My 500th post can't come at any better time than today, I was giggling the other day when Carina told me for this week's This is... we have to post about our childhood. Pictures are encouraged. As you can imagine, I would like to show you more of my past for this occasion. Brace yourself because what you're about to see are quite embarrassing, yet will help you know me better. It will be pretty long so go ahead, go to the bathroom first.
Ready?
So it started when these two awesome couple got married around 22 years ago :
Geez my mom is way prettier than me
Anyhoo, a year after the wedding they got their first baby daughter and they named her Andhari Zairina Sidharta. The girl has a lot of nick names from the regular Andhari to Andie to more obnoxious names in the future like Ndeesaster and Insomniac Lolita but sadly some of her mean friends often call her Tila Tequila.
Back to the story, she's one of the cutest, sexiest baby you may ever see :
Although she's already a bully in such an early phase of life, poor daddy :
No doubt she can only get cuter since those first few months, right? ( Do you have a bucket to throw up? I suggest you use it because I can only get more narcissistic from this point! )
What does she love, you say?
Posing
Her baby brotherDanny ( He gonna kill me if he found out I uploaded these )
Proudest sister ever, now he just annoys me!
Traveling with her family
France...
Belgium...
Switzerland ...
China...
And so many other fantastic places!
Seeing all these pictures brought back so many memories. You know, I whine a lot but in the end I realize I have a pretty good life and there are people who are more troubled and miserable than me out there. Time to be grateful, guys.
Raise your glasses... here's to the past, present, future, and more 500 or so posts...cheers!
Another week has ended and for me it was a special one. It's filled with everything from being musically productive until spending it with my beloved family. It was overwhelming I haven't blogged or seriously commented in anyone's blog. I'll catch up though and for the time being here's my love list for the week :
1. Selected by ReverbNation and Microsoft Windows to give out one song to promote in their campaign
Yes, details are in the last post. So excited, until now I already have 150 people downloaded it and higher number is appreciated. I aim high, click here to download my song for free if you haven't. I have until late September for serious self pimping. Help me out, lovelies!
2. Awesome IRL & Bloggy friends Yes, guys. You're all fantastic. I received a lot of supportive messages either on Facebook or here or in DM about the previous point and how a lot of you helped me downloading it even RT-ing it to your friends. That means a lot, what would I do without you? I'd be just another douche with ReverbNation account. So thank you very much! Infinite X's and O's go out to you.
3. Being IndoHiphop's artist of the month I was just visiting my page there when I saw a huge picture of me right on the left side bar. How did that happen ? I don't know, admin said it's a vote result. Ecstatic? Yes. I almost bawled if my brother wasn't in the room, ready to mock me if I do anything emo like that.
4. Magazine interviews and photo shoots I had around 2 of them this week and survived. I don't know about you cool people but I usually get sweaty around interviews and tend to say ridiculous things. However, I didn't. The first thing one of the interviewers did was guessing my nationality, it's too funny. We had photo shoots on the building's roof right afterward and the results are pretty amazing. Will scan the articles for you guys when they come out.
5. Performing for the first time in this new club, Immigrant. I also mentioned it in my previous post how D'Makaveli threw the first hiphop event in this swanky new it club that usually play house and classic disco on club nights. We're making history there and the gig went pretty smooth. The only thing off is the fact that they didn't have any real stage so we had to use some flat surface, like dancer's mini stage or bar table to perform. Believe it ot not, I wasn't even tipsy. It was Thursday night yet I had a good time, Here are some pictures :
6. Bandung Weekend Trip I went to Bandung with my mom for a really huge family gathering that is always held every 2 months. This time we hosted it in our place in an area in Bandung that is located right on top of the hills where you can see mountains and city skylights from above and such. I mean the view from my bedroom window is pretty much like this :
It's very cold too. For my foreign friends, the town located around 2 to 3 hours from Jakarta and very famous for a mini weekend get away. Pretty old mountain town with spectacular shopping destinations and culinary delights. Some high lights from the trip included :
- Meeting a lot of my aunts, uncles, and cousins Naturally! My aunts are a crazy bunch and it was like mommies gone wild. I witnessed them singing and dancing way late until the night, gossiped and giggling like school girls. Luckily, I wasn't that annoyed since they cook really, really good food. Sunday brunch was special. Eating, hanging out and rolling with my little nephews on the grass.
- Shopping : The hard core way Boutiques in Bandung are a lot and way more cheaper than the ones in Jakarta, in good quality too. So I kinda went crazy by spoiling myself with two cute new jackets, belts, a ruffled skirt, a few necklaces and bracelets, a pants, and a pair of pumps. My mom thought I was crazy but I know deep inside she's proud ( haha! ). Sadly I forgot to buy a very much needed dress for D'Makaveli's anniversary next time. More shopping? Yes.
- Karaoke Night We had a professional keyboard player and a singer for this dinner party held on Saturday night. It was pretty bad ass. I never saw my mom hogged the microphone like that. As it's getting late, a couple of them started dancing to old disco tunes. I was just taking pictures when my mom grabbed my hands so I could dance too. She was like, " I know you dance. Show me some of your moves!" Well , I couldn't, could I? Some of those old men might collapsed on spot, my hips don't lie and reggaeton rump shakes don't fit among the oldies. Did I mention I sang too? Talking about disaster. People don't get it that if I can rap doesn't mean I can sing too.
Those pretty much sum up my week. Did you enjoy your week? Have a good one, lovelies!
Hey guys, this might be a quick post since this girl is basically swamped from yesterday's Immigrant gig, will blog all about it later. I have a bunch of pictures.
Anyhoo, so the ReverbNation campaign is officially started this week. It's sponsored by Microsoft Windows where they selected a bunch of artists to give out an exclusive track to be downloaded freely for everyone and promoted world wide. Luckily, yours truly is one of them and I'm giving out one of my songs, Got The Feeling. For a preview, check my song widget in the side bar.
This is where I'm totally asking you for a help. Download the song, pretty please? Click the previous link or this button below :
I fix up a mini batch of reasons on why you should download it :
1. It'll totally help Microsoft Windows and ReverbNation promote my song all over the globe. Obviously!
2. More downloads = wider chances of, you know, label people listening to it and consider to sign me? I keep my fingers crossed.
3. More downloads = wider chances of international collaborations
4. More downloads = more international listeners. YAY!
5. If you're non Indonesians, you can totally spice up your ipod / playlist. It shows that you are wordly, and you can tell your friends you know an Indonesian rapper who totally sounds like chipmunk. Next thing you know, I might have a chipmunk channel in youtube.
6. Because you love Insomniac Lolita and this will mean a lot to her ( Here I go, talking in third person like a douche again! )
7. Because I make this expression while saying, "Please! Please! Pretty Pleaaaaaaaaseee!" in a complete hangover!
8. Because if you do download it and tell your peeps to download it too, and later let me know about it in the comment section here, I'll do ANY vlog of your choice. SERIOUSLY.
This post is a part of 20SB’s Looking Back Blog Carnival, and Ben & Jerry’s is awarding free ice cream to lucky bloggers and readers. Isn't it yummy?
To participate, all you have to do is flip out your blog and pick a post from your first two months in blogosphere that shows your mentality and outlook from the onset of your blog. Interesting? Very. Looking back at the old archives made me read a lot of posts and realize how emo I was. Seriously emo, like you're-so-gonna-laugh-at-me emo / you-deserve-to-be-put-in-dumpster kind of emo.
You don't believe me? Here's the very first post ever in Insomniac Lolita right on August 9th 2007.
Shelter Building Business
It's ironic how when you grow up you'll prefer to build shelter made from steel around you. Or maybe not you, maybe it's just me.
I remember what it's like being a kid when i thought everyone's a doll, everyone's nice and world is #1 best friend. Why is it that when you're getting older you're faced with so many disappointment? Why is life so difficult and demanding?
I'm in the wrong point when every time I see act of kindness from people, the first thing in my mind is no longer gratitude but simply awareness...
In the wrong point when i'd rather not meeting people for fake and phonies...
In the wrong point when solitude feels like a comfort zone..
I was so much more a people person back then, I was happy meeting new people and now I know I'm supposed to be like that but I can't make myself doing that. It's even scarier whenever I'm alone my mind's racing to many directions that I freak myself out most of the times. I dont wanna think, I don't wanna scare myself, I just wanna lay back and feel safe sometimes. The only thing i know how is seeking desperately for distractions..
Distractions come both in a good and bad form. Some people make themselves busy, some people prefer to use help that comes from mind altering substances. Well I'd been trying both, from working until my head aches by helping my dad or mom, studying, reading heavy materials that kept my mind occupied, constantly hanging out with my friends until you know, false usage of boozes and the likes, which I'm trying to shake off.
Those made me come to this conclusion that sometimes a shelter building business isn't always aimed to protect yourself from the outside world. Sometimes people need to build shelters to protect them from themselves and their form of distractions.
All I can say from reading that was, "Wow". It's been a long journey to get to where I am right now, the present Lolita wants to tell two years younger Lolita to get a grip, stop being so sensitive and melancholic but deep inside I know I should give her a break and let her deal with her problems her on way. See, the girl didn't write that out of spite and she was dealing with really rough times off her life.
It's the time when her family's having major troubles and she was stuck in the middle. It's the time when she's backstabbed by her own producer and ditched by her management. Yes, it's the time she stopped writing, rapping and making music and what a hard time it was to just cut off a huge passion completely.
It's the time when her clueless confused self ran away and disappeared all over to a different continent to seek for temporary pleasures which ended up hitting her in the end for missing months of school. It's the time when she abused herself by many mind altering substances that lead her to a year and more of therapy. It's the time when her disappointment and insecurities made her unable to talk to anyone and really alienate herself, being anti-social at the fullest.
So yeah, that first post was surely written for a reason ( I kinda sound like a douche talking in third person, don't I? )
I'm just glad I have slowly passed that scary phase, and I will continue to try and get better. The phase has taken its toll on me in a lot of aspects in my life but I have to get up and face it. So far I've been trying to mend the damages I did with the school and the music. Dreams are too good to give up despite the tough obstacles, right?
Apologize for the mellowness, I suppose ice cream will make me feel better *hint hint*.
I think I've mentioned a lot about the event organizer in which I'm proudly a part of, D'Makaveli, in this blog. I always seem to talk about it when I say I have an upcoming event. But somehow there's always a person who would ask me something like these :
1. What is D'Makaveli? 2. Who are D'Makaveli? 3. What kind of events do this Makaveli people throw? 4. Are you guys a big fan of Tupac? 5. Are your events good and crowded?
Which, you know, made me wanna gulp Jose Cuervo straight from the bottle and throw it to that person's head when I'm finished. But my shrink and Perez Hilton told me that violence is never the answer and I can't just boom boom pow a person who doesn't know what me and the guys do. Self absorbed much?
I'm also aware of the fact that most of the people who read this blog aren't from Jakarta, and even not from Indonesia. What's up with that by the way? Would someone please notify big name Indonesian bloggers that I'm cool? 20SB, back me up here. Ahem.
Back to my point, if you have the time to read more about D'Makaveli please click here but let me just paste the big picture of us that I copied straight of our facebook :
D'Makaveli is a night life entertainment club promoter and event organizer...and it has already been rockin' the crowd of the Jakarta urban club scene since March 2002 and armed with the fresh selection of talented DJ's, Mc's and on stage Performers.
Now D'Makaveli is considered as one of the predominant force that represent the urban music club scene in Jakarta, Indonesia. After been around the underground club scene for quite sometime throughout these years they're slowly progressed, slowly but surely they're building their own crowd and networks of people within the entertainment industry.
Hence, as the results of their accomplishment they've managed to win the hearts and minds of the mainstream crowd by holding few signature shows in other cities across Indonesia like Bandung, Bali and many others, not to mention credible performances by their talents that went overseas all the way to Singapore and Australia.
During these few accomplishments D'Makaveli managed to obtained various awards for event organizer category and numerous other categories. As the plot thickens now they're planning to expand their horizons, setting their goals higher and sight up to a brand new objectives, lock and loaded. Ready to step their game up to the higher level.
I hope it answers most of the questions. It doesn't really answer #4 but from all I can tell not all of us are big fans of Tupac. One of us likes Pitbull, guess who? In that particular person's defense, that particular person listens to more inspiring and thought provoking songs too. No one should be denied rights to jiggle their butts and shout in dirty spanish slang, you know what I'm saying? Bump this! *fist up*
Anyway, another reason I write this post is to invite anyone who happens to be in town this Thursday June 25th 2009 to our next event in this new it club, Immigrant.
It's kind of the first hiphop event ever held there ( yay us! ), also a pre-party for D'Makaveli's 5th anniversary in July. I'm gonna perform and if you want a guest list for 5 people just leave your name in the comment section.
Why should you come? I thought I made the point how cool our events always are, no?
Well, I know I have to give you a visual proof at the very least, check this latest video of us out for the answer to #5 question above :
If you don't watch you're a meanie and you miss out seeing the silliest chipmunk-like expression in the history of rapping. I wonder why I could never look fierce like most rappers do, do they join a secret club to achieve fierce I'm-hotter-than-you looks that I don't know about?
I saw this awesomeness in Brandy's blog and apparently JPP wrote it once too, so I'm pretty much tempted to make it one myself.
I can't...
bake anything without setting it on fire
Put down an intriguing book to sleep
Not analyzing everything that happens to me
Not dancing and singing in the car
Keep myself from watching Tila Tequila videos and mention her in my blog although I hate her!
Read anything from afar and not refuse to put on glasses
Control myself at any designer sales
Wake up in the morning without being extremely grumpy
I can...
Rap, write lyrics and make my own songs
Freestyle non stop when I'm drunk
Do Tila Tequila grind moves precisely
Do reggaeton dance although I don't have one of those latinas's tremendo culo*
Updatemy status all day
Impersonate thick accents from Spanish to Chinese to Italian to Russian
Talk any non drinkers to gulp absinthe mixed with champagne if I want to
Be the best wing woman you'd ever meet. I got my guy friends to hook up with beautiful girls who are way out of their leagues a lot, also for my girl friends if they're on the prowl.
I won't...
Manipulate my parents and professors with my innocent child look anymore ( no promises though! )
Honk too much and scream at other drivers on traffic jams anymore ( no promises too! )
Splurge on another pair of designer shoes only it's because it's in different color than the pair I have
Be tempted to eat durian due to my huge allergy to that yummiest fruit of the tropic
Be insomniac for 2 nights straight ( Jeopardize my entire system! )
Teach my kid brother more bad words than he already knew
Skip so many classes anymore. This I pinky swear.
Go to shady / weird places just to prove to people around me I'm not pretentious / snobby / high maintenance, I'll have fun the way I like it. Live with it and we'll get along.
I will...
Try to not keep things bottled in so much
Try not to release my anger / sadness negatively ( over drinking, over partying, etc )
Allow myself serious retail therapy when I need it the most. Zen can't always be found in remote yoga resorts, trips to Harvey Nichols will have the same effect for me.
Spend at least a day in a week just staying in bed and having DVD marathon
Stop expecting so much from other people
Carry my Bobbi Brown eyeliner everywhere!
Travel more around the world and maybe hang with my blog friends in the process
Never stop watching trashy movies or sitcoms for anybody
I shouldn't...
Bite my nails if I ever want to coat them with sparkly purple nail polish
Whine to the people over Sour Sally counters if they don't give extra mochis every time I buy a frozen yogurt
Read celebrity gossip websites so much
Laugh when said celebrities experience some misfortunes
Welcome to another round of Sunday love lists, guys. It's surprising how Sundays come pretty fast these days, I wonder what's the deal with it. Is it just my feelings or I spend so much time wandering aimlessly and being pretty much dysfunctional, Stephanie Pratt style?
Here are the little things I love from the previous week :
1. Getting a song sponsored I think I've mentioned it in one of my previous posts, I submitted a song to a certain international music website to be sponsored and promoted in their free download programs. The idea is when people download my song, I'll get paid. Which may bring a lot of new audiences too, so imagine how stoked I am when the song is actually accepted. I'll give you more details on this after June 25th 2009, okay? You gotta download that song when the program finally started, guys.
2. Jam session with Request and the band Also mentioned in a post earlier this week. The guys from The Platinum Music wanted me to try practicing my song in their compilation album with a full band to see how it'd sound. It sounded AWESOME and we had a lot of fun doing little remixes here and there. I can't wait to actually perform with a full band, do you guys know I was actually in a hiphop /top 40 band during my high school years? We performed a lot but I quit since I wanted to do my own music.
3. Long naps My fatigue feeling from last week hasn't gone and I have period cramps to add to the problem. I was grumpy and testy earlier this week so I've been spending a lot of time in bed, while cutting a few classes to take long naps. Bad, I know. But a girl in "the cramps" deserves to do whatever she wants, right? Men, take notes. Whatever you say wont help as much as Coldstone ice creams, say umm, cookie dough?
4. Popcorn with extra butter See #3, lady problem grumpiness leads to heavy craving. For me, it's different each month. I wanted something salty and buttery this time, so my driver got me a huge bag of popcorn on Wednesday while I was rolling on the rug with hot bottled water pressed to my stomach at home. Easy, right? Most of my girl friends crave things that are harder to get, like specific crepes from a gourmet place or specific fries from their favorite fast food joints. Mine is too cheap, but I still have next month, yes?
5. Talking to AMY Yes, the girl made it to my love list again. Why doesn't she live nearby? Don't you wish your favorite bloggers live nearby? We talk a lot and I told her a few stories I haven't told my IRL best friends yet, they're so gonna pout! If you haven't followed her blog, you should! For the boys, she really looks like Devon Aoki so try not to hit on her so obnoxiously, yes?
6. Watching Grand Master Flash & having too much fun doing so Okay for you hip-hop heads in the States who have watched him tons of times since the beginning of time, shuddup! This is the first time I saw his set in Jakarta, he played at Blowfish last Friday. D'Makaveli guys got the table exactly beside the DJ booth so we could watch everything. There were a few high lights of the night :
- Drinking my weight in Hpnotiq shots and Vodka mixed with, I don't know, everything else?
- Dancing with my friends in any flat surfaces
- Enjoying old school hiphop tracks, the guy is older than my mom!
- Hosting a couple of Brazilian models, which has potentials in ruining my self esteem. Why are all a lot of Brazilian girls so pretty, skinny, leggy and tall? I wear size 0 but I still got extremely self conscious that night. I feel like a midget, lame. They're so fun though! I played wing women for many of the guys, they so owed me drinks!
- One of the Brazilian models from the previous point, told me I was super nice and super cute while snagging my phone to save her phone number. She proceeded to press my hand and told me to give her a call. Should I be flattered or amused? The guys then couldn't stop pointing at me and said, "Tila Tequila! Tila Tequila! Tila Tequila!"
- Do you guys think she meant it like that? She's just being friendly, right? Do I looklike I can swing both ways? I asked my friend Guyer and he thought it was hot. WHAT.
- ... Nope, I'm straighter than a police line!
- This funny conversation : Me : *while staring at a friend making a drink* I want a drink too. Him : What do you want? Me : *filling a glass with ice cubes and vodka* Vodka and sprite Him : The sprite is out, do you want vodka with tonic instead? Me :*filling the glass with tonic* I don't know how to make it, like this right? Him : Yeah, and put two limes on it. Me :*dropping two limes on the glass* Him : *laughing mercilessly* OH MY GOD SQUEEZE THE LIME.
Yep, was clearly a too happy drunk and no wonder I woke up around 2 pm the next day! Here are some pictures :
Another good inside jokes with me and my bloggy girls ( shout outs to Jen, Amy, and Ejannz! ). Dude is a bad actor, but any of you ladies find him sexy too? Physically, of course. I heard he's a douche in real life.
8. Pitbull's Hotel Room Service Yes this is another cheesy dumbing the nation song of this perverted Reggaeton star but I'm so hooked, it's actually my song of the week! I enjoy the way my parents glare everytime I sing out the chorus, "Forget about your boyfriend and meet me in the hotel room, you can bring your girl friends and meet me at the hotel room.." Well, this track probably will high light my car trips for the upcoming months too, take a listen, forget how stupid it is and let your hips shake. For serious!
In fact, let me just tell you I'm not a morning person at all, I'll be better off to get a job after college that has flexible hours so flexible I can show up after 10 or 11 AM. Which sounds too good to be true if I ever wanna work as a lawyer and use my future law degree to a proper use. They're totally morning birds, man. Unless I ditch that option altogether, telling a huge label in the face that they better sign me ( without making bomb threats in their building ) because I'm one talented artist and just live the life consisting of late night song makings, awesome gigs & tours and never having to get up in the crack of dawn because hey, these people should totally build their schedules around me and I say no activities until after noon, right?
I wish.
I already said bye-bye to that decision high school when my parents told me whatever stupid thing I wanna do in the entertainment business ( their words, not mine ), I better have more serious career to get going as well. Meaning the post law school gig. And if I didn't do so I'd be this huge failure to the family and I should just scoot and never see or talk to any of them ever again, no inheritance, no trust fund, no connection whatsoever. It's tough being raised in one conservative Asian pool : whatever mental damage your family may give you, you can never picture a life without them.
Tell me about it, I know people hate stereotypes but the stuff you heard about those conservative Asian parents who would constantly feel in charge about their kids and tell them what to do? Surely based on cold facts. Even when their kids are married or grown up or something. The other day, I told my mom that I have plans to get an apartment with my own money instead of moving to one of the places they have in the city ( although the one they'd give me is this ridiculously huge 3 bedrooms condo right in the center of the city and I wont afford it myself anytime soon ) and she flinched. Straight up flinching and asking me to get one of those cool cars instead, if I want. What kind of craziness is this? I don't wanna have a Maserati or anything cool like that if that means being a homeless, or having my parents pull out their parents card because I live under their roofs.
This may be a straight up punch to Asian parents everywhere but only letting your kids move out when they get married ( school in different country / city don't count, peeps ) ? Lamest rule ever. I'm one of those who thinks you can't really enjoy moving out to your own place if that means you're married in the process. That doesn't count. I think I crave one of those fabulous SATC lives, young executives with fabulous lifestyles with all the cool jobs and post office hours glamorous social time. My parents make sure I don't get one anytime soon by denying me my rights to move out as long as they can. Rebel out, you say? My Asian upbringing will only make me feel extremely guilty and sinful instead of feeling happy.
I'm damaged.
Maybe I just want the hard cold independence that comes with freedom instead of feeding off the gold platter. I hate all these family rules ( I still have curfews!!! I'm almost 22!!! WTF!!! ) and I wanna be more in charge with my life so bad even if it means losing a few privileges. A couple of times in the past I just seek for temporary sense of growing up by visiting that oh-so-gorgeous apartment and day dream for hours on that white big couch ( So MTV Cribs? Thought so! ) overlooking Jakarta's incredible skylines. The place is like a token, or a portal to adulthood for me. Sad much?
Where all of these thinking comes from, you say? It's been in my head for a while ( if by a while means years ), it's just provoked even more if I have to do something I don't like. Like, waking up so early in the morning.
Really, feel bad for me. Feel bad for me and all products of conservative Asian parents everywhere. No wonder all of us drink so much.
Some people have nerves to say I spend time buying unnecessary things online.
Well, sure, there are times I get bored and browse mindlessly on ShopStyle or Net-a-Porter.Com ending up putting some cute dresses or jackets or shoes in the shopping cart and click buy button, only to receive packages in the following weeks and be all like 'whoa what have I done' as my girl friends telling me I have a problem.
And my dad? He even told me one of these days the whole family may need to gather in my room and surprise me with a huge intervention banner, How I Met Your Mother style.
Some nerves. Especially since he doesn't really look at himself and his own pointless shopping habit, no matter how much he says it's actually different than mine.
You see, my dad can't work the internet so well, some may think it's a curse but I call it a blessing. I don't need both of my parents stalking me on Facebook, you know? Due to this, my dad certainly doesn't do online shopping.
But he surely does TV shopping. You know all those short ads and promo on TV about random products that you can get only by calling and you'll get them delivered to you? From fitness equipments to blenders? My dad gets his kicks out of those. As a really senior ( super ancient and old, if you prefer) lawyer, he does what all of them do : leaving the work to younger people who work for him unless he has super important case / meeting and spend his days just having fun and chill. Chill for my dad means play golf, go sailing, play video games and watch a lot of TV. This is where his TV shopping problem began.
It started casually when he told me we may need more fitness equipments at home, I was supporting that decision because all we had that time were a treadmill and some dumbells. I really can't do treadmill or running, you guys, they make me dizzy. So from that TV shopping program, my dad got us a weight machine and an elliptical, which I use until now. A couple months later, he went a bit overboard and got a crazy exerciser ( the machine that you just have to stand on it and it'll shake off your fat or something ), a fitness ball, a few mattresses, a punching bag and some gloves. The home gym's pretty complete, yet somehow barely used. I wonder what got into his head, he usually spends time around 10 minutes in one of the cardio machines, grinning like a kid before taking a nap. That's the spirit.
I think he just enjoys dialing the phone and order something, like some kind of creepy addictions. Because he orders a lot, guys, I've seen some of the most irrelevant things a person can possibly order.
Don't get me wrong, he got a massage chair. It's AWESOME. I'm having my back and shoulders massaged as I type.
But then he bought my mom a breast shaper, which my mom gave to me after saying 'I need it more than her'. Nice, way to ruin my self esteem.
He got my cook a set of knives that she only stared absent mindedly. My cook isn't a 5 star hotel chef, she's a very traditional woman using one or two knives for everything. She doesn't even use complicated modern utensils, so why on earth then my dad got an infrared rice cooker and infrared frying pan? Also a yogurt maker and one of those water thermos that could produce negative ions or something that supposedly good for your bodies.
As if those aren't ridiculous enough, he purchased something you may call a tornado mop. He calls it a magic mop. A magic mop that could squeeze itself and came with this very convincing picture of an easy, effective, and fun way to mop the floor :
The apple doesn't really fall that far from the tree, but why does the tree have to be so peculiar?
You do any TV shopping? What's the stupidest thing you've ever bought?
Is it possible to be super tired at the point that you feel a bit light headed and can feel the soreness of your body all through the bones? I definitely think so, I just got home and basically feeling exhausted so I'll just give you quick updates in some of the aspects of my life, here we go :
On School :
My summer semester is trying to kill me. The classes are twice as long since we compete with 3 months time limit and all that, so far I haven't harmed any professors.
I haven't got any assignments, as far as I know at least
I'm still trying to come up with ideas for my thesis. The soul searching is unpleasant.
On Music & D'Makaveli :
I just met this cool band to practice my songs together. The music sounds good with the usual minus one format, but when it's with live band it's just so much better! Check out our first practice with Request :
I'm waiting for one of my producers to finish a new beat and may I say I'm a bit nervous since I have to write a song in Indonesia. I'm not used to rap with my own language.
D'Makaveli will have another event next week, means another gig for me, at this club Immigrant. So I'm excited about that.
This rapper / producer from France asked me to do a verse on his track, I hope it's gonna be a cool one, yes? I love international collaborations!
I have tons of blogs left to read in my google reader, here I thought summer holiday means looser schedule. Wrong!
I'm currently super in love with The Hush Blog. Have you read it? Hilarious, check it and go subscribe.
I simply wish the weekend comes sooner, this Friday I plan to check the set of Grand Master Flash in Blowfish. He's too much of a legend to be missed. D'Makaveli scored a table already, so far so good.
I need to buy a dress for previous point. What do you think? Strapless dress? Halter dress? One shoulder dress? Ruffles? Bows? Belts? Going out is confusing.
Those new Starbucks summer drinks with jellies inside = sucks. Have you tried them? I felt like drinking liquid card boards with eels inside.
How do you like the fresh first episode of True Blood season 2? So far the sex scenes totally deliver but I figure one of those vampires should kill Jason because the dude's super annoying to me!
I'm gonna end this post with a big yawn followed by covering myself with a huge blanket but before that, how are you lovelies doing?
I gotta say there are times I really love my line of work and my surroundings, no matter how complicated they are. I get to meet people, a lot of people and figure out how more than half of them are twisted. You really can't see it from the glittery surfaces sometimes, but take a dive and you'll learn a lot. If you live in the big city and wanna survive it socially, surely you know some of these basic rules : trust no one, keep your friends close, don't gossip to new people, but mingle with the right crowd.
Sadly the right crowd consists of 70% two-faced mean and backstabbing people you shouldn't let any of your secrets slip to. You see, they're not a nice bunch, no matter how glamorous and fun they live their lives. They trash talk their "best friends", snag their boyfriends / girlfriends, spread nasty rumors, etc. Insecurities and jealousy play major points here, just like one of my best friends said, "Hang with them, have fun with them, but keep your thoughts and stories to yourself always."
I can't be more agreed.
Which is why I wanna gossip to you guys, my lovely bloggy friends, instead. Imagine us ** in this swanky bar, drinking fruity cocktails ( I'm feeling lychee martinis ). I'll expect you ladies to wear cocktail dresses and guys in gorgeous jackets and a pair of nice pants. You know, Sex and The City style.
I'll expect you to nudge me and said, "What's been happening? Anything juicy?"
Did you say that? Because I'll answer with a fabulous hair flicking gesture and a press in your arm while saying, "You're not gonna believe what Freddy* did!"
Please think that Freddy is our mutual friend, our well known womanizer scandalous friend. One of those guys who have looks but nothing else. He doesn't have strong financial points, from out of town, jobless, and lives from couch to couch. Yet every girl seems to adore her. The guy is as friendly and flirty as a bunny, a total charmer that makes any crazy ladies wanna get and buy him everything he likes. I swear the guy never has to pay for anything.
So yeah, with this acknowledgement, you should respond with dramatic, "OH NO! What did he do this time?" Yes, of course with a hand covering your mouth, cocktail glass put back on the table and everything.
Because that's my cue, yes people, my cue to tell you this story :
"One of my fabulous and super nice gay friends, Michael*, is apparently into Freddy. He's so into Freddy, it's not even funny. I thought there's no way Freddy gonna respond to that since he's too straight and too much of a womanizer to root for another team, you know? But then Freddy started to lead him on by texting and calling him. Asking him to meet for dinner, just the two of them. He let Michael take him to movies, parties, and restaurants. He charmed Michael the way he charmed women before, and Michael is certainly head over heels enough to be getting him stuff. Michael is pretty freaking loaded, you know? A lot of Michael's friends have warned him about the possibilities of Freddy only using him and the poor guy's confused. He text me this morning and I really don't know what to say. Freddy is in my circle, but at the same time Michael is a quite a great guy to even be used like that. What should I do?"
What would you respond to that?
Personally, I'm confused. Materialistic guys are no more of a surprise in the modern world, just like male prostitutes. But how buyable and immoral a guy should be to even do experiment with his sexual orientation just for money and privileges? No, don't even tell me he's being real and it's homophobic of me to say those things because I'm not. I love all my gay friends and wish nothing but their happiness, but I really feel there's no way Freddy's this sweet to Michael out of sincerity, feelings, OR a change of sexual orientations. He can't be gay since Michael isn't the first gay guy who hit on him and he likes his ladies too much . However, he might secretly be a bisexual though. A gold digging one! Well, whatever his orientation is, a douche is a douche, you know? I just hope I'm wrong, I hate seeing nice people get hurt.
*Definitely not their real names, silly. I'm not stupid ;). ** Did you enjoy how straight out of chick flick shows the conversations were?
It's the 9th week of the love list, I can't believe I can be this committed putting a certain post together every Sunday but hey, it really helps me feeling grateful. Since this week is a crazy and busy one, here are some of the things that I can scrap for you :
1. Acing my Environmental Law make up interview test, and passed the subject!!! Remember what I wrote in this post that one of my professors lost the class final papers so a lot of us had to take this interview test to get our final grade? The result is out and I got a B, if you're a law student you'll know how this subject is pretty complicated not to mention BORING. I didn't pass two semesters ago and I'm FINALLY OUT. If you're here, Hpnotiq shots on me.
2. Reaper marathon I was really sick and tired on Friday when I found full season 2 DVD's of Reaper and began to watch it all night. People tease me a lot for liking this show but I don't care. I like seeing devil's child capturing lost souls from hell with funny looking vessels with his two best friends. Sadly, I heard the show is officially canceled since CW is stupid and apparently actual entertaining shows out there are always eventually hammered this way.
3. Performing while keeping myself to not collapse / fall off the stage Remember my last post about me performing in one of those slummy looking clubs in South Jakarta that are filled with so-called Hip-hop heads? Yeah, pretty special experience for me. Not only that I manage to get outside the box, I did it while my body temperature was very high with watery eyes and nose. The fever made me pretty delusional that I sat most of the times, yet still got on that stage, performing my songs and jumping all over. I did jump down to interact with audience too, although when it's done I curled up on a couch again while my friends tried to get me drink more water and asked whether I wanted to faint. I did. Such blessings.
4. Offending a douchebag...and enjoying it! I hate offending people but this guy had it coming. He's a guy in hip-hop music industry that promised my friend some help in promoting his work but in the end just left his materials hanging. These days he's been contacting me and some of my friends think he's just shady. He totally criticized my music and I suspected he somehow wanted to infiltrate my circle. He talks to me like I'm a newbie while I've been doing this for the past 7 years and got stabbed a lot by people like him. A couple of days ago, this conversation happened :
Douchebag ( DB ) : *in arrogant 50 Cent-ish tone* I wanna try you out for this gig that will be here in upcoming months, if you like I can score you an audition...
Me : ....
DB : You know, just to see if you have it or not whether you can perform good or not and if you're not then another artist should perform..
Me :*breathe* Well, the thing is : I don't audition. I shouldn't have to. Have a good day. *hung up *
Which is, I know, arrogant of me but I was too annoyed by him and if you live in Indonesia you'll know what I mean. This country isn't exactly filled with good rappers like the ones they have in Malaysia or Singapore. The guy is, of course, pissed and I love every second of it.
5. New "interesting people" to analyze ( and to gossip about with friends ) Since some of the people I went out with last Saturday are actually the ones who know everyone in the city, I met a quite a bunch of interesting people. Where to start? I met a girl who lives abroad for a few years and now talk like she can't speak Indonesia properly, it's pretty ironic she didn't realize people are secretly mocking her for being a stuck up washed out. I also attended this birthday party at this club, Equinox, when I was introduced to a very self content DJ who wore shades inside a club and screamed to the crowd how he's a turntable royalty. Whatever that means, you know? At least I hit those malibu pineapple for encouragement.
6. Viewing Star Trek in totally different perspective So a bunch of people who have watched Star Trek a couple of times already decided to give it a watch again. It's just that good. But when you gather a couple of girls and a gay guy to watch it together ( with two straight guys ) , watching Star Trek can be such an experience. Some of the girls kept giving dirty comments about ripping Captain Kirk's uniform, or bang the vulcan out of Sylar. Whatever that means, my ears were ringing. Chris Pine is hawt, though.
Waking up after a long night of performing and partying on a Friday morning feels weird. Is it because my inner conscience feel that parties should be done on weekend nights instead of Thursday nights? How conservative Asian is that state of mind. I must be getting older.
Anyhoo, the gig last night was pretty interesting. I think interesting is pretty much an understatement.
It's certainly not one of the clubs me and the guys usually organize events at. I'm pretty surprised since the guys usually throw their events at such it clubs that are flooded with social darlings and creme de la creme. Don't get me wrong, I kinda knew what to expect since I went to this club once like a couple years ago but it has changed so much. Now it's way darker and looked pretty edgy. It's pretty famous during early 2000's and it kinda lost its rating and regulars. Now, whenever people say they go there, others will be all, "Really?" with a few chuckles. The people who still go there are, well, you got the point. I can't explain it without sounding mean.
The club tried to bring back the it crowds by assigning each of famous event organizers to make events there. Our turn was last night.
How did the night go, you say?
First, I kinda stay close to the guys since I was afraid I might get robbed. Kidding. I need to see what's outside the box and explore. The club now kinda looklike the mixture of the bars in tourist areas in Bali/Pattaya/Phuket ( you know with overly colorful lights, dark surroundings, cheap drinks and Asian girls with clothes 3 sizes too small ) and one of those underground dance clubs we see in Step Up 2 and You Got Served. Even some of the crowds wore the "supposedly hip-hop" attires with baggy jeans, scarves around their head, baseball caps, jerseys , shiny piercings, and just pop out break dancing moves. At the clubs I usually perform at, people show up in cocktail dresses and nice jackets. I'm sure if anyone pulls out the break dancing moves invading the dance floor there, security will escort them out. Me and some friends had fun pointing out the differences. It's pretty crowded though, see my point :
Second, the crowds just stared. I think they have sense of teritorial or something since we're on their turfs. They stared at what we wear, how we danced, how we sat at our booth upstairs. They only got nicer after our line ups of Live performing artists ( including yours truly ) performing on the stage. Most of them enjoyed it, some just gave those bitchy "I'm more hiphop than you 'cuz' I dress like Lil Wayne groupie and you looklike one of those pretentious peeps straight outta Dolce & Gabbana ad" stares, which I found silly. If they know hip-hop so well, they'll not be so close minded to new performers and their songs, right? My songs are cool, dammit. :P They need to tone down on watching BET and stop expecting live PA's to perform Soulja Boy-ish tracks that they're way too familiar with. The rest are pretty tame though, gave pretty much decent shouts when I told them to.
Third, I got sicker. Only my rap partner who could tell I sounded a bit sick, and yet I still rap around 5 verses of my two songs. The waiters kept giving me some purple drinks although I refused, my will power isn't that strong too. Another friend ordered a bottle and some wine and he wouldn't take no for an answer. It's funny how I sat on the couch with huge scarf wrapped around me while people dancing, but then my favorite tracks were played so I had to get up in all my sickness glory to dance and jump all over the place before I sneezed and had to sit down again. I went home around 2 am and now the fever just got higher. Leave me looking like this :
I think I need to sleep all day today. Tomorrow is Saturday, it will suck to be sick. Have a great weekend everyone!
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