We can take it slow, slow (Take it slow babe)*

It started by that little beeping in my cellphone a couple of days ago, telling me I had a message to read from one of my best friends.

"Babe I'm so happy, I officially have a new boyfriend now. He's so romantic, gorgeous and kind. He gives me little surprises, his job is very good and he's smart etc etc *insert sappy new found love story here* "

I'm not a smoker but I didn't know why at that time I felt like lighting up a cigarette, or pour myself a glass or two ( or eight ) of Jose Cuervo. No, not from shot glasses either.

See, a week before the text message she was blubbering and crying from breaking up with her serious ex-boyfriend of 4 and a half years of relationship. Balls and frickin chains. It's the regular My Boyfriend/Girlfriend-is-My-Property kind of relationships at best with so many dramas and tears. With the ex she had faced stuff like running away from home, moving in together, constantly fighting, guy dealing with fist fights because she's being teased by other guy and it ended up all over the TV and papers, taking long trips together, dealing with each other's family issues, adopting puppies together, planning an engagement, finally moving to different countries and failing on a long distance. Yeah, speaking of A LOT of soap opera materials but it's real and I've been a witness through all that. She was devastated and I was there in almost every process. I helped picking up the pieces, putting her back together again.

Then she announced to me something like this? Dating a new guy after a major break up? Not for a rebound purpose either. She told me how much she's ready to commit with the new guy. How they're even ready to "make beautiful babies" together.

Am I exaggerating being so overwhelmed like this? Or it's understandable enough?

You see, this best friend of mine, no matter how much I love her, hasn't changed at all since the first time I knew her. She's never been really single, ever. She doesn't date around. Maybe it's just my commitment issue clouding my judgment but back then, she 's torn apart over a break up and already in a new relationship a week even a couple of days after. Not a short one too, her relationships are always past at least a year mark each. But this time, I thought she'd give herself a time to heal and adjust. It's the toughest relationship she's been in. I thought she'd take a break a little. You know, to find herself again?

Finding herself for her is somehow always involved a new boyfriend in the picture.

Why is that? I wonder why some girls ( even some guys ) are like that? The I-can-never-be-single people, the I-always-have-to-be-in-a-relationship type of people. See, I don't classify myself into an always single or always in a relationship kind of girl because I go with the flow. I don't rush things. I enjoy being single if I am, I take my time and enjoy it. Then when I find a guy to date, that I really know and like to be around, I'll be in a relationship and enjoy it equally. If it's good, of course.

I don't think taking time to be single is translated into just a week or less by some people. I never know what's up with that. Why moving too fast? Why not taking it easy for a bit? Why not enjoying the companies of a lot of friends first before jumping into something exclusive? Why can't some people recollect themselves post break ups and think about why the relationship doesn't work? It's like these people starting a relationship just for the sake of having a company, and from what I know it's usually leading to an unpleasant outcome. Like a vicious, heartbreaking circles or some sort.

Needing a company? go spend more time with your friends, or even better, go get puppies or cats. Hell, I seriously think having rebounds and casual dates / hook-ups are better after a break up than jumping into a new exclusive relationship. Some people might think their new potential partners are good and oh-so-romantic but aren't people always like that in the beginning of a relationship? Why rushing into limiting to just one new person to enter your life? Why not seeing what the world has to offer and take time to pick? Geez I said take time a lot in one paragraph.

I'm certainly on fire.

I think you can rush physical but not emotional intimacy. I might always have been a skeptic in relationships, but when I'm seriously in one, I really am in it because I'm really sure. It always takes time. You gotta be able to trust a person and it's not an instant process. You have to share a lot of things, that shouldn't be done so quickly. Love ( ahem, is it weird to hear / read me saying it? ) never comes slowly after all. It shouldn't be said and misused. It's not just a feeling and when we spend time with someone new we like, I bet it's so easy to interpret the attraction and infatuation to love.

Have you rolled your eyes yet? Haha. I need to vent somewhere is all. I really keep this to myself ,all bottling up inside me these past few days. I have such strong feelings to people I care about. I tend to overthink sometimes. I always have opinions, although I don't always say it.

In this case, I congratulated her and wished things to work out well for her. Don't get me wrong, I expressed my worries and doubts a lot before ever since she started seeing this new guy again after her break up. But I didn't make her decision for her, she's an adult, she chose to not listen and went with her guts. I hope for her sake that I made a big deal out of nothing.

I'm not gonna say anything about it anymore. either Who am I to tell her who she should or should not date? Lauren Conrad?

* Don't you just love how sleazy O'Ryan can be?

I can be tough, dammit!

So there I was after class, sitting around a couple of classmates at school and drinking sprite zero while I overheard a couple of them talking about going to the mountains near the city to go hiking and camping this weekend. Being a nice kid ( haha) that I am, I told them it sounded really interesting. Only to get one of them looked at me and smirked while saying this, "What does a princess know about going to the mountains?"

WTF b*tch said what? I calmly responded saying I had been there done that, only for him to say spending a weekend in my family villa and go horseback riding don't count as enjoying the true nature. Now if only I wasn't a civilized human being, I would have stomped him with my 4 inches stilettos.

What does a curly pimply random dude know about me to say that?

Back in high school, for a Sociology project, me and a bunch of fellow students from school did a weekend field trip all the way to Baduy Village. See, not all people volunteered to go there. The rest of us prefered going to other village called Kampung Naga ( Dragon Village ) 4 hours outside the city because it's more civilized and friendlier. Wusses.

Now I'll explain to you, my non Indonesian lovelies. Baduy Village is basically located in the hills of Kendeng Mountain, 6 to 7 hours from Jakarta by land transportation only to reach the outer rim of it, a little village called Ciboleger. The residents, Baduy Tribe, is one of the Java's oldest ethnics groups still living in a harmony with nature. They open some mountainside villages for visitors or researchers but some are closed.

Baduy Village consists of Outer Baduy and Inner Baduy, there are a couple of smaller villages in each which names I pretty much forgot but they're all up in the mountain and very traditional. The outer Baduy is a bit modern and accept civilizations, they have radio, TV, and lamps. The Inner Baduy however, isn't. They have rigid taboos, there are rules to visit there beside the fact it takes around 8 hours to get there on foot across the forests and hills from the Outer Baduy. They refuse anything modern : No electricity, no lamps, no toilets, no soaps, no touching people with different genders, no metal tools, no perfumes, no glasses, no cameras, no vehicles, etc. You can forget asking if there are any restaurants or computers and such. They're primitive and superstitious. The men work as farmers but not for the purpose of selling them, but for their families. Money isn't important for them, they don't wear sewn clothes, they don't choose their partners because their families and elders do that for them. They don't do formal education but they can count money. They speak Sundanese but some of them are fluent in Indonesia. They fight against attempts of the government to make them part of modern world.

Anyhoo, yeah back to the topic, I had a choice to opt for easier place to do my sociology project but I didn't. I chose Baduy Village. I went there with a few teachers and around 60 students using an army truck. No kidding. 60 people in an army truck. I felt like a sardine. I didn't go to a fancy schmancy private school for my high school because my parents wanted me to experience real life. No more private school for me back then. Hence the school couldn't provide edible transportation. We used this :















Along the way, my teachers reminded us all the taboos there. We're expected to talk silently and not stare at people. "Don't annoy the locals," Said them. According to many sources, Baduy people practice some sort of magic. Like a voodoo for their enemies. And they can perform it on you if you piss them off or disrespect their cultures / beliefs. A teacher even told the girl students to not be so pretty and dress down. "You don't want a Baduy man to be in love with you, they'll follow you everywhere. If they know where you live, they'll go to you even if it means walking for 5 days to Jakarta." Holy crap. That's the first time I wanted to be an ugly girl in my life.

It's not as scary as people said when I got there. We spent a night in Outer Baduy, in one of the local houses. It was so quiet but we got lamps. The villagers were friendly. The next morning at the crack of dawn we walked through the forests, rugged terrains, rivers and the hills to Inner Baduy with our bags and everything, we got to the first Inner Baduy village called Cibeo at 5 PM. YES, that's what I call walking, you guys. We were exhausted so I really admire Baduy people for doing this everyday. There the situations were completely different. The village people only say a word or two to us and they let us stay in their homes and provided us basic food. Basically only a small plate of rice for each of us only with vegetables. I brought shredded chicken in a tupperware only to have a bunch of people in my group asking me for some so what should be a food for a whole day was finished in that single meal time. Oh man. We stayed for 2 nights. We lived off Baduy food and I basically ate two or three spoonfuls in any meal time because I couldn't stand the stale taste. I really got my lesson. There I feel grateful for my home, my comfy bed, and my incredible cook.

I walked everywhere, we saw how they work, interact, plant vegetables and crops, traditional Baduy houses, traditional clothes woven by Baduy women ( I bought one for my mom ). We wanted to go further to Inner Baduy areas but they forbid us. They consider themselves people of the sacred inner circle, we couldn't go further than we already are because the next areas are forbidden territory and no strangers are permitted to enter. The Inner Baduy Tribe are very strict with their rules. At evenings we just sat there in silent until bed time because nobody could talk so much in moderate volume. My guy friends being moody because they couldn't smoke at all. My girl friends being moody because they couldn't shower. One time I woke up at 4 AM wanting to pee so a bunch of girls walked with me near the river, where we could pee only with flash lights lighting our way. We heard movements behind us and screamed, only to find out it was a couple of Baduy girls washing clothes in the river. At the crack of dawn. In complete darkness.

So far no scary things happened to us. But it happened to this girl in other group on the last night. People said she smoked near the river in the afternoon, and around midnight she started screaming and blubbering. Her body temperature was high and she was wailing like a crazy person. The Baduy girl whose house I stay at told me in limited Indonesian that the girl was possessed. That she made the god / the spirit of the mountains upset for violating their rules. The hair in the back of my neck really stood up that time. Luckily the possessed girl got better in the morning, one man in her group went to the village elder/ spiritual priest's house and apologized, eventually he checked up on the girl and she stopped screaming. Like the spirit had got away or something. Tell me if it doesn't freak you out.

We went back to the Outer Baduy village the next day, walking for a lot of hours again and finally reached our army truck to take us back to Jakarta, to school. Being in the truck was way harder then because people smelled so bad. But we laughed it off and I practically squealed seeing my car and my driver waiting for me. I remembered he brought me a sandwich and fries that I very quickly polished along with my regular clothes to change into. I didn't go home until after I visited my favorite spa to get my body scrubbed and massaged, also got my hair done. I believe my spa therapist squished her nose and my hairstylist thought he's witty enough and said, "Darling, you look awwwwwful", before working on my hair to make it look good again.

Of course I spent the following two days doing nothing but sleeping most of the times, but still the random dude today has NO rights to say what I know about nature. I'm so pissed. What do you think I should do? Write him a letter?

To : Random Curly Pimply Dude

B*tch Please, The "Princess" went to Baduy!

Lolita

I rest my case. Phew, such a long post. Don't skim, I'll know if you do. Kidding.

Whitney Eve makes Monday better!

Hello guys, happy Monday. I can't linger around and write a lot today due to feeling very exhausted from preparing for a Criminal Law mooting exam these past two weeks. It went pretty well this morning and overall, I was being a pretty convincing prosecutor. Check this picture :

The robes were obviously too big. But when we took it off, we're pretty much looking like good counselors .Or bad ones, depends on how you see it :















We've spent days preparing files and court papers, rehearsing everyday for hours even on a Sunday, people had been practically always in a panic mode, but I'm glad it's over. I'll go to my second class now but not before I post you this Fall 2009 collection of Whitney Eve, a line from one of my favorite girls in the whole world, of course, Whitney Port. I can't help thinking it's so me! Actually it's so Whit, her style is fresh, fun, and sophisticated. I just happen to like it when girls dress that way and try to apply it myself.

























































I sense shopping should be in order very soon, don't you think? Which one do you like?

When The Blogosphere is Deserted

Saturday and Sunday are the two days people shouldn't blog if they want pretty high number of visitors or comments, at least that's what I heard from the cool kids in the blogosphere.

But since when it stops me from writing anyway? I recently realized I lost a follower and it kinda bugs me but well if a person thinks my blog is full of craps then I decide I would continue with the craps, because they're my craps. I have a right to my craps and I wont stop posting craps just because other people may hate how crappy my craps are.

Phew.

Anyhoo, I decided since last Sunday that I'll dedicate every Sunday post for a love list. In this case, my love list contains everything that I adore in the week, no matter how small they are. It's kind of like Grace in Small Things but not requiring you to list 5 happy things every day since, you know, I find it pretty overwhelming.

Here are a bunch of things I love this past week, in no particular order :
1. Shopping for gifts
2. Mom's birthday dinner party
3. Frappe Rumba + seasoned french fries
4. New Harry Potter & The Half Blood Prince Trailer



5. Watchmen...
6. ...And discussing whether it's hot or bizarre "doing the business" with Dr. Manhattan
7. Jinius At Work : the album
8. New pretty dress and this new evening purse ( I like them blings, you guys! )












9. Attending Bella's wedding...
10. ...and teasing her grouchy brother the entire time :p
11. Jakarta girls and the way they dress so fabulously on weekends. Think The City with everything designer
12. Threeway Facebook messages with Shahnaz and Sarah on boys and such
13. Strong lychee martinis











14. Taking long naps
15. The pain from intense boxing moves
16. Mesty's surprise party at Shy / Rooftop with crazy free flow
17. Corinne Bailey Rae's Like A Star acoustic version
18. Kemang area. You'll understand if you live in Jakarta.
19. Whitney Port on Twitter. I heard it's real too, even Perez twittered her.












20. Living Social. Creating top 5 in everything? Fun!

What's in your love list this week? Happy Sunday.

Happy Friday

Friday is here everyone, happy Friday!

I hope everyone has a good Friday, I did. I kinda skipped this group work because I've been really stressed out. It was bad of me, but I figured it kept me sane. I'm blogging now under the influence under a glass of peach bellini and 6 glasses of lychee martinis. Don't judge me!

I'm using a spell check too, because I actually want you understand whatever I'm saying.

My friend Mesty is having a birthday, so we're throwing her a surprise party in this lounge Shy / Rooftop tonight. It's this lounge where they have this cool accoustic live band. See, she doesn't like clubs much. Since birthday over here means free everything, me and the girls kinda ordered whatever we like. How do people celebrate birthday where you live? If you're required to pay when people invite you to their birthday, that really kinda sucks. I love Indonesia. And I love free cocktails. We had this super huge cake too, around 50 or 60 friends of ours came to surprise the birthday girl and she's really psyched.

Then the naughty little bunch ( haha ) kinda bailed to Blowfish for this event Rewind. Just wanna checked it out and see, you know? It's pretty crowded. Not as crowded as D'Makaveli's Coast 2 Coast ( haha ) but pretty alright. I'll upload more pictures later. From what I remember, we took pictures :P

OH OH have I told you our next event in Blowfish would be called Fiesta En Cancun part 2? All reggaeton. We did once last year and it's pretty much a blast. Guess who makes the concept? Guess who performs?

Ahem.

Maybe I should sleep right now because this post is getting random and when I'm a bit not right in the head I have this false sense of feeling like a superstar.

MEH.

I'm really me, you know?

I obviously have been out of the loop from blogging world these days, I blame it entirely for my school and assignments that have absorbed most of my times and energy. The insomniac isn't really insomniac lately, I still sleep late but that's not because I do nothing at night and can't sleep. I do my school work until very late then passed out. No, that's not insomnia. That's something I'd like to call education abuse.

I still manage to catch up on my google reader, read and comment, but much slower. It's unavoidable for me to read posts that were actually written a few days or even a week ago. Yikes.

So forgive me from just finding out there's a total plagiarism case happening in the blogosphere, 20 something blogosphere to be more specific. Thanks to Jen for giving me all the details. There are a lot of them and people wrote about them here, here, here, here, and here.

I feel basically confused, hurt, duped, and completely fooled. I'm not gonna rant about how bad plagiarism is, especially done by a famous blogger with significant amount of followers who actually talk to her, confide in her, hell some of them even met her. Sick. Read about it here, it's really sad. I thought she's great and nice but oh well... I'm not about to curse the musing b*tch and all her oh-so-good-to-be-true perfect life scams in my precious blog too.

But I can't help thinking it creates trust issues among bloggers. Especially those who talk regularly in daily basis. Those who really feel connected to other's posts and life stories. Those who already consider other bloggers to be their friends, especially if they have met. Things like this suck. Everything is perfect until something like this comes along.

I can't help wonder if my readers believe me. Do they wonder if I tell the truth about everything? Do they believe I'm really Andhari the Insomniac Lolita who writes all these post, or if I really do what I do and feel what I feel?

Although it's crazy if you doubt me because :
1. I'm not anonymous. With this blog, I share you most of my life
2. I post real life links to my facebook, myspace, and so many others
3. I accept your friend requests. I mix my readers with real people around me in my life
4. You can really see how I am, I post pictures all the time!
5. When I tell you I'm a rapper and I make my own music while being a live performing artist, I include my songs for you to hear and my videos for you to see. Not to mention a fan page for you to join :P
6. I made a couple of video blogs, didn't I?
7. I'm not only appreciating all of you guys for taking interest in my life and read my posts, but I also do respect you. A lot of you have been really nice to me during my down times and happy for me when I am. I can't always meet people like that in so-called real life, you know? You guys are great, I would never do something like that to you.

Feeling mushy? I am! *group hug*

On a lighter note, thanks for the positive responses for my friend Livia's dress design in the previous post. I told her today that my cool blog lovelies like the dress and she's excited. And since some of you ask if you could see other models, I'll give you more sneak peaks from Tease ( with her permission, of course ) :

You can choose the color in any designs you want. They have a facebook group here so make sure you check it out, and you can always e-mail her if you wanna purchase a dress to shoptease@gmail.com. Talk to her about shipping if you live abroad. I hope that helps, ladies.

Have a great day!

Don't you love gifts?

I know I do. I consider myself lucky for receiving a bunch of them today. Nothing can mellow a woman with crazy mad PMS with ambition to destroy the universe besides gifts ( Or desserts ).

When I was lazying around my house this morning, I noticed a package from Malaysia with my name on it on the coffee table. From Jin! I excitedly ripped the brown bag and checked out what's inside :

4 copies of his album, Jinius At Work.

Wooo finally! I've been waiting for this in 3 months. Well actually since I sent him my vocal for our collaboration, that turned out to be included in the album. I wrote about it here, right?

The album came with a personalized message :
"Hello Towelie! What's good? How's it going with the Ndeesaster earth crusher dance? You gotta teach me when I'm in Jakarta! Help me spread words about the album. Goodbye Ndee talk to you later."

Towelie? Me? Weed smoking perverted towel? Haha. The dude also wrote in the back that the album content is "Reggaeton, Boxing Moves, and Jangan Buang Sampah Sembarangan." HAHA. The last one means Don't Litter in Indonesian, I screamed it during a gig once. In my defense, it was an Earth Festival and I didn't know what to say. People use the line against me so many times.

Speaking of the album, it's dope. DAMN. Some so-called famous Indonesian rappers can learn a lot listening to this, I assume. The beat, the flow, the sound, the lyrics. Indonesia may be good at a lot of things, but Malaysia definitely has better hiphop. Should I move? I think hiphop heads there can connect to my music better. Haha. Most hiphop listeners here mistake hiphop for a bit of pop rnb mixed with rap. The rappers are preaching about how cool they and their cliques are, sexy ladies in the club, or flashy lifestyle they have while truth is they live in, ahem, not-so-flashy corners of Jakarta. Keeping it real? Talk about ironic.

But we have good rappers too here. *cough* I'm totally kidding.

Enough Indo Hiphop talk now, the second gift is from Angga. He gave it to me on our way to hang out and watch movie today and I screamed as soon as I opened the wrapper.

How sweet is this dress? ( Pardon the quality of blackberry camera.)




















WHAT? I can't be narcissistic and pose in a new dress once in a while?:P

I intend to wear it somewhere very, very soon. He ordered it from his friend, Livia. She designs dresses and have her own label called Tease. Ever since she wore her own creations, which totally complimented body curves ( think Herve Leger! ) , I've been wanting one. And now I have my first. Squeal. I never knew purple and red can mix so well. Thanks to him. I'm so ecstatic right now.

If any of you ladies interested to see other models and wanna purchase your own, let me know. I'll get you in touch. Have a great day!

MORE insights to my life...

I know a lot of you would probably know so much about me and can name 5 of my favorites cocktails with eyes closed, heheh, but I simply can't resist posting this especially after Robyn tagged me.

And let's face it, I'm in my first day of period, badly cramping, grumpy, and can probably use a bit of delicacy known as Sour Sally frozen yogurt with mini marshmallows.

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What do you think about the person who tagged you?
You kidding me ? Robyn is fabulous. She studies and works in fashion industry, always dress and look flawless, has this badass attitude only queen bees have, with a blog full of great finds in fashion, make-ups, and style in general. Check her out here.

Fashion Pet Peeve?
Brace yourself : incredibly low rise jeans, anything too small that people force themselves to wear, anything with overly big logos ( like big Chanel logo earrings some people I know wear? Urgh. Tacky! ), ripped denim, crocs, shown bra straps, Ed Hardy, bleach blond hair on Asian girls...okay now I'm cranky!

What is your favorite piece of clothing you own?
I really can't pick one particular item. But maybe my cocktail dresses, no? Lately I'm into uniquely shaped jackets as well.

Which color dominates your wardrobe?
Black, purple, and red. I have other colors too to spice things up though.

Favorite designer?
A lot. Zac Posen, Alexander Mcqueen, DvF, Max Azria, and Georgina Chapman to name a few. The last one is responsible for driving me crazy over Marchesa fall 2009 fairytale-vibed collections the other day.

What is your dream job?
Big time rap superstar. Hahaha. That's why I call it a dream job, I think if I manage to graduate I'll be a corporate lawyer. Hopefully a succesful one. Fingers crossed.

Who do you want to meet in person?
Kanye West. First, I wanna see how stuck up he is. Second, I wanna test if he's crazy enough to produce my solo album. WHAT? A girl can dream, can she?

What's your favorite type of music?
Obviously, Hiphop? I also listen to a lot of RnB, reggaeton and slow jam. No surprise there, right? I enjoy jazz, contemporary music and a little bit of house music too. It all depends on my mood.

What are you listening to right now?


The song got me even lazier to go to class every morning. The beat made me wanna go to the beach, lay on the sand and sip on pinacoladas all day.

What would make today special?
No class, no assignment, and my close people available to chill with me. I'm a real simple girl to please, aren't I? It doesn't hurt either if my dad said, "School sucks. Now go ahead and go shopping" but that wont happen anytime soon. He's too Asian that way.

What is your all time favorite perfume?
Glow After Dark by J-Lo. I change and try perfumes a lot but somehow this one sticks. It smells sexy and feminine. But not that feminine, you know? It has the 'umph' factor in it. Can a perfume screams sex?What is your favorite make up brand?
MAC, Chanel, and Bobbi Brown.

Any favorite models?
I like Vlada Roslyakova. She looks like an alien barbie with that fragile, innocent look. Last I heard she's a muse for Christian Lacroix.What are you wearing today?
Patterned purple jackets, black pants and pumps. Chunky bracelets. Hair up in messy sexy do. I sound like a crappy fashion police. Haha.

Do you admire anyone's style?
Yes, girls in Jakarta can really dress, you know? But if I have to name one girl in the world in particular with killer style that I admire, I would say Olivia Palermo. God, the girl is bitchier than Perez but she sure knows how to dress ( it rhymes!).

What would you like to have in your hands right now?
Time off. That's how crazy my schedule is these past few weeks and weekends don't even help that much to cure the stress. I think I'll grow up being one of those work hard party hard career women, I'll need to compensate hectic schedule by having fun everytime I can. SATC, everyone?

What's your favorite comfort food?
Pasta with pesto. Or, a bowl of Indomie instant noodle soup with a lot of chili sauce. That's so Indonesian of me but really, the thing is like crack. Has any of you ( non-Indonesians ) tried it? You miss out if you haven't.

What's your favorite ice cream flavor?
Mint chocolate chip, or chocolate chip cookie dough. Anything with brownie chunks inside will work too. Sorry, this is PMS speaking.

If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be?
I have no idea where exactly but can it be by the beach, please? Preferably a private one, with its own dock if you wanna throw in a yacht to go with the boat. What? I'm not greedy, I'm just specified.If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?
Cabo, baby! I'm feeling like a fiesta en la playa with a lot of reggaeton music and dancing under the stars. Bring on the margarita pitchers!

What is your favorite weather?
Rainy. Mild drizzles maybe. I know I live in the tropic but I'm not into hot weather unless I'm going for a beach vacation.

What would you like to learn to do?
Uhh, sing? I love singing but despite my best efforts, I just cant. Whenever me and my friends go for karaoke, I make them burst out laughing. Not that it stops me from singing though, I'm that shameless.

Which languange do you want to learn?
I'm actually in the process of learning Spanish. I wanna get better at it. Not entirely because I wanna understand all those filthy things Pitbull said, of course.

What is your most challenging goal right now?
Graduating from law school this year. Who knows that it'd be hard to get in but actually harder to get out? Sigh.

If you had 100 bucks now, what would you spend it on?
A bottle of wine or two so my girls can come over for a chick flick night or something. Or maybe we should replace the wine with something more hardcore to make the night even more fun.

What do you look for in a friend?
I need a sincere one. I live around circles where I cant really trust anybody that easily. It's also important for my friend to be honest, have a good personality, and great to be around. As in, I can be myself around her / him and vice versa.

What is your current obsession?
Curl up in a blanket and blog stalking.

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Interested with this super long meme? Here are the rules :
1. Respond : Answers the questions in your blog.
2. Replace the question you dislike with a question of your own invention, add one more question of your own.
3. Tag 8 people.

I'm tagging everyone, especially Mel, Jen, Melissa, Margarita, Nitya, Sheri, Shannon, and Nashe. Are you girls in?

Have a lovely day!

On Mom's Special Day!

Prelude : There's another new comment telling me I can't pull off Kate Moss look because I'm cheap and trashy. Dude, how can I look cheap if I barely dress in clothing items that show so much cleavage or super tight? I can pull off any look I want, you hating b*tches. With that said, ladies and gentlemen, I'll disable any forms of anonymous comment in my blog settings. I hope most of you have blogger / wordpress / typepad / livejournal / google accounts so you can continue commenting. This girl needs sanity in her own blog. Mean anonymous commenters should know that my stuffs are definitely more expensive than their faces ( or fake Gossip Girl casts in facebook / myspace / blog. Ha! )

Ahem, back to civilized world now...

Today is my mom's 48th birthday ( WHAT? oh, women rules : Don't tell your real age if you're above 30, I forgot ). Despite my heavy work load, I told people at school that I wouldn't be able to stay up late and do any group work whatsoever today because I wanna be a good daughter. No, it doesn't have anything to do with using her birthday as an excuse to avoid assignments and enjoying cakes instead at all. Come on, me being irresponsible? *wink*

I spent my afternoon with a special man I barely see lately, a.k.a my dad. We went to the mall to buy mom a gift. It's funny because my dad HATES malls. Or any fun places I like, I think. His idea of fun is playing golf, sailing, spending a weekend in our villa near the mountain, or just staying home and play Yakuza 2 on Playstation 2 ( Boo! ). So, it's pretty special today when he agreed to go to with me shopping today. He got mom a gorgeous Valentino bag and I got her a pair of earrings plus a spa voucher. She told me she hasn't done any pampering in months for being extremely busy. That's crazy. Tired women = cranky women = recipe for disaster.

OH, just now my brother told me he got mom a spa voucher too. Same spa I got mine too, should I kick him?

Don't answer. I just did, twice.

Alright, I'm off showering now. We're hosting a dinner party tonight for our relatives and mom's best friends. So far I'm seeing a mini sushi bar, salad bar, barbecue station in the backyard and tables full of desserts and pastries. It's good I'm blogging now before I'm stuffed and motionless.

Enjoy your Monday, everyone.

Maintaining Positive Thoughts

Today is the first Sunday I actually hate in a long time.

I had a great Saturday night with my loved ones but Sunday hit me like a thunder storm and I have tons of assignments to make. I just finished my analysis on a long court verdict on this environmental case and the work doesn't stop here. Some people in my Criminal Law Practice class pointed me to be a clerk of the court in our mooting next Wednesday. It means I have to make all documents for the mock case in a very limited time, you see? You have no idea how many and how long they are.

So, in attempt to be less grumpy, I'll decide to give a love list a go. It is said that you'll feel better after making one. After all a week couldn't be that bad, right?

Here are a bunch of things I love this past week :

1. Finishing a collaboration with two talented rappers
2. Rainy Jakarta weather
3. New song up in Myspace
4. Getting my hair done
5. Getting a new beat to work on

6. 278 fans in my Facebook musician page overnight
7. Dress shopping with Sarah
8. Italian dinner and wine at Puro yesterday
9. Watching Nino Brown spins + all night dancing + Lots of booze at Blowfish yesterday
10. Having fun at Muaythai classes with my friends
11. Cocktails and girlie convos combo
12. New Louboutin satin clutch from my mom
13. Sleeping 10 hours straight
14. Playing matchmaking...and succeeded
15. The City marathon
16. Sharing hot dogs and curly fries with Ubbi
17. Hot showers
18. My TUMBLR!
19. Being asked to guest post by Megg <3
20. My fabulous readers! Thanks for the comments, supports, and loves. I love you all!

Have a splendid upcoming week, you guys!

Re-energized!

Saturday is here, and so far I cherish it.

The insomniac slept for more than 10 hours last night, isn't it an accomplishment? See, I usually sleep very late around 2 to 3 hours tops. This week has been tiring. I spent way more time at school lately for group assignments in Environmental Law and Criminal Law Practice classes, in each we have to analyze a lot of acts, cases, and we have to practice for mooting in the latter. Beside those two subjects, I have reports and papers to submit too. Late nights were spent working on those and it's gonna be like this for the next 3 weeks for me at least.

As I wrote in this post, my best friend is here too for a little vacation and she'll go back to Holland in Monday so I squeeze in a lot of time for her and other friends this week. I also manage to run errands for my parents, work out ( either Muaythai or on elliptical at home while watching stupid movies ), and work on new songs.

They may sound simple for you but believe me, it wears me down.

I feel better because of that very long sleep. I intend to enjoy this weekend by having as much fun as I can. We're going out later, hopefully somewhere nice. I heard Jean Claude Ades is spinning for Indochine's grand opening party and Nino Brown is spinning at Blowfish tonight. Maybe we'll check one of those out. Or just chill somewhere, I don't mind. I feel pretty guilty yesterday evening when we went out to Birdcage for cocktails. The girls told me I looked restless. I did.














But I'm back being my energizer bunny self today. You wait and see.

Have a great Saturday, people!

ps. I know it's so late of me, but I just joined Reverb Nation to spread my music. Help me by becoming a fan here, lovelies. Thanks.

pss. If you're a Facebook user, visit my musician page here and become a fan. Pretty please?;)

Let Me Break It Down...

Hello readers!

I've been having tons of anonymous hate comments in my blog lately. At first, I was annoyed but then I started to giggle. You see, people say that when you're making it big more people will hate you. Not saying I'm so great but isn't it funny that all these sad people having no life enough to bash you on your blog?

I'll dedicate this post for these charming anonymous commenters. Now these people don't have to check back the last comment form they wrote their hilarious stupid rants for my reply, because I'll respond them all here.

Anonymous : HAHAHA! You sing hiphop? It couldnt get tackier than that. Disgusting!
Me : HAHAHA! I rap. I've done several compilation albums, international collaborations and I have performed in more than 200 venues in Indonesia itself. Now that doesn't sound as tacky as writing anonymous comment, does it?
( sing hip-hop? Haha, now that sounds tacky.)

Anonymous : You say you don't wear denim but you do in the pictures, you little hypocrite! ( on this post )
Me : They actually paid me to wear that. Big bucks, only to dress sporty with denim. Now let me know if someone pays you to wear something too, we'll talk.

Anonymous : Do you really think your style is great???
Me : I do, byo*ch! Ha! Okay, I'll be serious now. I never say that. People tell me that though. Jealous?

Anonymous : You don't shop at Topshop but the way you dress is ...(bla-bla I forgot, something bad )
Me : The way I dress is bad? Then why people stop me in the streets just to take pictures and ask me what I wear for their style page? Hmm. I don't shop at Topshop, but it's funny how you're offended because of it. You work there or something?

I swear I usually don't have this much of an ego but when someone tries to get on my nerves, it's like they tickle it bigger. You know how it is, lovelies.

Have you got any mean anonymous comments lately? How do you react?

Music and Drama...Welcome to my world...

I'm being musically productive today.

After doing morning activities like drinking coffee, morning work out followed by shower and breakfast, I picked Angga up to go to the studio to record my verse in Herdi Oflo's song for his album. Check him out, he's pretty good. The studio was deserted, there's only the operator and us there. I feel like winning a lottery. I love empty studios. I realize I can't really be on top of my game while recording with so many people around. I'm kinda insecure like that.

It only take an hour for it to be done. Score. One of my beat makers came to the studio to let me listen to my new beat, which was killer. It's pretty much like anthem type of beat that you can nod to, but nothing like nasty club bangers in radio charts. It's actually good. We talked about plans for my upcoming album, they stated how I should make at least 2 Indonesian tracks. Now let me tell you a secret, ask me to write as many verses you want in English and I'll do that pretty quick. But writing something in my own language? Whoa. Hold it right there. It's always difficult. Indonesian language is very...umm I don't know, sensitive? You use a wrong word and your song will sound pretty crappy. Using a slang is unforgivable, because our slang words are basically song ruiners.

On a completely different subject, I just found out this girl I know, W, has officially moved back to Bali after spending a couple of months here. She told me she always wanted to live here, start a career and have fun a la Jakarta. She already got a good apartment in a good area too. Too bad
but well, she's gone. May be temporary, may be for good.

Reason? She slept with her best friend's love interest, lied to her and now their whole circle of friends were mad at her and made her days in the city very miserable.

Too harsh?

We talked about it. Most of the girls, including me, think that it served her right but the guys say that us girls blew things out of proportion. It's still astonishing to me sometimes seeing the differences between men and women.

Women, or at least some of them, really take friendships highly. Like, whatever bad things you do, you don't do that to your best friends. There are always certain codes, certain rules.

Between me and my girls, the main rules would be :
1. You keep your BFF's secrets, no matter what they are.
2. You keep their names untarnished and be there for them even when they do something wrong. You say nothing of it out there.
3. You don't date / hook up with any of your BFF's flings, crushes, boyfriends, ex-flings, ex-crushes and ex-boyfriends.

W is a nympho, she got that easy reputation. People call her a slut. Usually, I don't fuss about it because well, to each its own. If you like to sleep around and enjoy casual sex, good for you. But to go around your best friend's back to sleep with the person he or she really likes then...whoa. Quoting my friend, "The girl makes ho*s look good."

I say this thing is completely unforgivable and unacceptable, but what do you think? If you call it a no big deal and it's common in the modern world, then I want no part of this modern world you're talking about.

Law Student-slash-Paparazzi

I can officially say right now that my morning was a complete blast, in a totally dorky way.

They're showing a couple of movie clips about mediation process for my Conflict Resolution class. First and second clips were okay, they're pretty serious and educating. The actors were good, possibly British or Australian people. The sound system was pretty bad. But then for the third clip, they showed Indonesian version of mediation. It's not really that bad actually...

...Beside the fact that the actors in the clip are actually MY PROFESSORS.

They made up a case for a clip, of course. It's clearly shot at some random studio because the background was obnoxious. And their acting skills were just...wow.

Exhibit A.













Exhibit B.












You should give me props ( or cookies! ) for taking these pictures since I actually sat in the front row, the professor was literally in front of me. Sneaky, huh?

Anyhoo, who does that? What kind of people just videotape themselves and then show it for everyone to see?

Umm, me. As shown here and here.

Well, you too, right? Admit it you Vlog-ers!!!

So I should stop hating right now because even law professors need some love and attentions too.



ps. I really hope they don't read blogs. Especially mine.

pss. Yes this post is random.