If I Were...

My version of If I Were. Inspired by Ramblings Of a Fab Brunette and twentyfourcarat.net.

If I were a month, I’d be September.
( my birthday month! )

If I were a day of the week, I’d be Friday.

If I were a time of day, I’d be 00.00.

If I were a planet, I’d be Saturn.

If I were a liquid, I’d be a frozen peach bellini.


If I were a scent, I’d be a mixture of mandarin, melon, white cherry, passion fruit, jasmine, peony, freesia, rose, orange flower, pink musk, tree moss, blonde woods and patchouli.
( which are exactly the composition of my 4-years favorite perfume, Glow After Dark )

If I were a direction, I’d be South.

If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a king-size bed.

If I were a car, I’d be a Bentley Continental.
( Buy me one? )


If I were a gemstone, I’d be a diamond.

If I were a tree, I’d be a Palm tree.

If I were a tool, I’d be a hammer.

If I were a flower, I’d be a cherry blossom.


If I were an element, I'd be fire.

If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a mild rain.

If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a harp.

If I were a food, I’d be dollar pancakes with fruits and ice cream.
( served anytime at one of my favorite pancake houses, Pan-O )


If I were a color, I’d be purple.

If I were an emotion, I’d be affection.

If I were a fruit, I’d be a mango.

If I were a sound, I’d be the sound of a record needle scratching a vynil record.

If I were a place, I’d be Matira Point, French Polynesia.
( I.WANT.TO.GO)


If I were a material, I’d be silk.

If I were a taste, I’d be sweet.

If I were a sea animal, I’d be a dolphin.

If I were a song, I’d be Sexy Bitch.
( I'm shameless but ladies, honk if you feel this song! )



If I were an object, I’d be a microphone.

If I were a body part, I’d be the lips.

If I were a facial expression, I’d be a pout.

If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be a pair of statement platforms.
( This one is Galliano. I can never wear it this extreme but it's so fierce! )


What would you be?

Whole New Level Of Sluttiness!

Apparently today is Lingerie Day in Twitterville. Check out your trending topics. People unite all over the place, especially in Brazil, to celebrate it by putting up lingerie photos. To my male readers, go take a peek! Many women get dolled up, put their sexiest lingeries on, pose in their most seductive positions and upload the shots in twitter.

A few examples? Here, here, and here. Happy Lingerie Day to you!

I've written before about how much I love lingeries, right? How women should try buying them for themselves if they ever see a cute pair? How they can be a sexy confident boost?

Somehow I feel today's celebration isn't really about it all.

It's no longer about flaunting your best assets to yourself and making you realize how gorgeous you can look. It's not even about pleasing your significant other / boyfriend / husband / date anymore. Now it's more like showing and pleasing the whole world including dozens of strangers and perverts clicking around said trending topic.

Congratulations ladies, your boobs and butt cracks are now out there for us to see.

Maybe I'm a prude. Maybe I'm too Asian for my own good, despite how much I convince myself I'm so much more open-minded than my parents, grand parents, and great grandparents. I just can't seem to wrap my head around it. I know there are breast cancer websites with women taking pictures of only their boobs for charity, I can understand that. But this? With the whole sexy face making, index finger on the mouth, boobs and ass jutted out in skimpy undergarments? Real time public access, nonetheless? I know I should not judge when I'm far from being the holiest person here but maybe there's a satisfaction from being a semi-exhibitionist I don't know about.

Here I thought Facebook can be full frontal, I was wrong. At least whoring around in Facebook usually can only be seen by people in your friend list.

Your thoughts?






ps. THIS might be the hottest picture from the whole bunch though.
pss. LMAO!

Next time I'll just hide in my room...

If you've read my blog for a while, you'll know that I'm close with both of my parents and my siblings. They're really busy but we always make time to hang out or have dinner together every Sunday. I can say with a straight face and zero sarcastic tones on how much I love my family.

However, I can't really say the same thing about my extended ones. You know, uncles? aunts? cousins? My paternal grand parents have 16 children ( my dad is the 15th ) and my maternal ones have 6. They got married, have kids who got married, etc. There are also those couple-of- times-removed uncles / aunts / cousins / nephews / nieces. Imagine how many people I usually encounter in a big family gathering ( which is held at least once a month from both sides of the family, by the way! ) ?

Not all of them are bad, I admire a few but there are certain people that irritate me at the point that I wanna scratch my eyeballs out. I'm much better at self control these days but how patient do I have to be if they keep on saying the most ridiculous things after I say hello with a polite smile on my face? Here are a few from a dinner party at my house last Sunday :

"Are you graduated already? Are you gonna be a lawyer like your dad? Lawyers are scumbags, you know that right?" - One of my uncles, in front of my dad.

BRA-VO. Most Considerate Man Of The Year!

"So you haven't had formal job yet? Robbie ( his son ) is just accepted for a scholarship in Tokyo where he will work for a big Japanese company while earning master degree. Maybe you should try harder." - Another uncle.

I don't even have my bachelor degree yet!!! Master what?

"Oh, you're graduating? Good, good. Does it mean the rebel phase, screaming with loud music on stage thing will pass? Time to look for a husband now" - One of my older cousins.

A guy who doesn't want a rapper wife will certainly be a lousy husband. NEXT!

"Look at you all grown up. Who's your boyfriend now, sweetheart? My son is in medical school and he has a lot of friends." - One of my aunts.

What is it with relatives always trying to set you up? Mam, let my bootay speaks for itself.

"Look at you, why are you skinny? Are you trying to be like Paris Hilton? Girls these days are influenced by Hollywood and media...bla-bla..." - Another Aunt.

Sigh, and in my chubbier days you told me I looked like Patrick from SpongeBob SquarePants.

Anyone in your extended family like this or I'm the luckiest here? Share your story, my dears.

On Bootlegger Awards, Bloggy Love & Cheryl Yeung

Just got this in the mail earlier today from the fabulous Lisa, I still can't stop jumping up and down!

I KNOW, I'm a bit late in posting it. I was screaming when I checked out the announcement in Bali ( which is exhilarating by the way, in Tumblr one at a time? I'm about to have heart attack! ) but it feels so much more real now with this badge. I just wanna say THANK YOU SO MUCH for everyone who voted for me. You guys rock. I've never thought you'd think of me when you see that nomination, other nominees are spectacular. Sometimes when my bad self esteem kicks in, I wonder what you guys see in me with the whole loving microphone and hip-hop a little-too-much thing or sniffing my hair unconsciously from time to time. However, I'm glad you voted for me. THANK YOU.

And for all the winners, congratulations! Well-Deserved! I need to say a few words for my bloggy friends who won here :

• Lilu, you swept almost everything and you deserved it.
• Ben, sexiest blogger should make more sexy vlogs. Stat. We want Ricky Martin dance.
  
• Kerri, you really are one of the sincerest, sweetest girl I've ever encountered in the blogosphere. I wish more women could be less catty and more Kerri.
  
• Jenn, we've all grown to love you indeed!
  
• Brandy, I hope winning these awards helps you feel better. Love Harder is really on the move!
• Jessica, I want to be more like you. You have such exciting life!
  
• Amy, everybody who reads this should go to your blog and click subscribe because they'll get hooked. Just like me.

Alright, I'm getting teary-eyed here but I'm not done just yet. I wanna talk to you about one of my dearest darlings here in the blogosphere, Cheryl.

Isn't she a doll?

Cheryl is one of the first bloggers I read, one of the first bloggers who regularly commented, one of the first bloggers who added me on facebook and actually talked to me. She genuinely asks me about my days, says stuff that makes me laugh and her blog cheers me up in my bad days even without she realized it. So is her twitter. She is now currently nominated in 20-Something Bloggers for February's Featured Blogger.

This is where I want you guys to come in, let's vote for her. BFF aside, I'm not gonna ask you this if I don't think she's really good at what she does. Her blog can make you laugh one day, cry the next, and analyze your life as a result. She's a perfect example of someone who's been through a lot but still staying strong and see the funny things from all of it. That's how we should see life after all, right? If you're unable to see the humor from your misery and bounce back from it, you're doomed.

Her blog is here, read a few posts and if you like it you can vote here. I love Cheryl, I think you will too!

Bali, Bali, Bali : The Love List

Blogosphere, I'm officially back. I've been back in town a few days ago but still so exhausted. Not to mention I had a gig last night to prepare for. More updates on that later since it kicked so much ass, it deserves an entirely separate post. First, I'd like to say lots of thank you's to Nashe, Ejannz, and Nikolett for doing guest posts for me while I was away. You ladies have special place in my heart and are allowed to pinch my butt. Yes, Nashe, I got the hints.

Anyhoodle, I love Bali so much I feel like packing my bags again and stay there for months. I've been there a bunch of times yet the place still amazes me. I can't write every single thing but here are the things I love the most about my last trip, in no particular order ( if you love traveling and plan to visit Bali, take a note! ) :

1. PRETTY OCEANS AND BEACHES!
Due to staying at Hard Rock Bali, I only need to walk a few meters to go to the beach but somehow it isn't so impressive because Kuta and Legian beaches are complete tourist traps. I've spent a lot of time instead in Pecatu New Kuta beach, Kubu Beach, beaches around Seminyak area, and the secluded Padang - Padang ( where Julia Roberts shot Eat, Pray, Love ). I laid on the beach practically all day. I played with the waves, watched people, sipped drinks, tried a beach massage, learned to surf with mini board. The last one injured me pretty bad, I drowned 4 times and sprained my legs. It's WORTH IT though.

The ocean view in Padang - Padang

Ignore my signature flowery red pants and bask in the view!

Padang - Padang beach, pro surfer entering the ocean only.

La Luciola's Private Beach

Kubu Beach in Ayana Resort & Spa

Let's Surf! ( The wave is no joke! )

OKAY! I'M NOT GOOD AT THIS! HELP!

Drowning, screaming, not my proud moment here. Look at the instructor chasing me.

Today's lesson : just frikkin' sit...

...or have a massage!

2. Awesome restaurants, lounges and bars
Me and my mom tried to check a bunch of places in various places in Bali. From the fanciest ones to cheapest ones ( beach shacks selling seafood and roast duck, yum! ). We had coffee in one place, dinner in another, skip to another one for dessert and another one for the drinks and music. My favorites?

• Rock Bar. To reach it you need to ride an elevator down the cliff. The place is located on natural rocks 14 meters above the ocean at the base of towering cliffs. Perfect for sunset.
  
  
  Woohoo!
  
  
  Pardon my pouty post-surfing-injury face!
  

• Ku De Ta. Doesn't everyone? It has been one of the most popular spots to watch sunset and have drinks / dinner in the island for years. Love the flavored mojitos!
  
  
  
  Waiting for the sunset!
  
  
  
  

• La Luciola. The place is classy with no loud tourists, private beach and amazing Italian food.
  
  
  
• This open air restaurant / bar in Seminyak Beach, I forgot the name. They have 4 dollars a jug sangria ( I wish I was kidding! ) and fire dancers. Awesome-o.

• Klapa. The beach where I surfed above is just under this hip restaurant / bar complex. It's up the cliff with views to the beach and the ocean with infinity pool for the visitors to use. Perfect for chillaxin all afternoon with frozen pinacoladas and watch Balinese dancers before sunset.
  

3. Hanging out by the pool (s) as long as I want!
There are about 7 or so pools in Hard Rock in separate areas, which I love, but outside the place I stumbled to many pools too. In Ayana, for example, they have infinity salt water pool I like. In Klapa, like I wrote above, the infinity pool overlooking the beach and ocean is super awesome. This is why I have bathing suit under my clothes at all times.

4. Legian and Seminyak areas!
If you're a frequent Bali visitor, then you know how famous these areas are. They have shops, bars, restaurants, and lounges in every corner. People go there during the day to shop, eat, people watch, and drink and at night...hey, they actually do the same with the addition of all night partying. Last I heard, my friend almost went into a comma when she started drinking on 10 am then continued to party all the way until 9 am the next day. Drinks are pretty cheap with new bars keep sprouting here and there, in some corners you can even buy it from booze carts. No kidding. These are where most Australian tourists can be found ( Bali is the 2nd home for Australians and Pacific Islanders ).

5. Shopping, shopping, and shopping again!
Kuta and Legian have many, many places to shop. From chic boutiques, surf shops, until traditional markets where sometimes you wanna strangle the sellers, especially if you're not good at bargaining like me. These places are awesome for people watch too, I saw many foreign tourists looking astonished in cheap pirated DVD stores. Some were almost in a fist fight over fake Balenciaga and Jimmy Choo bags. I opted for cheap non fake stuff in traditional markets. Brought home 10 different kinds of I-Love-Bali shirts, jeweled bracelets and colorful sandals.

Beside all the details above, I also love spa packages and cabana massages that are available almost everywhere I go. Nothing beats the traditional Balinese spa, so relaxing. Now that I've had the much needed getaway, I feel really refreshed. Anxious too, I WANNA GO BACK.

How's your week? Anything I miss? Any scandalous news out there, beside someone grabbed David Beckham's crotch? BRAVO. Just saying!

Love Harder

Internet is an awesome place and these bloggers in the video ( made by Lilu, yes? ) are beyond awesome. I got teary-eyed when I watched it earlier today, my prayers go to Brandy and her boyfriend. For all of you reading this, you can help too by praying, reposting, or donating. Read her plea here and check this out :

The quandry: We feel terrible. Just horrible. And oh so helpless… if only there was something we could DO for them.

The answer: Ummmm. Did you forget that WE ARE THE INTERNET?!?!!??! And also, Yes We Can!!!

The result: Brandy and your Hot Awesome Dude… this one’s for you. Love, The Internet.

Our Plea

Our friend Brandy is a brilliant writer, a wonderful teacher, and a generous friend. And she is in love with a man who has just been diagnosed with multiple myeloma. We are raising money for the Multiple Myeloma Research Fund in his name. For the price of a cinnamon dolce latte, half-caf, hold the whip, you can be part of an effort to cure a disease that affects approximately 750,000 people worldwide.

http://www.loveharder.org

Every dollar brings us a dollar closer to a cure. And every donation brings a sliver of hope to a girl who needs all the hope she can get.

Love Harder.

What You Can Do

• Give. Be part of a worldwide effort to cure a disease that affects approximately 750,000 people worldwide. Every dollar helps.
• Pass it on. Forward this story to five people. Share this blog post. Become our fan on Facebook.
• Love harder. Life is short, love is unbending, and no one knows what could happen next. Tell someone you love them today.

Where Your Money Goes

• The American Institute of Philanthropy recently named The Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation one of the best organizations to give to in terms of their accountability and use of resources.
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a first date guide from an inexperienced dater ...

Today I'm leaving this blog in the hands of Nikolett, one of my beautiful bloggy darlings from Canada. She's into coffee, quality times with her girl friends and boyfriend, also capturing those special moments with her camera. Girl got skill. She's about to graduate college ( like me, yay! ) and become a teacher someday. Girls, you will love her since she's as sweet as chocolate frosting and guys, she's a hottie! This will be the last guest post with me traipsing around Bali and I'll be back tomorrow to squeeze in vacation stories and photos. Enjoy!

When the lovely and most talented femcee I know asked me to do a guest blog, my first thoughts were: 1) I am SO jealous you are in Bali (even if there's lots of old men in Speedos); and 2) What on earth do I blog about? So I asked Andhari herself, who suggested I talk about life before the boyfriend -- life in singledom, and about any bad dates.

Here's a confession: from the last few years of high school to the middle of university, I was in a constant relationship. Three years of the three C's: craziness, cheating (on his part), and lots of crying (on my part). By the time that relationship came to its end all I could think was: yes! Finally! Time to discover "me", and be a single lady. (All my single ladies! Now put yo' hands up!)

I fully embraced my singledomness for a good month until I met ... the boy. We met each other on a city bus on the way from class (turns out we were in the same class), and after a few minutes of good conversation, he asked me out for coffee the next day. COFFEE? I was in. Though terrified. It was going to be my first 'real' date in three years. It would be my first date in university. I had no clue what to do.

I decided to be cool like le cucumber and be myself. We ordered our drinks -- I got a cappuccino while he tried his very first espresso in an attempt to impress(?) and almost gagged -- and our conversation flowed really well. We talked about school, movies, our families, dreams that we had. Until I threw out this gem:

So, do you have any diseases that I should know about?

Up to this day, I still have no clue what came over me when I asked that. And I pretty much zoned out right after that because all I remember is him laughing politely and clearing his throat before saying, "No" (and probably thinking, what a weirdo). But, we're together nearly two years later, so luckily that wasn't the question of death.

But it got me to thinking: what questions/topics should you completely avoid on a first date? I enlisted the help of the boy himself on the phone, and together we came up with a few.

Well, don't be like that guy (or girl) ;)

1) Anything to do with virginity (or lack thereof). Saying "I am/am not a virgin" on a first date usually isn't the best route to start getting to know someone. Leave a lil' something to the imagination.

2) THE FUTURE. By this, I mean your future with your date. Talk about your dreams, future careers and future education, by all means. But if you start saying anything like, "Oh, I think our children would be cute", you've officially gone off into the deep end. Unless you want to get married a week later (whatever floats your boat! ... oh my puns are horrible).

3) A list of all of your ex's and all the things that were wrong with them. He/she might start comparing him/herself to your exes, or wonder why that list is either way too long or full of complaints. Stay as positive as possible. And it's fine if this is the first person you've ever gone out on a date with, too. But just concentrate on yourself and that person ... leave the exes or non-exes out of it.

4) How much you love squirrels. Now, the boy came up with this one (which shows how weird he is, too). I personally think there's nothing wrong with confessing how much you love squirrels, but maybe try to tone it down a little. You want to be yourself on a first date, even though so many try to paint that picture-perfect version of themselves. But BE YOURSELF.

Confess that you like to play World of Warcraft (who knows, they might like computer/video games and you'll have something in common), but don't say you missed two tests and got fired from your job because you played it for 48 hours straight. It might scare people away (or turn some people on ... errm ...).

Seriously though, how could you not love that squirrel in the picture? And his nut ... ahem.

Those are just a select few, though I know the list could go on. So I ask you, either from personal experience or your brilliant brain: What questions or topics do you try to avoid on a first date?

And just so you know, I don't love squirrels ... too much. Hope you've all had a great day! Thanks again Andhari for letting me guest blog (hope I didn't scare any readers away with my ramblings!), and I can't wait to hear all the stories from Bali!

Nikolett xx

{images found via Mingle2.com and weheartit.com}

When I grow up I wanna be a housewife.

Hello Teddy-Bears ( Yes hit me now! ), I'm not back yet but I have another superbly awesome guest poster for you. This time is from a fabulous Malaysian doctor all the way in Ireland, Ejannz. You can call her Dr.Jannz, or Doctor Love since I suspect she's involved in "that kind of practices". Ooh yeah! She's amusing, sexy, and buy tons of lingeries in her spare time. Ready? Okay!

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Hola peeps! It's The Girl in Stiletto here, in my attempt to steal the limelight from the fantabulous Lolita. Kidding. :D Ya know, she's most probably having the time of her life either by a) 'appreciating natural beauty in Speedo' or b) 'taking matters into hand by romping much'. Haha don't I know her a tad too well?

I'm kidding, Lo... I love you much!

Anyways, when Lo asked me to guestpost, I was like, oh man, how am I gonna make myself awesome in 2 days?!? That's like mission impossible.

I mean, I never experienced a guy walking into me showering like what happened to Nashe. Well, not that I know of anyway. Then I was like, saw this bottle of washing liquid, suddenly I felt a tug at my coldless heart. Indeed I am missing someone really bad.

Didn't I say I'm not awesome? I mean, seriously? Washing powder?!

Anyways, if you follow my blog, you'll figure out by now that I used to find this one guy 'interesting'. When I say 'interesting' it simply means that I somewhat have a crush on him, in a major way. But not the kind of crush that I would want to get him in my bed kind of crush (hence labeling the guy as 'interesting') or perhaps it is something I don't want to consciously admit HAHA. But who cares, we all know it's never gonna happen. Me and the guy.

People kept on telling me that he had a crush on me, but he hardly did anything to convince me that he was. Anyweez, he used to send me home from work even though my house is literally two-minutes-drive away from where I was working.

One day on the way sending me home, he asked,

(let's call him SB): Honey, do you need to go to the shop?

Me: No...

SB: Are you sure? You don't want to get anything from the shop? (driving very very slowly - I know he was just buying more time cuz he said so wtf)

Me: Do you want to go to the shop?

SB: Only if you want to.

Me: Ok. I'm gonna need washing powder then.

In front of the shop,

Me: Do you even know what washing powder I'm using?

SB: Ariel? No? Bold! No??

Then he pulled my jacket's sleeve and sniffed the sleeve. I was like,

Me: dude what the??

SB: I don't know.

Me: I'm using Persil. You could have just ask you know.

SB: I knew it!! You smell like a Persil girl.

So yeah, is it just me or is it that having someone buying you washing powder is somewhat endearing? :)

I don't know why I'm telling you this. Lo, hurry back soon before you lose most, if not all of your followers. Please stay around until Lo gets back. I'm sure she has lots of Speedo stories to tell! xD

xoxo,

TGIS.

There's No Sexy Bathroom Action Here, But Still...

Hello, Insomniac Lolita's lovelies. If you read this, it means I'm currently in a tropical paradise either lazying around the pool ( probably intoxicated ) or learning to surf. I hope I wont fall flat on my ass, that would suck. For your entertainment, I have my good friend Nashe here to guest post for me. She's this awesome blogger from the lion city a.k.a Singapore. Just like me, she loves fashion, shopping, hip-hop music, yummy desserts, and sugary cocktails. She promised me mars bars infused tequila if I ever visit her, I think I will. Let's see what she has to say. The space is yours, Nash!

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(Okay before I begin, can I say how terribly jealous I am that Ndee is gallivanting away on gorgeous beaches while I'm stuck here grappling with linguistic theories? The injustice of it all...)

So anyway! Hello, people! This is my first time on guest post duty so be (very) nice, okay? To be quite honest, I still don't get the attraction of letting someone else scribble on your site. Maybe it's the territorial side in me? Still not sure but hey, whatever bakes your creamy cakes, I guess!

I was wondering what to write here, but then Andhari told me "anything" so I figured I'd share stuff I wouldn't normally put on my own blog. So here you go, something that happened to me some years ago...

It was the time one of my elder brother's friends walked in on me.

While I was in the shower.

Now the thing is, I don't usually lock the bathroom door when I'm inside. I'm not sure why, though it might have to do with being lazy. Or maybe coz I knew no one would enter if they heard water splashing around in the bathroom. I mean, it's common sense, right?

Apparently, however, common sense isn't very common.

There I was, lathering myself up in soapy goodness with the water running (Sorry, I wasn't that eco-friendly last time) and the door shut but unlocked.. when this dude pushed the door open. The best part was, this guy didn't just enter. He BARGED IN, like he had a purpose.

What. The. Fock?

I just kinda paused with my right hand on my left shoulder, mid-scrub or something... and he was like standing and staring. Neither of us moved. After what felt like a year or two, he said "Oh." and left.

"Oh"?!?

Smooth, I'm sure. It wasn't until I heard his footsteps fading that I actually thought "Okay, did my brother's friend just see me stark naked?" I giggled, coz I didn't know how else to react.

Honestly, I had no idea what he was doing there in the first place! I mean, I was using the bathroom in my parents' room, for gadsakes! If he needed the loo, he should have been using the one near the kitchen. I mean, the whole point of me using the private bathroom was because I knew my brother had his friends over, y'know?

Was this guy like, exploring the house or something? Did he somehow hear me screaming for help? Or was he deaf to the sound of running water? Whatever, I still have no clue. Shoot me some ideas.

Oh, he was still hanging around later that evening, but I stayed in my room for the rest of the day. LOL. I didn't think I could stand facing him after that.

And if you're wondering? No, I never told my brother what happened. It's weird and all, but at least the guy didn't walk in on me doing anything *cough* dirty! In fact, the whole scene was really clean, wouldn't you say so? It was a shower, after all.

Heh heh ;D

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Aaiiite I better bounce outta here! It's business as usual at TheCookieJar after this. More innocent fun for the whole family minus the grandparents. :)

Thanks again, Andhari, for letting me guest post! Now FedEx me some margaritas and get your perky ass back here!

Improptu Getaway!

So I told you guys how I've been feeling anxious lately after finishing up my thesis and study in general, that I'm not sure if I'm ready for the real world and a formal study-related job ( I do have informal jobs as you know it and it's much more fun! ) but at the same time not doing anything at all until graduation will make me feel like growing my bangs past my eyes, grabbing a guitar and singing a song about "darkness and pain surround my every path". Shout out to emo kids, yo!

I'm not used to loose schedule at all. Don't get me wrong, waking up late is good but then I feel useless an hour after. So far I've tried focusing on music and the event organizer's work. I've also sent a few internship applications a couple of days ago : to two law firms, UNESCO, and World Bank. I should send more but I can't shake these cloudy feelings away. My mom noticed this so she approached me the other day, while I was watching old episodes of South Park and sipping on banana milkshake at 8 am in the morning. This conversation happened :

Mom : How are you feeling?

Me : Awful! ( on the screen : Butters singing What What In The Butt )

Mom : Drinking milkshake so early, are we?

Me : I figure I could be 200 pounds now that I'm jobless, either this or a bottle of greygoose

Mom : No you aren't. You should be enjoying your break now and be happy

Me : Then why am I not?

Mom : *speechless*

Mom : Let's get you out of the city for a while, wanna go to Bali this weekend?

I looked up at her and turned the volume off, "ARE YOU SERIOUS?" She nodded. YES, YES, SO MUCH YES. See, guys, I'm really close to my mom but she is a really busy woman. I only get the chance to really talk to her on Sundays. She works pretty much all the time and there's not a week or two goes by without her having to go out of town or abroad for a business trip, which is why I often play mom role for my younger brothers. We don't see her a lot. I'm proud of her though.

I need to be here, kthx.

Now flights, hotel, and rental car are booked. It's nice of her. But apparently she will still have like two business meetings there, it doesn't matter. It's BALI. All those beaches and places to visit got me day dreaming already. Not to mention our hotel suite with indoor whirlpool and everything. Spa appointments. Oh and the ability to hang around the pool all day. Sure beats being mopey in my living room.

I'll go after my show in Buddha Bar tonight. It means no heavy drinking unless I wanna miss my flight *shudder*. I'm probably not gonna blog until Wednesday but no worries, I have a cute guest poster or two ready to give you entertainment.

Have a great weekend, my lovelies!

TMI Thursday : Mother-Daughter Talk

In a few TMI stories ago, I told you guys about one of my childhood friends Trish*. She's usually called by an endearing pet name : Nympho, for obvious reasons. You can read some of them here. I asked Trish via facebook message the other day whether she has more interesting stories for me to spill here and she generously told me one. Ready?

For a nymphomatic party animal who's always up for 12 shots of Patron in the middle of the day and spend all afternoon in a total stranger's bed ( I know, CLASSY! ), Trish has unusually conservative parents. Kinda like mine but scarier. Her dad often orders her to change clothes every time she wears something short past her knees, even when she's home. Her mom is a really devoted muslim who wears veils and always fast every Monday and Thursday. Both of them are unfriendly whenever a guy comes to pick Trish up or just hang out. Which is why Trish never invites any man over and prefer meeting up with her dates / guy friends somewhere else.

Except this one time she was out real drunk and horny, and this guy he'd been making out with lives pretty much outside the city and didn't have a car. Oh, he was drunk too and 3-ish am in the morning is not the time to try your luck driving / finding a cab to take you to a place hours away. There's a huge possibility you will get lost, or being ditched by a cab driver in the middle of nowhere for treating his cab like a bordello.

Trish decided to take a risk, bringing said random guy home. Her parents would be sleeping already anyway and they could sneak up to her room. They would be quiet and after an hour or two, she'd send the guy on his way. Or at least that's what she thought.

Operation Sneak-And-Bang went smoothly at first, but while doing lord-knows-what she ended up not being quiet enough. Her mom, who apparently was up at the time, noticed the noise and the stifled screaming, so she knocked on her door to check. In Trish's defense, she had tried her best to keep it down. These are her arguments to me :

• The bed betrayed her for creaking and thumping the wall. Awesome. Because I really need to know that about my friend!
• Her mom woke up way too early and couldn't give herself a break from daily morning prayer just once ("It's Sunday, dammit. Can she wake up at noon like us, lazy sinful people, for once?" - Trish. )
  

For you non-muslims, in Islam we have an obligation to pray 5 times a day. One of them is in the early morning, around 4 am. I'm one of those not-so-good muslims for not doing it often enough and when I do, it's usually nearing 6 am. Not Trish's mom though, she has heaven stamped on her forehead.

Back to the hell-stamped story, shall we?

Realizing her mom knocking on the door, Trish was beyond panicked. She told the guy to hide in the closet then she put on her clothes and opened the door. Her mom stormed in, inspecting and sniffing away, and asked her suspiciously, "Is there anyone with you here?"

Trish quickly answered, "No". She held her breath, wishing her mom not opening her closet. Her mom walked around, looked all over room and said,"Were you... masturbating then?"

Trish looked at her mom in shock, "What? MOM ! NO!"

Her mom chose that time to sit on her bed and give her a lecture. It was pretty much like this :

"I wish you didn't lie because it sounds like you're doing something like that from the outside. I just want to tell you it's normal, it's not good but normal. When I was your age, I had moments when I was curious too but it's better than doing a sinful thing with a man who is not your husband. So don't lie to me Trish, I know how it smells like."

Then with a smile, she got out of Trish's room.

She didn't find out about the hidden man and give her a punishment, but she definitely gave her a nightmare.

For more TMI stories, check out Lilu's blog.






* Not real name, of course!

Let's talk Lingerie! *Insert sexy song here*

Treacle from Confession Of Lingerie Addict is hosting a lingerie & stockings blog carnival. The idea is to share a post about either lingerie or stockings, share a great photograph about them, or to share a product you've been drooling over. Read more about it here.

Just like a lot of girly girls, I love beautiful lingeries. I often browse them in stores or online, talk about them with my girl friends. By lingeries here, I don't mean the usual simple bras and panties ( although they're pretty much classified as lingeries too ). I mean something, you know, more complex. Maybe bras with addition of certain laces or cups, any sorts of underwear that expose butt cheeks or transparent or modified, bustier, garter belts, many more.

Some women collect them, wear those tight corsets with pride and take facebook photos of them.Sometimes with chain accessories too. That's what I call sexual vixens. ON. THE.PROWL. MEOW!

I'm slightly more reserved than that. I dont know why, maybe because I'm raised by conservative Asian parents ( There I go stereotyping again! Fellow Asians with strict Asian parents, put your hands up! ) ? Or maybe because I have zero confidence? I buy them, put them on, look at myself in the mirror and embarrassedly giggle. Feeling self conscious a little. And giggle some more.

Men's magazines and websites told men to buy their women lingeries, promising that the ladies will love it but mostly it's for their own pleasures. After all, more advance types of lingeries are meant to make sexy times more fun. If you're a man and reading this, one thing you should know is NOT all girls will like these gifts. Not all girls like lingeries. Only buy them one when they do because it will irritate you if she doesn't want to wear it, and it will piss them off if they feel pressured to wear it. One of my best friends actually dumped her man for buying her this black leather body suits with zippers everywhere with matching latex accessories and pressure her to wear them.

That's another difference between men's and women's taste, by the way. Men tend to pick the sexiest lingeries possible : zippers and holes in 'fun' parts, transparent everything, etc preferably in black or red. While me and most girls I know tend to pick the more feminine ones, the cuter the better. Although of course, sexual vixens on the prowl that I mention above are the exceptions.

Here's a photograph of lingeries I like :


What about you? Do you like lingeries? Buy them often? Have your partner ever asked you to wear lingeries for them? Do you oblige? Have you ever told someone ( via phone calls / texts / e-mails ) you wear lingeries just to seduce them while actually you're at home wearing pajama pants or boy shorts? Don't lie now.

If you never or rarely buy yourself these sexy pieces of undergarment, I suggest you start. Not for other people or men, but for yourself. Good lingeries compliment your body and you'll never know how gorgeous that woman ( or man, I don't judge ) in the mirror could be. Such a sexy confidence boost, isn't it?

Too Caught Up in High School?

Last week I was out one afternoon to stock up on DVD's ( to accompany me being lazy at home during this 'holiday', you see? ) when I ran into a high school friend. She was at a Coffee Bean right across the DVD store so of course, I popped in to say hey. However, she looked pretty awkward and uncomfortable when we talked. I got all confused since I didn't know what I do wrong and I hadn't seen this girl in years, so then I called one of my close friends from high school, Tasha, who laughed after I told her the details.

"Well, it's because she used to have issues with you!" My friend exclaimed. Huh?

Then she explained.

This girl, let's call her Sophie, was one of the prettiest and most popular girl in school. Perky, petite, bubbly, with cutesy Paris Hilton type of voice, you know the drill. Naturally, she's a cheerleader, just like with my said best friend. She dated one of the most wanted guys in school, let's call him Damon. Me, on the other hand, I was already rapping here and there. In love with music and a bit of geek and a rebel. I skipped school, hung out with my best friends and got in trouble a bunch of times. Sophie and her friends often saw me like a freak and gossiped about me a lot. Luckily I have Tasha in cheerleading squad, who had been my eyes and ears and defended me when their gossips got out of hands.


Damon was quite of a man-whore, he's been around. He dated Sophie and let her rule his life but at the same time he cheated on her. Multiple times. They fought a lot but Sophie never dumped his ass, she needed her trophy boyfriend. One day all of a sudden, Damon started texting me. I never really responded since I had my eyes on several older guys ( sue me, I was single and liked my men mature ) but apparently he's capable of taking notes from romantic chick flicks. He bought me flowers, came to my house, offered to drive me home multiple times. I didn't understand what he saw in a girl like me. I was definitely not a trophy girl friend material.

After a while, apparently Sophie heard about Damon straying again. Of course then she made an awesome decision : not dumping him again and blaming all on me. She told the entire school that I had plotted to steal her man. I mean, seriously? I was an angsty rapper chick and she thought I'd like to have the captain of basket ball team as a boy toy? No, girlie, no. Damon, in his panic state, begged my best friend Tasha to not tell Sophie anything. Tasha told Sophie I didn't even want Damon but smartly, she didn't believe me. It's more of an ego thing, after all what popular girl would accept the fact that her boyfriend would hit on a trouble making music geek?

I think you just got a glimpse on one of the reasons I hate high school.

Tasha asked me on the phone why I would bother to even say hey to Sophie in the first place. Hmm, how should I answer that?

BECAUSE I'M NICE, OKAY? How am I supposed to know that high school drama can last until the present time? It was six years ago. We supposed to grow up, open new chapters in life, and move on, don't we? If that's how Sophie prefers it, fine. I don't like her too!!! *pouts like a high school girl*

Have you ever had similar experience? Do you dislike anyone from high school or middle school until now?

Late Sunday Love List #31

I had a pretty eventful week. I predict this is how my life going to be until I get a formal job / internship related to my law study. Right now I just enjoy focusing on my music and event planning, it makes me feel less guilty from waking up at 1 pm and just slouching around on typical week days. Here are random things I love from the past week :

1. Making songs and videos
I have a bunch of beats I haven't written the lyrics to so I did just that and now they're ready to record. I recorded another song which is pretty bouncy and has house-vibe to it. I've also been making a bunch of vlogs and random performance videos. My Windows Movie Maker skill is a joke but at least I'm having fun, right? Here's one of them :



2. Block Battles and future performances
The event organizer I worked in, D'Makaveli, has this new regular installment in this outdoor lounge, Barcode, every month and we named it Block Battles. It's different with our regular club events since it's packed with live performances ( not just me ) and everyone can perform. Any rappers / singers / bands can just come and bring their minus ones if they want a slot. I think it's an awesome idea to revolutionize the industry and help new artists to be heard. I call it Project Passion since I can perform ANY songs I want without restricting them, I usually have to perform my more upbeat tracks in clubs, you see? But not here. If I want to bring my darker tracks, I can. If I wanna perform in T-Shirt and shorts, I can. I love it! We had 14 performers last night and there were several new talents who were really good, I told one of them to do a collaboration with me and he looked surprisingly happy. Pictures will be uploaded soon.

As for my next gigs, I have another club one this Saturday and next week I'll do my set alongside DJ Max Glazer. Have you heard of him, my American friends? He's Rihanna's official tour DJ. He also DJ'ed for P-Diddy, Bad Boys Entertainment, Sean Paul, Jay-Z, Jennifer Lopez, Missy Elliott, and many more. He's the founder of Federation Sound. I CAN'T WAIT.

3. Quality time with my lovelies
I haven't seen them some of my girl friends in a while due to my thesis isolated me from the outside world and the last holiday season. We had a nice late dinner at Puro on Saturday night where we catch each other up and chatted. It was lovely. The night continued with me and Angga heading to Buddha Bar to watch the set of DJ Twist. He had car accident on the way and drama ensued with cop car following us and everything. However, he managed to spin in the end, a bit late, but all of us still had fun. I like the club's melon cocktail, served in champagne glasses. Anyone here a bartender? Please tell me what's this called and the recipe. :P

4. The Beautiful Life Episode 3, 4, and 5
I was psyched when Ashton Kutcher tweeted months ago that we could watch the remaining episode of this fabulous canceled show here. I finally watched all of them a couple nights ago and I think it's a stupid decision to cancel that show. Sure it's still following a typical CW formula of hot people, sex and drama but COME ON. This time it involves fashion models and fashion industry. All these awesome designers and fashion models in the cameos too? HEART. IT. Beside that guy who played Cole, Nico Tortorella? Not too shabby.


5. Interview questions from Jen
Jen from Confession Of A Secret Keeper told me she'd like to interview me the other day for her new blog installment and I said yes. The questions came yesterday and I love them. A lot of them are thought provoking, personal, and not cliche. You guys should go check out her blog and subscribe, hopefully my interview will be up next Saturday. I'm thinking of giving my answers in the form of vlog, if it's not too narcissistic. Screw it. I know I am.

6. Tila Tequila-Casey Johnson-Jasmin Lennard-Nicky Hilton-Bijou Phillips-and Courtenay Semel Drama
My goodness it's long to say. So if you guys have a fondness in Hollywood gossips ( which I admit I kinda am but spare me, I now have really loose schedule on weekdays ), you will totally heard about this. Casey Johnson, heiress of Johnson&Johnson and Tila Tequila's fiancee, was found dead a while ago in her home. She had died for 7 days when she was found, drugs were suspected to be the cause. The news would probably stop there if Tila Tequila didn't throw a raging fit in twitter and many celebrity gossip blogs, blaming everyone. We know how much of an attention whore she is. She cursed Casey's rich exes, Jasmin and Courtenay, and threw beef to Nicky Hilton and Bijou Phillips when they're trying to take Casey's dogs and belongings in her house. You can all go and read her crazy rants in her blog, particularly here, here, and here. A lot of people dissed her and it's soooo funny. I infected Cheryl, Jen, and Ejannz with the virus and they even checked her blog. Check it if you want some entertainment of a stupid Z-List celebrity making fool of herself. I feel bad a little for her though, she really should check herself in a mental hospital.

Alright, I guess that's all. I'm about to sleep some more on this fine Monday afternoon, be jealous. Ha. Have an amazing week!

***UPDATED***

7. My new blog layout
I was bored so I tried tweaking it to keep it fresh. All red, black and pink now. You like? Simpler but cleaner. I also updated the About Me section of the blog. My dad was like,"Why can't you just chill like a normal human being when they have free time?" I guess I'm looking for something to do even when I have nothing to do. Energizer bunny much?