetables. I don't wanna get into details on the last one. The images are too much for this little Indonesian Innocent ( woot! ).

Well if you're unfamiliar with all these, I clearly should spend less time wandering around the internet and focus on more important things like my homework, the fact I should make more songs, or get myself a new iguana, no?

Anyway, I came to to this hilarious list from The Dog Yard blog. Maybe some of you have read these too?

Here are 10 ways to make your fellow bloggers hate you :

1. Make an account at MyBlogLog ( or 20SB or other blog community sites ) and start spamming everyone by leaving a message that says: “Great site, visit mine http://www.yourblog.com/”.
2. Go on every blog you find and post a comment that says “Great entry, visit my blog http://www.yourblog.com/”.
3. Join forums and add your wise comments to each thread “I agree, visit my blog http://www.yourblog.com/”.
4. Join Blogging to Fame and beg for fames: “Loved your site, fame mine”.
5. Make a video of yourself blabbing about the weather and don’t forget to say “Visit my blog http://www.yourblog.com/”.
6. Submit your entry every day to every social bookmarking site you know and don’t forget to ask for votes from the members : “Pls. digg http://www.yourblog.com/entry/”.
7. Collect contact information from all the authority bloggers and email them every day. It doesn’t matter what you say. Just don’t forget to tell them “Visit my blog http://www.yourblog.com/”.
8. Request links from everyone like: “I like your blog, link to mine http://www.yourblog.com/”.
9. Copy content from everyone without giving credit, but link to the original source so that the author knows that you’ve copied the article. Eventually say at the end of the article “You are not allowed to republish this without my permission.”
10. To make the picture complete, make every link you ever place in every entry you ever write a link to one of your affiliate programs that make you money.

You see where I'm getting at? I almost snorted on my iced tea.

Anyone has any ideas to add to the list? Spill it below, lovelies!



ps. I clearly don't do all those above ( or try to not do all those above ) on account that I want all of you awesome readers to love me.

pss. You do right?