Sunday Lovelist #33

Wow, I haven't made a love list here since Bali. Not that I didn't want to but making love list usually either takes longer time or forces me to look back to the previous week and notices how certain crappy things have happened. BUT, we gotta try to knock them down in order to be positive, no? So in that note, here are a couple of things I love from the previous week :

1. Response calls
I sent a bunch of application letters a week ago and so far, 2 law firms called. I applied for an internship but one of those told me to try for a trainee associate position instead. Meaning : actual job. I can't name which law firm but it's a pretty established corporate one here. I went to their office for a written test, there were several other candidates as well. I wanted to smother them but you know I'm classy like that. Wish me luck and more phone calls coming my way!

2. Coast2Coast : Rhythm A La Mode
It's the latest event from my event organizer last Friday. Big success! Probably most crowded one from the past few months. It's such a hectic but fun night, let me break it down to you why :

• We worked with another awesome event organizer, Debut, to organize a fashion show for three new up-and-coming designers. Their clothes are a mixture between girly, edgy, and sophisticated. Which I love. Here are some of my favorite clothes from the show :

Always love these types of pink, and the ruffle accents around the hip. Flirty yet gorgeous!

Not sure about the gloves but loving the uber mini dress.

I may not be able to pull off anything like this but THAT TOP MADE A STATEMENT!

• I performed and opened the show. You know, spotlights and adrenalines make me happy.

• It's my best friend Shahnaz's 21st birthday bash. She invited around bajillion people, including my high school girlies. So we got to hang out, catch up, drinking our weight in everything vodka-based and dance all night. It was awesome!

Happy birthday, baby girl! Being 21 is a big deal, don't do things I WON'T do. Ha.

Some of my high school sweethearts

Me and my girl Dian. Isn't she adorable?

3. Starting to professionally record the album
For real now. My beat maker offered me his place to record so we can achieve maximum result, both to the quality of the tracks and of course, productivity. He can give me more inputs, mix and master the tracks himself. I like the idea. I hope this plan works effectively.

4. Chick Flick Night
I stayed in last Saturday, due to massive hangover from the previous night, and decided to have a little chick flick night with caramel popcorn and the classic Win a Date with Tad Hamilton. Anyone remembers the movie? Two words : Josh Duhamel.


5. Hush Blog's Posts this week
Have you subscribe to this baby of Jen, Cheryl, Erika, City Gal and mine? Don't make me give you a wedgie! Subscribe here and experience the awesomeness ( or craziness, in no particular order ). This week we have a rant about e-mails, facts about girls they sometimes don't want you to know, pro and cons of pajama jeans, feminist vs anti-feminist discussion, and lots of pictures of Mark Salling. We're awesome like that.

6. Shopping a little
I told myself I wont shop for at least two weeks last week when I impulsively bought a red dress ( that I wore in pictures above, cute right? Haha ) and 6 inches studded platforms but apparently my willpower is weak. I went to accompany my mom shopping the other day and a little hell sort of broke loose. Got a pair of pants, another jacket ( another FREAKING BLACK JACKET, what is it with me and black jacket?), and a mini dress. NOT cool.

7. Bandung Trip
I went to Bandung ( a neighboring city approximately 2 hours from Jakarta ) today to attend the wedding of a relative. Since it's a long weekend over here, even the highway was full. Streets in Bandung were filled with cars from Jakarta and I felt like kicking everyone. I felt so much better when we got to the venue though, where I almost got myself into a food comatose from going a bit overboard with the chocolate fountain. The rest of the day was followed by a bit of shopping and getting frozen strawberry drinks before going back the Jakarta.

There you go. Full recap. Bonus points for everyone who reads until the end. Have a great Sunday!






ps. Has anyone watched Shutter Island? Is it as good as EVERYONE told me? I can't believe I haven't watched it!

Isn't it Funny?

Isn't it funny how you will seldom ( even rarely ) see actual law students / law practitioners broadcast their opinions on law / political issues via twitter or status updates? While a lot of non-law people can be found flaunting their oh-so-serious thoughts in their tweets / facebook status updates. Sometimes notes. They type long sentences regarding those and tag everyone in their friend list so they can read it too.

I'm pretty annoyed. So I tweeted this :

It pretty much means, "Shut up, Bitches!" in English. You'll know my mood has taken for the worse if I rant in my native language.

I mean seriously, what are they trying to prove?

I take it as an entertainment most of the times, especially if their statements are off base and not supported by thorough research. Like related policies for example. A lot of the times they hear so-called experts or reporters, read an article or two written by journalists discussing such issues and conclude things in a snap. Or often, make these opinions their own. It's funnier when they use the wrong terms for certain definitions. Not to sound snotty but if you talk about something like you know everything about it, at least use the correct phrases? Those fancy schmancy terms can now be googled easily, no?

If law school teaches me anything at all, it's to keep your pie hole shut if you don't completely understand what you're talking about.*

True story.

Why do you think I blog / write / tweet about h-h-h-h-h-hooooot celebrities a lot?


Heheheheheh.






* Sadly a lot of fellow lawbots haven't really grasped this concept yet for they're still yapping and voicing their maybe-sometimes ridiculous views. But at least a lot of them know better not to use twitter / facebook for this purpose. Blogs and forums are invented for a reason.

I LOVE PANCAKES!!!

I heard today is National Pancake Day.

I love pancakes. I'm sure you know it if you've read this blog for a while. My favorite breakfast food? Pancakes. My favorite brunch item? Same thing. Guess what I order if I go out with my family for afternoon delight / dessert? There you go. So I support this special day from the bottom of my heart and recommend you guys to get yourself a plate of oreo cheese pancake with rum & raisin ice cream. Yeah, that's my favorite kind. Although I wont say no to other variations. Ha.

Speaking of the yummy goodness, you know who provides me with best pancakes in the world that isn't restaurant-made? My cook. Now that I can wake up late almost everyday, I like to hear nothing but, "Do you want strawberry, blueberry or banana for your pancake?" in the morning. Followed by, "Maple or chocolate syrup?"

Drool.

So imagine my annoyance when she told me she's going home for a week next Friday. I feel like doing an impression of dramatic Asian soap opera / telenovela when a girl is left by her lover, sobbing on the floor while screaming, "What did I do, baby? I thought you're happy with me!"

The woman is like my second mom here, I'll be missing her like crazy.

I'll be missing pancakes and other good foods like crazy.

My mom just told me she would cook for all of us. HAHAHA.* I love her but I need to start finding delivery numbers.

What do you guys usually order, by the way, beside pizza and Chinese food?






* Last time she tried she put an entire chicken in an oven and burnt the whole thing. No joke. Her cooking skill can only be 'topped' by...oh well, ME.

what am i? I'm tiny and I wiggle a lot!

Apparently, I have to start thinking IMAGE in this music business.

I've been rapping for around 6-7 years and I never really gave it much thought, you know? I just do what I do best : making music. Well not making music technically because I have beatmakers producing me beats, but I've finished the whole thing. I create lyrics and chorus, give birth to a lot of songs in the process. When I have gigs, I perform. I get myself out there, channel some crazy alter ego that's usually buried deep inside and BAM try my best to give them a good show.

But I never really think about how I want people to see me. I think, I'm just me, you know? See me the way you see me. But my producer, even my manager once, told me I have to figure it out. After all, I'm a package that needs to be thrown in the market.

I feel dirty saying it.

ANYHOO, during a brainstorming session the other day, Ojink, a fellow rapper ( only much more senior ) and a brother from another mother, said something that made me think long and hard ( that's what she said! ) about it :

"My image is party boy. I mean I'm like that in real life too. My lyrics are mostly like that, I'm often found in clubs. It's fun. I want people to see me like that."

So of course I was like, what am I? What am I? What ammmmmmmmmmm I?


Lots of girl who rap out there give out a tough girl I-will-cut-you-up-if-you-mess-with-my-shit vibe, a few others are much sexier in the hey-boy-wanna-grab-my-butt kind of way but I'm none of those things. Not that I can pretend to be one too. As for party girl image, well I love partying but I don't exactly wake up in the morning feeling like P-Diddy.

I always say I am what I am and I do things I do because I'm just being myself. But what am I?

It's important, you guys. Especially if I have to make my first music video someday ( AMEN! ) . Isn't it very crucial for artists to create their public image or something? I mean, look at Ke$ha. One video and she's trashy for life. Not that she minds it.

Thoughts? And say, you were a singer / artist / actor / actress / celebrity, what image would you want the public to see you? Would you pull a Taylor Swift, Lindsay Lohan, straight up GAGA or anyone else? Discuss.

All Smiles

You know one of those weekend nights filled with fun and people you love with no bad experience / incident whatsoever that left you smiling all day? I had it last night. From a smooth gig, singing crowds, amazing people, hilarious old friends from school, flowing drinks, everything! Can't wait to have more of that tonight.

What's your weekend plan? Whatever it is, I wish you an amazing one! Here's a classic weekend song for you ( some of you will be very familiar with this one, I assume this is played in clubs and gym worldwide) :

I'm really in a good mood, you guys.

Sometimes Some People Need To Be Punched On The Face!

Last Sunday, I went out to eat with my mom and my brothers at one of the casual sushi joints in town. It's not really dinner time yet so the place isn't so packed. We were sitting in the corner and there's no one else in our section beside these two women ( probably in their thirties judging by the clothes and make-ups ) , a noisy 2-3 years old boy and his baby-sitter. The women were gossiping and giggling while the little boy couldn't stop yapping, talking, leaving the table to walk around and jumping everywhere. The baby-sitter chased him with a small plate of food, tried to get a spoonful of rice or two into his little mouth.

We were talking and enjoying yummy crunchy rolls when we heard something fell to the floor from said neighboring table, followed by cries from the boy and screams by one of the women. So of course we turned our heads to see what happened. Apparently the toddler got too hyperactive and smacked a bowl of miso soup, dropped the whole content to the floor. He cried. One of the women, who must have been the little devil's mom, instead of scolding his son, decided to lash out on the poor baby-sitter. Several names were called, from idiot to incompetent to no-good village girl. Poor girl looked scared and kept apologizing, as if it's completely her fault the boy is uncontrollable and none of the women even bothered to warn him to calm down.

If I weren't so shocked by the whole debacle, I would dump the entire ramen noodle bowl on my table to that mean woman's head.

I mean, SERIOUSLY? What makes anyone think they can treat people who work for them like that? This is a common problem I've seen so many times before and still surprised me. I've witnessed one of my best friends screaming at the top of her lung when her maid made her an iced tea, instead of iced lemon tea she wanted. Another one wants fresh bra and underwear ready by the side of her bed every morning, as if it's not enough her maid wash, iron, and put those in her drawers every day. Oh no, she can't get them herself!

Kudos to her maid, by the way. If I had to wash and iron someone's undergarments like that, I might be tempted to strangle her with her own bra strings or something.

Just like a lot of kids in big cities in Indonesia, I grow up with maids, cooks, gardeners and drivers. However, my parents WON'T let me and my brothers treat them even half the extent these people do. If I want help, I have to ask it nicely. If I'm hungry after 10 PM, for example, it's forbidden to wake my cook if she's already asleep. Even if she's awake, I should only ask for something simple. If I use a driver, I have to be considerate and not make him wait for me too long / too late. Giving him money to buy some food / drink is necessary. Speaking of those, I notice several people bring baby-sitters for their kids to restaurants and not even give them food / drink. They just eat, eat and eat while the kids scream and these baby-sitters try to calm them down. The bosses don't care if they're hungry or thirsty. It makes me so angry.

For my parents, screaming / yelling at them is a BIG offense. I remember back in the days when my maid cleaned my room and misplaced an important book for exam the next day. I was shouting at her half crying, major panic attack. My mom heard it so she yelled at me back 10x worse until I really cried. I can never forget what she told me that night :

"Maids, cooks, drivers, and gardeners are hired helps. We pay for their services but it doesn't mean you can treat them like they're below you. If you're born differently and not as lucky so you had to do their jobs, would you want to be treated like that too?"

No, I wouldn't. Would you?

The TweetBag Wars

Hello, everyone! We're gonna have a special guest blogger today, LadyMel from Lights.Camera.Drama. She describes herself as a retro wannabe hipster with entertainment, technology, and drama filled dreams on her mind. Intriguing? I know! Girlie, this place is all yours!

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Disclaimer: This is all pure comedy. I have no animosity or jealously towards Perez Hilton or any other public figure that I have mentioned in this blog post (maybe John Mayor but that is another story). This is all a satirical parody that was inspired by the recent Silva Silverman/Steve Case Twitter incident. It contains some foul language, but we are all adults or over 18 so it should not be a problem. No one was not physically or emotionally harm in the creation of this blog post.

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Hello, everyone! My name is LadyMel and I am the guest blogger's "alter ego". I have been through quite a lot lately, but one particular day a month ago started my whole social media career. In my world, I am one of the most sought-out celebrity and advice columnists around. Time Magazine declared me of the most influential people of the 21st century. When I decided to register for my first Twitter account, the media and my fans got hold of my information and started following me in the hundreds of thousands. Within two weeks of subscription, I became the most popular Twitter celebrity with over five million followers and counting.


Now, with sudden fame and notoriety comes jealousy and scandalous online behavior. Perez Hilton, probably the most famous celebrity gossip blogger and media personality of all time, was concerned with my sudden rise in social media fame, not only because I had over five million followers, but according to a recent Fortune Magazine poll found out that more Americans saw me as the more trustworthy blogger and I guess that got to this head. I felt honored to be ever compared to him, but I guess a bit of jealousy comes a long way. So one February day, I received a tweet from a fellow fan who wanted my relationship advice. After my response, I never looked back.

JudyBell2000 : @Mel_Hollywood You're amazing! Question. My boyfriend does not want to have sex with me anymore. What should I do? Help!

Mel_Hollywood : @ JudyBell2000 Maybe he is allergic to vaginas. Just ask Robert Pattinson.

Ten minutes later, I received a rather rude tweet from Perez Hilton himself. I guess ill-mannered assholes still love to get into people's business after all.


PerezHilton : @ Mel_Hollywood You are incompetent and unprofessional. You blow man.

Unprofessional? Incompetent? I blow? Who do you think he is talking to? I am more famous than him! It was just sarcasm. But I remained calm and ignored him. He replied again.

PerezHilton : @ Mel_Hollywood: What, no reply? What kind of celebrity guru are you? You are suppose to respond bitch. #loser.

Now, he wants to play. I'll play.

Mel_Hollywood : @PerezHilton For someone who wants to talk shit about me, I take it as a compliment.

PerezHilton : @ Mel_Hollywood You are nothing. You hear? Probably fooled around with an E.W editor and "blowed hard" enough to land you this gig. #loser.

He had threatened my space (pun attended) and my integrity as a media professional. I graduated from Columbia University with a journalism degree. How dared he?! This meant war!

Mel_Hollywood : @PerezHilton Honey, I have epic power. Two days ago, I tweeted the word "cat". Within seconds, it became a trending topic. Can you do that? #loser.

Silence. I was sensing his weak form of a male ego. I continued with the assault.

Mel_Hollywood : @ PerezHilton: Who gets paid to sit next to stars at award shows and sit front row with the fashion elite? I do. All you have are unpaid ghostwriters.

By now, our stimulating exchange of words became the most talked about thing on Twitter. You should read my Twitter feed at that moment. Perez Hilton continued with one last tweet for the day.

Perez Hilton : @ Mel_Hollywood Whatever, bitch. I have to go. About to watch Lady Gaga's "Telephone" video. I'm the first to watch it #loser. New blog post soon.

This war was not over. I already seen the video, but I gave him the last laugh. By that evening, our little engagement was an online sensation. All the cable news networks were talking about it. Within a month, Twitter increased its market by 12%. I should be Twitter's spokeswoman! Since then, Twitterers have separated Perez and I into two opposing camps, #TeamPerez on one side and #TeamMel on the other. Many Twitter celebrities have decided a team to pick and declared their loyalty to each blogger. John Mayer was a loyal supporter of #TeamPerez and once tweeted me about it:

Johncmayer : @ Mel_Hollywood You are a douche. Perez is the man. Where is your #perezhilton pass?

For someone who has the mental capabilities of a 14 year old boy with a prescription drug addiction, he should not be talking! He can kiss my "white supremacist" vagina, douchebag! James Cameron, Ashton Kutcher, and Janet Jackson are just some of the celebrities on my side, but I got some support from a rather unlikely ally, Fox News conservative political commentator, Glenn Beck. Last night, he tweeted me:

GlennBeck : @Mel_Hollywood You remind me of sugarplums. Hail to the leader of the Tweetbag Movement! Let the force be with you! Fox News loves ya! Please RT.

Tweetbag Movement? Hahahaha. Like my "tea bagging" counterparts, I should use my "tweetbagging powers" to challenge less credible media douchebags instead of the government. Glenn Beck if you are out there, you may have a point. This is the Tweetbag Wars!

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I don't know about you but I love it when celebrities fight in twitter. Perez Hilton, Tila Tequila, Kelly Osbourne and Spencer Pratt do it a lot. Do you have the same guilty pleasure? SHARE!

My Dad's a King Today!

It's a special day today!

No, I don't mean Mardi Gras. Although I'm sure it's also very special and I would've loved to play with beads, wear a mask, join a parade, and dive head first into a pool of Mojito. WHAT?

One of the people I love the most in the entire world just turned 55 today.

Still my favorite picture of us. Yes, that's Baby-Me. I loved pressing my diapers to people's heads.

Happy birthday, Dad. You're amazing! You're definitely a really strict parent, even in Asian standard of strictness, but I'm not gonna be who I am today if you don't put me on a leash. We've had our ups and downs, a lot of compromises were made and the older I get, the more I can understand you. Thanks for trying your best to keep your mind open too.

Thank you for calling me all upset when it's super late and I'm still partying out there, I can avoid creeps that stay at clubs until they close who are either getting into troubles or making a fool of themselves because of this.

Thank you for not letting me go out all the time, although it used to make me scream sometimes. It's hard to focus on your goals and do something to achieve them if you're out having fun every day and night ( Believe me, a lot of people around my age here do ).

Thank you for ONLY let me do music and gigs if I perform well academically. I'm not gonna say I always feel grateful for it because I didn't. Having to lie about performing back in high school really sucked and I was in panic attack all the time. But now I'm so close to my bachelor of law degree and it might not happen if dad doesn't push me so hard.

Thank you for putting me in a public high school instead of private ones ( I had private school education until junior high, think all fancy schmancy ). It was a nightmare at first, but it really keeps my feet on the ground. I learn to respect people despite their social backgrounds and realize people wont always have it easy. If my dad didn't put me there, I might end up like a lot of snobby kids in the city that I wanna punch on the face.

Thank you for your sarcastic remarks whenever I dress too revealingly ( He's not as extreme as telling me to change my clothes or I can't go, some other parents here do that. ie. my mom. Ha! ) . It's definitely a lesson for me to always carry myself respectably.

Thank you for snapping at me whenever I'm not being nice enough when we have guests or meet relatives somewhere. You know how there are always people you don't like very much, or times you're when in a bad mood so you can't be all smiley when other people are around? My dad can't tolerate this. Always said, "Keep your personal feelings to yourself, it's never a reason to show a shitty attitude," and I always, always live by that rule.

Now if you excuse me, I'm about to wrap his gift and pick up his birthday cake. Have a great day, lovelies!






ps. Don't forget to check out the come-back of The Hush Blog here. For those of you who don't know, it's a joint blog on pop cultures, fashion, relationship and so much more co-written by Jen, me, Cheryl, Erika, Asia, and City-Gal. Yes, subscribe it, pretty please with sugar on it?

Can I Have Cranberry Vodka?

15 envelopes are finally sealed, fresh address stickers attached. Now I have mixed feelings : giddy, anxious, overwhelmed, scared, and nervous. In a way I've never really felt before. It's all I think about and wanna talk about. I have to stop myself from ranting about it all the time, you know? I'm not doing so well, clearly, since I'm still writing it here. What can I do? It feels like there's an angry polar bear banging the walls of my chest wanting to get out.

Oh in case you're a new reader and don't know what the hell I'm talking about, I'm applying for internships. To a bunch of hardcore law firms.


Which is why when a classmate at took peek at the envelopes, smirked and told me I'm doing a Mission Impossible. I feel like electrocuting him. Or at least screaming and letting him knows how much he's a moronic douchebag. I smiled politely and left instead though, regretting this move now. See, I know I'm no valedictorian but I'm not a brain dead either.

What's wrong with dreaming big?

Anyone here has an average / slightly above average ( not too high, not too low ) GPA and land a job in a dream workplace that people consider tough?

Super academically gifted people can shut up now, I swear. I need motivational stories.

The Man Who's Allergic To Vaginas

As much as I'm a fan of Edward Cullen and everything Twilight ( haha ), Robert Pattinson kinda pissed me off sometimes.

Sure I can see why a lot of girls, from tweens to twi-moms, think he's hot. Despite his obvious hatred to shower and hygiene, he cleans up pretty nicely. Example? These raunchy pictures of his with a bunch of sexy models for the March issue of Details Magazine :





I just don't see why he has to give negative opinions all the time during interviews. First was during Twilight promotion months from back in the days when he arrogantly stated he didn't even read the books. Then he dissed Edward Cullen. As if he's a gift from God and the popular franchise is so damn lucky to have him on board. I know Twi-Haters diss the saga all the time but HE'S PAID to participate in the whole thing. Even if he doesn't like it, is it a courtesy to shut up? If he hates it that bad, why took the role? Not so idealist now, yes?

Now when being interviewed about how it was having sexy pictures taken with semi-naked women, this is what he said :

"I really hate vaginas. I'm allergic to vaginas. But I can't say I had no idea, because it was a 12-hour shoot, so kind of get the picture that these women are going to stay naked after, like, five or six hours... Thank God I was hungover."

Then he added this, when asked about relationships :

"The only emotional connection of relevance is with my dog. My relationship with my dog, it's ridiculous."

Just when I thought unlike normal men with healthy appetite, the only vagina he isn't so allergic to belong to that ugly sourpuss Kristen Stewart. I was wrong. Guy's into bestiality.

Whatever floats your boat, Rob.

What do you think about the pictures? Do you get turned off by good looking celebrities if they have attitude, or you couldn't care less as long as they're hot? Think Rob should stop talking before he pulls a John Mayer?

I know one thing for sure. I read too many gossip blogs. Ha.

Valentine's Lover? Valentine's Hater?

Unless you live under a rock and lose track of time then you know tomorrow is Valentine's Day.

I've encountered so many blogs and so many people whining about it : showing their hatred for the holiday oh-so-obviously, preaching that you don't need a particular day to show how much you love your loved ones, how it's just a corporate way to brainwash all of us, and blah-blah-blah.

I just have one thing to say to that : chill the fuck out.

Harsh? Maybe. But I think valentine haters are as annoying as valentine-obsessed people who give silent treatment to their dates / boyfriends / partners just because they don't wanna wear something pink for the occasion.

I'm indifferent about it, always been indifferent ever since I noticed saying "Fuck Valentine's Day" earns you cool edgy points. Sure, I know you don't need a special holiday to do something nice to the ones you love. Sure, you don't have to wear pink or feel pressured to give / receive a box of chocolates. And yeah, it doesn't matter if you're single and dateless for this particular day.

But why so worked up about it? Why so negative?

This is negative : Queen Sourpuss Kristen I-Hate-Everything Stewart

Just enjoy your days off ( I know a lot of you abroad getting a day off next Monday ). Feeling upset at the sights of chocolates in store? Why not buy it yourself to share with your family or eat alone while lazying at home or something? If you feel like going out, I know there are a lot of valentine parties out there for people who wanna have fun. Instead of being a sourpuss and criticize them, why don't YOU attend one? Drinks and dance are always fun, in any holiday.

Speaking of valentine parties, my event organizer threw one last night. Complete with drink deals and strippers, dressed as doctors and nurses before baring it all. Everyone's having a blast and no one was pressured to do mushy lovey dovey stuff. I'll upload the pictures later.

You can always be happy if you don't let negativity owns you. That is all.

To Help Or Not To Help

All my friends ( both in real life and bloggers ) can say that I'm a moderately good person. Not too goody goody but not downright evil either. I guess you can say average. I always try to be a better person everyday though, which is why I'm not proud of this story I'm about to tell you. I need to get it out in the open though.

I have a close friend, let's call her Sasha. We've been friends for years, had our fair share of ups and downs. She's what you call a daddy's rich girl, at times I doubt she actually has a survival skill. She's not what you call an independent woman. She'll freak out about lots of things, ask help in everything. Run to me and her other best friends all the time. Spoiled at best. But she's always there for me, which is why if people talk shit about her, I'll crush them to pieces. She might not be able to defend herself but I can be really ruthless if I want to, for her.


However, there are times that I want to strangle her. Now, for example.

Like I said above, she always asks for help, ever since in high school. She got people to do her homework, her essays, and her parents signed her up for extra classes in every subject. Many people thought she would flunk, she wasn't. She got herself in the best university in the country, majoring in communication. She STILL asked people to do her work, graduated with above average GPA. Now she's taking IELTS courses because she's preparing to go to UK next semester for her master degree. English is relatively relatively easy to learn, no?

Wrong.

She called / text me all the time and drove me CRAZY. At 4 am the other day, she pinged me like 10 times in a row. What does she want, you say?

She wants me to make her motivational statement, application letter, and CV for her.

She said she can't do them in English ( but I doubt she can do it in Indonesian too ). I told her I'm busy. Not to mention DEPRESSED from the job search. But as a good friend, I sent her one of my application letters and CV so she could edit those to make her own.

She laid me off...for about two hours.

"I still can't do it! Can you make it for me? Please, please, please, bebeh?" - her text, in Indonesian of course. Except the "bebeh" part. Seriously?

I have 3 responses for the whole thing :

• HOW HARD is editing? It's just swapping my personal data to hers, and change law subjects to communication subjects or whatever it is she studied for her communication degree.

• She got people to do her work, she always asked for help yet she's the one who graduated on time and will soon leave the country for a master degree while I have to bust my ass by myself to score a job in a decent law firm and probably not kill myself with the super-long-almost-until-midnight hours there? Life is NOT fair!

• Don't call me "bebeh"!!!
  

So yeah, I'm not doing it. What do you think? Tough love isn't always bad, right?

Blaming Bang-Bang-Pow on Facebook?

I was watching news with my dad earlier this morning when they ran a story about a girl being raped by a guy she met on facebook. The whole thing was super tragic and they blamed the whole thing on facebook, how it opens the gate for crime to happen to people, especially women. How women can get killed and abused sexually. Several psychologists were even called to state their opinions. Everything was so blown out of proportion. Then my dad, the old school Asian that he is, told me he agreed with everything he just heard. How me, my brother and my mom are exposed since all of us have facebook accounts and use them pretty often.

I should've just shut up, I really should. But one thing about me you have to know is I can't tolerate any statements I consider stupid. I can't believe how many times in my life I've bit my tongue so I didn't get in trouble. Not this time.

I told my dad we shouldn't blame social networking websites for tragedies that happened when the victims themselves were being dumb. This triggered my dad to start voicing his concerns on how I'm inconsiderate, heartless, and not showing symphaty at all to those poor girls.

Not my point.


These things happened a lot. A lot of people make accounts in social networking websites and use them not only to keep in touch with their friends, but also to get new ones. By getting new ones sometimes also means finding new flings or dates. I've heard so many stories about people dating or getting married as a result of online interaction. From MANY websites, including facebook. So why blame these websites? Why not blame it entirely to their incapability of filtering people? Or their parents maybe, if the incidents happened to their underage kids?

I completely understand how there are so many freaks in facebook indeed. I've received messages from random creepers, telling me I'm pretty and how they want to get to know me. Did I respond? No. I hit that block button. If these girls know better how to use their instincts when responding to messages and friend requests, all these bad things wont happen to them.

Blaming criminal activities solely on facebook is stupid.

Blaming relationship and friendship dramas on facebook now, is an entirely different case. Honk if you feel me.

Your thoughts?

Curiosity Kills The Kitten

Wow, just realized I haven't posted for three days. Life has been pretty full. I can tell you all about it but I have less comments when I talk about my music. My music talk bores a lot of you guys so I'll keep it to minimum but I'm THE HAPPIEST when I'm doing something productive with it, what can I do? Speaking of, I have around 4 gigs in February. 5 actually, the guys and I will help organizing a valentine event on the 12th but there's no live performance slot there. BOO. They do however have 180 bucks per couple dinner.

I wonder what people serve in 180 bucks valentine dinner, chicken coated swarovski crystals? Think I can sneak in the kitchen and poke a chef to give me a free dessert?

Anyhoo, last weekend was pretty great. With the exception of an incident when I fractured my arm bone and bruised my skull. SO not funny. My head is twisted enough as it is, more injuries there might convince me to dress like Lady Gaga to school. However aside of dealing with pain, I still managed to do fun stuff like hanging out at a friend's house, eating my weight in red orange-and-mojito flavored frozen yogurt ( with mochi + kit-kats!!! ) , shopping with my mom, going for drinks + dance at this new bar, Domain. In case you wanna see some pictures :


Oh, I also watched DVD for hours. No surprise there, right?

This is embarrassing but I haven't met that anyone who's as addicted in DVD shopping + DVD watching as I am. I think I have a problem. A lot of friends and family members have stated their concerns with me going home with at least 10 - 15 dvd's a week. They're more concerned when they see the types of DVD's I buy too, which usually involve sexy bimbos and guys screaming, "BOOBS!". Either that or silly shows full of nonsense like Chuck and Supernatural.

You know the drill.

Last weekend, I watched a lot episodes of Glee. I was pretty late to jump in the bandwagon. I've seen snippets here and there in Star World before but I never really sat down and watch it. A lot of people recommended the show so I finally gave in to the sweet temptation. AND I AM HOOKED. One of my girl friends squealed knowing that I'm now under-glee-influence and we couldn't stop talking about it.

Well at least until we got in a huge debate that may or may not end our friendship :

Who's The Hottest Man In Glee?

According to her, it's Finn Hudson ( played by Cory Monteith ), the sensitive-brooding-and talented football player.


For me, it's Will Schuester ( played by Matthew Morrison ). He's this really sexy teacher who can sing and dance a la Justin Timberlake. He can rap too.


Before you tell me how he's a bit old to be adored in a teeny-bopper kinda way, let me just show you these videos where you can check out the drool-worthy moves :







Speaking of hottest male characters in Glee, that Puck guy ( played by Mark Sailing ) isn't so bad too, no?

*barks*

TMI Thursday : C**ch In Front Of My Face

Does the title tickles you?

If it does, then get your mind out of the gutter because what happened to me this morning is nothing like that. Also, you need to get laid.Okay. This morning during breakfast with my high school brother, I received an interesting email with subject : CAN I JOIN PROJECT BARBIE?. Noticing how enthusiastic the person might be writing in all caps-lock, I quickly opened the email :

HELLO LOLITA...MY NAME IS *censored*........I LOVE YOUR NAME LOLITA SEXiii....I RAN THROUGH YOUR BLOG AND SEE PROJECT BARBIE....I WANT TO JOIN...SO MANY SEXiii GIRLS....IT SAYS I CAN..... I SEND HERE MY PICTURE.....MY YAHOO IS *censored*..... ADD ME SO WE CAN START CHATTING.....WE WILL BE REALLY GOOD FRIENDS.....I WILL BE WAITING TO READ BACK FROM YOU...HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY SEXY GIRL.....XOXOXOXOXOXOOXOXOXOXO LOVE AND KISS....

So of course I didn't learn my lesson and opened the picture attachment.

There she was in all her glory, topless only in her transparently lacy pink string panties...

..shot from below.

As if it's not too much info for my vision already, the panties weren't really dry, if you know what I mean. Plus, you can totally tell she didn't shave her hooha completely bald, or at least in neat triangle shape.

So it's save to say I didn't find it "SEXiii" and lost my appetite for breakfast.

Oh, I definitely showed it to my brother. He almost choked on his toast. If I had to go starving the whole day, someone must suffer with me.

ps. for more hilariously gross TMI Thursday stories, check out Lilu's blog.

Project Barbie : An Online Dress-Up Party

The time we've been waiting for is here : PROJECT BARBIE. If you've been reading my blog at least since the beginning of the year, then you know me and two of my favorite ladies Nikolett and Shirley invented a fun girlie project for everyone to play. It's basically an online dress-up party where everyone has to put on something PINK for February. It can be a dress, a shirt, jacket, pants, anything. Just take your photos wearing it and post away!

Before I show you the pretty pictures, let me just say THANK YOU to everyone who participated. The Project Barbie posts originally should be posted today but if anyone happens to just find out about it and want to join in the fun, feel free to post your pictures on your blog / send them to me. A couple of girls have informed me that they might not be able to post today too so whenever I received their pictures, I'll post them here as well.

Without further ado, let me present you : THE BARBIES!

Lauren from Street Cake / Strict Shenaniganist. Pink tights + Pashmina = LOVE.

Nikolett from Better Than Coffee. Prettiest Polish Barbie you'll ever meet!

Caro from Thecarozone. That is one flirty dress!


Sarah from Classy & Fabulous. Snow Barbie! So pretty!

Mel from ChinkyMel's Corner. She called the first one Girl Next Door Barbie and the second one Vintage Barbie. I adore both...and the pink shoes.

Belle from The Tale Of Southern Belle. Birthday Barbie. Even the cupcake is pink!

Krissy from I Am Krissy. Everything from her ruffled skirt to her hair is gorgeous. I call it "Barbie waiting for her pink convertible".

Shahnaz from, oh well she doesn't blog. She's one of my best friends, wants to join the fun. She'll be Party Barbie for today.

eQ from Misguided Me. Artsy Barbie. Her dress matched the artwork, so cute.

Katy ( left ) from Twenty Four Carat. I love seeing girls in bright pink dress, and she added a studded belt. Rockstar Barbie!

Sheri from Sheri's World. Twilight Barbie. LOL. Read why she couldn't post a real picture here. Still, A for effort, girlie.

Michele from The Tambourine Queen. Pink sweats and white shirt makes this Scandinavian - Asian Barbie as sweet as ever!

As for my pictures, here's a background story. I fully intended to take pictures outdoor but it was dark and raining pretty bad. I broke my digital camera so I had to resort to blackberry pictures with a help of photoshop to bright things up a little and my very confused maid. She shot the whole thing! That's one awesome woman right there.

Anyhoo, remember my show a couple of months ago when I wore this pretty pink dress :

I decided to use it in one of the fun shoots today. Here they are :

The latter pose almost made me fall from the table. Yes that's a make up vanity table with a mirror and everything. What's this, Vain Barbie? Perhaps Barbie in The Mirror, in MJ's term?

Barbie in Her Bedroom : purple wall, purple-and-pink sheets, pink and black ruffled dress.

Sporty Barbie? Heheh. This is why I can't act all sporty and tough like many female rappers. I can't pull it off! It's fun wearing hoodie once in a while though.

Okay that's all for today. Like I said in the beginning of the post, send me your pictures or link to your post if you want to join too. Hope you guys enjoy our dress up party!*






* The beginning of many, by the way. Stay tuned!