This calls for Boyz II Men's cheesiest songs

One of my BFF's just broke up with her boyfriend.

It wasn't a long relationship but apparently it's devastating. Last Saturday I went out with her and more friends for drinks at a very crowded bar. I also had dinner with her and her parents, where she almost completely ignored them and whispered her sadness to me with tears streaming down her face. Their parents stared at me, helpless expressions on their faces. Awkward.

Since then she could NOT stop texting me. One minute she's angry and the next totally depressed. I can understand actually, been there done that. Hell, I remember being in my room with hair tousled and shirt wet of tears with her holding my hands. A bucket on the floor since I tend to get sick and vomit if I cry so much. Nasty experience.

For short, I know how she feels.

But I want to shake her silly when I read her text this morning,

"Are you throwing an event this weekend? Are you going to a party? YOU HAVE TO FIND ME A NEW GUY!"

Wow. Slow down, woman.

She's not the first girl I know trying to heal the sadness of a break up by finding a comfort from a new guy. Remember this post when another best friend of mine jumping into a new relationship shortly after her break up too? What's up with that?

Whether it's for a rebound, meaningless sex, or an entirely new relationship, why do you need new guys so soon to make you feel better?

I'm not a man hater ( good lord! I don't even understand those words! ) but I think some emotional break would be nice. Am I weird? Maybe we're just different, but why are these differences drive me crazy? The comparison might be somewhat like this :

Those Other Girls

Me

Umm, it's probably why I had been single for more than a year in the past

How do you recover from a break up?

What Goes Around Comes Around

Anyone noticed how the title can be quite of an innuendo? I love it.

Last Sunday, I was on duty in my event organizer's event, Block Battles IV. I've mentioned before how it's filled with live performances, instead of a club party. This month we had 30 performers, imagine the craziness. I was in charge fully with the artists and the rundown, happy but super exhausted. But this post isn't about that.

Block Battles talents + crowds = Awesome!

In one of the sets, there's a rap group consisted of some of the craziest rappers I like surprising everyone by openly trash talking / dissing another pretty well known rapper in the country. They even went as far as challenging this guy, who's not there but some of his entourage was there. A couple of funny punchlines paired with curses were thrown, a lot of people were shocked and giggled.

Trash talking in Indonesian Hip-Hop scene is nothing new, I've been victimized by several. But last night was a big hip-hop event with many radio announcers, fellow rappers, music writers and bloggers in the crowd too. There's no way this incident wouldn't reach the well-known-rapper 's ears.

Scandalous.

I tried not to get involved but I couldn't help feeling curious. I wonder what made someone can be severely ridiculed with cameras rolling around.

Apparently the rap group was performing in a certain local TV station live the other day and instead of minding his own business, the well-known-rapper was tweeting about how bad it is. How they're such a shame to the whole hip-hop industry and such. So the group felt disrespected, embarrassed. Many people obviously read the tweet, hence they retaliated. They said they'd continue too, in every future performance. And man, these guys perform a lot. I hope it's not a start of a long term beef.

All I can say about this is...be careful when you tweet. Regular person can get in trouble for tweeting, imagine some sort of a public figure. The more 'famous' you are, shouldn't you be more aware? Such thing better said behind closed doors. Or at least, off line.

Ironically funny fact in the music industry and life in general :

"When people do bad or fail something, others diss them. But when they do good / succeed, the dissing still won't go away."

Has anyone filed a missing person report yet?

This is probably the longest I've gone without posting in the past few months. Miss me?

I barely had a time to sit down and think of something to write this week. Which is a surprise, for a quite narcissistic person like yours truly. A bunch of things have happened, some were fun and some were...well, nerve-wrecking.

The fun ones included Ejannz visiting me, of course. I mentioned she'd come in the last love list. It felt so surreal. It's not my first blogger meet-up, but it's definitely the first time ever a blogger friend, from a different country nonetheless, visited me. She stayed here from Monday until Thursday morning. I was pretty nervous all Sunday night : what's she like in real life? She seems really smart, would she feel like she's talking to a turnip? Would she like me? Would she think I'm cute? Where does babies come from?

My nervousness didn't stay long though. You know if you like someone's blog and if that someone, in real life, turns out to be exactly the way he or she's portrayed in the blog, there's a huge chance you'll love them more? Real life Ejannz is exactly, if not more awesome, than bloggy Ejannz. We shopped a lot, tried restaurants, hung out with the lovely Nitia, watched beerpong competition ( in which my boys lost ) , and shopped some more. Oh, she also sampled the taste of Jakarta's traffic. I think I impressed her with my driving skill and the way I avoid crashing motorcycles, buses, and other cars cutting my way all of a sudden. Or the way I can make a u-turn pretty much everywhere as long as there's no cops in sight.

Me, Ejannz, and Nitia having girlie time

I had a lot of fun showing her around. But then she had to go back home and reality poked me hard on the ribs when I received a certain phone call.

A certain phone call, for a certain internship's written test.

I can't divulge much info, again. But this time it's not just a regular written test from just some place I have applied to. It's a written test for my dream law firm EVER. Ever since I entered law school and got introduced to prestigious law firms in the city, the name of this particular law firm stood at the top. It's one of the first tier ones that you have to probably sacrifice your skin and bone to get in. I remember heading to its office a few weeks ago with an application letter, trembling from head to toe. Feeling smaller and smaller as the elevator went up. Slightly breathless when all these vibrant, smart and professional looking lawyers rushed past me with their laptops and fancy papers. Oh, to be one of those peeps.

But then I got that call.

"Miss Andhari Sidharta, this is ____, ______ & Partners. We're calling to schedule a written test with you tomorrow evening on 6 pm for our internship program..."

That's all I heard because I slumped down the floor. Speechless. All I remember was going to a book store a few hours afterward and went crazy on Capital Market books.

The test went pretty good. I almost ran out of time so my second answer might not be as complete as the first one ( it was a 2 cases-analysis, first one is mandatory ) but overall, they made sense. There were 19 other people with me there, staring at each other intimidatingly. It was so tense, I was pretty sure at one point we almost smacked each other with our laptops.

Wish me luck, pretty please? It's my dreaaaaaaaam. All those "hope for the best, prepare for the worst" wont be so easy to incorporate here.

Would You Date a Brody Jenner?

In case you don't watch The Hills and Bromance ( hahaha! ), or rarely read celebrity gossip magazines / websites, Brody Jenner is pretty much a guy who's :

• blessed with good looks, usually good sense of style too. Not one of those guys you wanna slap for not wearing something appropriate to an important party because he'll be there in either Dolce & Gabbana or Armani suits.

• Rich. VERY rich. With a taste of finer things in life reflected in his choice of cars, other toys, life style, travels and of course, women.
  

• Going out all the time. See my previous point.

• surrounded by his "entourage", which may or may not consist of guys exactly like him. Plus lots of beautiful women. Even when he has a girl friend, women still flock around him.
  

• very well connected. From the creme de la creme to celebrities to CEO's, he knows everyone!

As much as it's tempting to have a man with the whole package mentioned above, I think I might pass.*

Sure...stylish, gorgeous, well-connected, rich guys sound great but I don't think I'm the kind of girl who can live with the consequences. Not when he lives like a million bucks.

I don't have the mental, and dare I say it, I'm insecure.

If I find many girls texting my boyfriend, I'll try so hard to still be reasonable. Hell, if he parties all the time, my head will scream inside. Especially if I really like the guy.

Even with this hot of a girl friend ( now ex ), he still strays!

I try to not be one of those women some guys call "a crazy bitch" for being overly possessive and jealous. But ladies, don't we all need reasons to not become that crazy bitch? If scantily clad women are all over him, sipping their drinks while trying to grind on him, how would that help seeing him out and about every night? It's not like other girls should take the whole blame, it will require self control from his part too.

Most of the guys I've dated have given me excuses like, "They're the ones who approached me! I didn't do anything!". Or something like, "We just talked!", after she held his arms and batted her eyelashes. Then his posse will nod in agreement, like a group of loyal dogs. How is that believable?

I don't wanna be a crazy bitch. I prefer "an awesome girlfriend" title.

But I think guys like Brody Jenner will give me every reason to be a crazy bitch.

So It's best to not date one.

Can you date a Brody Jenner?






* Surely if a guy only has some of those qualities, it wont hurt. *wink*

Sunday Lovelist #35

Happy Sunday, guys! How's your week? Mine was pretty awesome, I almost hate saying adios to it. Here are a few things in the love list :

1. My new glasses
Remember I told you I need a pair earlier this week? I put an order, picked it up last Friday and wow, I CAN SEE EVERYTHING AGAIN. Reading and watching movies have never been this enjoyable. I even love the glasses. You're right, glasses = hot. As long as you don't let your old-fashioned mom chooses it for you. Here's a picture I took on the way home from the optical store :


2. Shopping...for days!
This week's shopping put previous weeks shopping to shame, I should be embarrassed. I'd like to plead not guilty though, because I would be less likely to shop if the people I'm with didn't start it first. See, my brother Danny was looking for jeans and jackets earlier this week, so I also got a new pair of jeans, make ups, and dresses. The next day my mom was shopping for office clothes, I spotted necklaces and earrings at a store next door. And last Thursday, Me and Angga went to a mall since he needed to go to a book store. But then we passed this cool boutique selling killer lace-up booties, jackets, and discounted tops. What's a girl to do, huh?

3. Club Zen

My event organizer's monthly event, Club Zen, was a big success last Saturday night. Super crowded. The free flow packages attracted many people and the bottled service resulted in quite a bit memory loss. I did a rap performance right after a sexy lingerie show. However, the star of the night were these cool drag queens dressing like Beyonce and Lady Gaga. They sang, danced, and rocked the crowd.

Tessa, Dian and Me

Me and Ojink, pre-performance.

Me and Dian, partner in crime... of finishing so much vodka

'Lady Gaga' and her topless toyfriends

4. My cook is back!
She went back to her village 3 weeks ago, her mom was sick. So for the past 3 weeks I relied on take-outs, delivery, or just eat out altogether during meal times. My parents had taken turns trying to cook, major fail. Other maids can't too. So when she showed up with her bags late Friday night, I couldn't stop squealing. My stomach can be happy again.

5. Movie + Wedding Date
Angga picked me up to see a play today but we went to the movies instead to see Green Zone. We had lunch at a Japanese eatery beforehand and it was fun. Green Zone turned out to be a very enjoyable movie. Matt Damon gave an astounding performance. I'm usually not a fan of war movies, unless it's set in different planets with crazy special effects and fictional creatures ( Hello, Avatar and Star Trek! ). We went to his close friend's wedding afterward, a huge beautiful reception in one of the 5-Star hotels here. Met a few friends and tried a few creamy desserts. Lovely day.

6. Pitbull's Jakarta show confirmed ( May 12th )
One of the best news of the week, I don't care what haters say. If loving his overly commercial and slightly degrading songs are wrong, I don't wanna be right. Pre-sale tickets are out next Thursday and I'll be getting some of those babies. I'll have my driver queue from 7 AM if I have to. I wrote here that the promoter was looking for an opening act and I've sent my demo CD + press kit, with the supports from many amazing people as you can see here and here. I'll still watch him whether I open or not, though. I know almost every lyric to most of his songs, despite 60% of them are in Spanish. And dirty. HA.

7. Ejannz's coming here TOMORROW!

In case you haven't read her blog, click here. The girl is one of the first people I met in the blogosphere. She's a hot Malaysian doctor working in Ireland and nothing short of awesome. Like the Asian version of Elliott Reed. Anyhoo, a month ago she told me she wants to check Jakarta out during her trip back home. I told her it's ON. Can't wait. It's going to be a fun couple of days. Gotta love a blogger meet-up!

What made you happy this week? Wishing you more happiness for the upcoming one!

TMI Thursday : Going Au Naturale

People have different perceptions about beauty and what's beautiful.

We've all heard that different cultures have different standards of beauty, or how beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Some guys like skinny women, others like them voluptuous. Some girls prefer tall and toned men, other prefer them a bit short and chubby. It can get more complex too, certain eye color perhaps? The number of tattoos and body piercings? The shape of the butt?

A friend of mine from school, Wibby, is an aspiring photographer. She attended a photography course, taught by a pretty well known photographer in the city. Let's call him Mr. Weirdmuch. Mr. Weirdmuch shoots pretty much everything but he does most work for men's magazine. He shows them to his students too, so they learn from his techniques.

Or, you know, see a lot of boobs and butt cracks.

This sparked my interest.

WHAT.

"Is there anything a bit more extra-ordinary here? Full frontal nudity, perhaps? Sheer thong doesn't count!" I asked, innocently.

"Oh hell yeah," Wibby grinned. "But not many of them are for magazines or websites. Mostly for his or his clients private collection. Probably really private exhibitions."

"Nice!" I exclaimed, still innocently.

"Umm, not really." She hesitated, "Not all of them anyway."

"WHY?" I asked again, super giddy but you know, in the innocent way.

"Well, the guy is into pubic hair," Wibby answered. "He told his models he will only take their nude shots if they don't shave / wax their vajayjays."

Apparently this guy is so good, everyone obeys him. Models save up in bikini wax and go au naturale for his session. Wibby even explained that au naturale doesn't always mean a little hair. Some women really pack rain forest down there. Seems like Mr. Weirdmuch prefers them bushy. Really bushy.

Which left me this question : How bushy is bushy? Hermione Granger bushy? Shih-Tzu puppy bushy? Bigfoot bushy?

Oh here's the kicker, Mr. Weirdmuch also shows these more juicier ( or bushier? ) pictures to his students in class.






ps. This post is never intended to offend any of you lovely ladies who don't believe in the practice of hair removal downstairs. But HONK if you're pro wax!

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

sometimes people surprise you and make you grab a tissue...

I'm sitting here with a box of tissue beside me, a couple of used, crumpled, wet ones ( ew! ) are already inside a mini zebra trash can under my computer desk. My eyes are also wet.

Don't worry, it's not because some moms in the mall pinching me for stealing their kid's lollies. These are happy tears. Surprisingly happy tears. And this is the reason :

Click to enlarge, pretty please!

There are many more tweets like that but you get the idea. I'm so touched.

Thank you for my brother, Danny, who organized the mass tweets in the beginning. Who told me I should send my demo CD to Java Musikindo ( only one of the BIGGEST concert promoters in Indonesia! ). Who ping-ed me like a crazy person this morning when the news were out...that Pitbull is coming here on May 12th.

And they're looking for an opening act.

If you've read me for a while, then you might know his music is quite a guilty pleasure for this girl. I can't help not having his tracks stuck in my head. I know a lot of inappropriate but funny Spanish sentences because I googled his lyrics. True story.

Like, "Acercame tu pantalon". Not that I know what it means.

Kidding. I know what it means.

Back to the story, I'm so touched. All I can do right now is send my demo plus presskit ( done! ) and pray like crazy. I hope the fact that I don't have a solo album yet wont matter so much, and my extensive stage experiences can make up for it. It's funny actually, I don't normally tell people whenever I want something so bad like this until I finally get it. It saves me the embarrassment if I don't. But in this case, words are already out. Wish me luck, please.






ps. Honestly though, even if I didn't get it *knock on wood*, I MIGHT still be happy. All those tweets are like outpouring love, sips of courage. Bless their kind hearts.

pss. Can you help me tweet too if you're not too busy? Just tweet from your account, "Mr @AdrieSubono + @JavaMusikindo, please choose @iamNdeesaster to open for Pitbull. http://www.reverbnation.com/ndeesaster." Pretty please? Thanks guys!

Glasses can be kind of sexy. I think.

I went to the optical store yesterday to order a pair of glasses. A day after I announced to the world ( via twitter ) that I can't take having watery eyes anymore whenever I squint to read something.

Yeah, I used to wear glasses, you guys. On the second year of junior high school, I realized something's wrong with my eyesight. Mom took me to meet an optician and picked a glasses for me. Now I'm pretty amazed why I let her pick my glasses for me, it must be a pretty weird one, I was teased relentlessly for years after. I hated the glasses so much, it pretty much ruined any chance I had to become one of the hot girls in school. Not to mention I was plump, nerdy, and pimply too. Dark teenage years, guaranteed. My nickname was Four-Eyed Freak.

I tried not to wear it, my parents scolded me when they found out. I told them I wanted soft lenses so they got me a pair. Bad decision. I was clumsy and misplaced them a lot. My eyes got irritated often too. They sat me down and told me I needed a new glasses. Fine. This time I chose the design. It wasn't as weird as the first one but the past traumatic experience gave me a whole load of insecurities whenever I put them on. I didn't wear it all the time either, mostly to read, watch a movie, use computer, and drive. The glasses lasted until last year, when my baby brother incidentally sat on it. The lenses broke.

I didn't tell my parents or anyone. FREEDOM. Finally.

Well at least until I started experiencing headache. Like I said, I can't type for long in front of the computer without having my eyes annoyingly watery. I got lost because I couldn't read street signs. I couldn't watch a movie from the big comfy couch without pushing it closer to the television. They'll worsen my already-poor eyesight, I'm sure.

Oh, not to mention, I got kicked out of class by a professor once. You see, I tried to take notes from the board so I squinted like crazy. I bit my lower lip because that's what I do when I concentrate. He's Chinese and he wore braces since his upper teeth are a bit too forward, so he thought I was mocking him. He called me out as immature and offensive. You should've seen his veins sticking out as he screamed. I can laugh about it now.

So yeah, I need glasses. I really, really need glasses. It will be ready this Friday and I'm excited.

Any tips you'd like to share to make it last longer and it wont end up being sit on or found under the bed? I had no idea you shouldn't wear glasses in bed.

This is why I don't think I'll be a "cool" mom someday!

I don't know how to say it without sounding completely weird but people who go out every day freak me out.

Don't get me wrong, I love having fun. If you read my blog for a while now then you know for sure I love parties and spending time with my friends. I know a lot of twenty-something people, especially those who aren't married yet, go out all the time like it's their job but I don't know how or why they do it. It's like they never have enough.

By going out here I don't mean an hour or two coffee / lunch / dinner / drink session with friends. I mean FULL BLOWN going out. Like from the afternoon until very late at night, even morning. Just for fun. Almost every day without absent. Freaky.

Some of my friends are like that. They have a short class or two every day, then go out until late and the cycle repeats. Weekends don't mean anything anymore because they're out all the time anyway. Even when they've graduated college and enter what we call real life, they still do it. It's like they don't care that they need to spend more of that money and energy to work, save up and achieve more life goals or something.

I sound like a super uptight and conservative Asian mom right now, don't I?

It's just, I like some sort of rules and routines in my life. Weekdays, I want to work. I want to be productive. Sure if my friends ask me out for dinner or drinks, I might go. But it doesn't mean I'll stay more than six hours or the whole night participating in debaucheries. Not every night anyway. I have weekends to let the hell breaks loose, if you know what I mean. That's when I think it's appropriate to have fun as much as you can, as long as you want. To wake up smelling like rum and coke and cheese fries at the same time.

There are exceptions, of course. Like when you're in vacation. Knock yourself out. Play hard.

Or when you're a pre-pubescent teenager. Lord knows how pre-pubescent teenagers can never call it quits. Hence their parents should set them straight from time to time.

Oh wow, I DO sound like a super uptight and conservative Asian mom.

Knock Offs : Hell Yes or Hell No?

It's a common knowledge that Asia is a land of fake / pirated / counterfeit products. They're made here and spread almost all over the world to : either make living cost cheaper or annoy the shiz out of you.

A lot of you must know already that I love pirated DVD's. I've purchased almost every trashy / cheesy movie and show known to mankind and been honest about it. Never music though. I'm a musician so I know the feeling of wanting to run over pirated MP3 sellers with a truck. Yes, double standard here is how I roll.

A lot of other people love more varied kinds of counterfeit goods. Bags for example. I'm sure you've seen many women sporting fake branded bags, or at least you suspect them that. I can't count how many fake LV or Hermes Birkin Bags I've seen every time I go out. Oh and the everyone-wears-it Chanel flap bag? I can name up t0 30 traditional markets, trade centers, and dusty street shops that sell them. In the city of Jakarta alone.


Then there are also fake shoes. Everything from sexy Louboutin heels to cute Marc Jacobs flats. I went to a customized shoe maker the other day and he asked me whether I wanted to order a pair of seriously gorgeous lace up boots. I was interested until he said, "It's Balmain's design. No one can tell the difference."

Oh yes some people can. Never underestimate the power of shoe-fetishes or fashion addicts and their attitude. One of the reasons I'm not interested to wear anything fake. They can take one look at your stuff, smirk, whisper to their friends ( which might also be your friends ), and you can bid adieu to your semi-clean reputation. You'll forever be known as "That Knock-Off Lady".

This sounds shallow but for me, being invincible sounds more tempting than being known as "That Knock-Off Lady".

BUT. There's a but. Although I may be opposed to the idea of buying them, I won't really judge people who do. They may be unable to buy the original ones but wanting to wear them too. Fashion trends spark their curiosity. After all who doesn't wanna look good? Sure it'll be better if they buy something non branded at all that they can afford. But who are we to force our opinion and expect them to do what we said? All we can do is share our two-cents.

What do you think about knock-offs? Are you for / against it? If you're for it, do you draw any line to certain products?

Mine is cosmetics. NEVER purchase fake cosmetics, ladies! Be careful when you shop online. When it's too cheap, it might be too good to be true. A bottle of MAC studio fluid foundation for $10? No such thing. Either the chemicals are dangerous enough to give you pus-filled zits or...

....the counterfeiters peed in it.

TMI Thursday : The Incident Down Under

A friend from high school just messaged me on Facebook. For this post's purpose, let's call her Jenna. She was being nice : asked me how I'm doing, whether I remember her, told me little tid bits that happened back in the days to ensure I remember her. The class skipping, cosmetic shopping, underage drinking, partying and lots of other rebellious high school girl activities.

She didn't need to do that. I remember her well. Very well.

She used to sit a couple chairs beside me during freshman year. One of the loudest ones in class, one of the fastest to mature. While a lot of us still experienced the thrill of making out in movie theaters ( You've been there too, admit it! ), she boasted about how woman-on-top is a so much better sex position than regular missionary. Attagirl. Her parents must had been so proud.

Anysluhurt, she went out with me and several friends pretty often in weekends. I didn't really mind because she often picked me up / dropped me off and able to lie to my parents about our destination with a straight face. However, one night she came to my house with tears streaming down her face. Almost like she's in real pain. Being an awesome friend, I told her to sit on my bed and tell me what happened. I was fully ready to hand her a box of tissue, a tub of ice cream and assure her how men are jerks.


She told me it's nothing like that. Her pain was all physical. This conversation happened.

Me : Did someone hurt you?

Jenna : No, I had an accident!

Me : Oh my god, you crashed your car again?

Jenna : NO! NOT with a car!!!

Jenna : ....with a razor blade

Me : *looked at her legs*

Jenna : Not there. I just cut my vaginal lips!!!

Me : .....

Jenna : It's BLEEDING!!! ALL OVER MY THIGHS!!!

I didn't know what to say.

I tried to calm her down though, told her to just keep it clean and bear the pain for a while since she flat out refused my advise to go see a doctor. But then she asked me whether I wanted to see it.

I really didn't know what to say.






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

Ode To Awesome Girls

I'm a late bloomer.

Ask any of my friends or family members, I ensure they'll giggle and nod. Despite of a short-lived phase of me loving Barbie dolls and flowery skirts, I was pretty boyish until my late teenage years. Guys didn't exactly look at me and went "Hey, Hottie!", they hijacked my ipod to copy my hip-hop playlists instead. I didn't get along easily with girls because aside of my limited circle of girl friends, I was pretty annoyed by a lot of girls. I thought they were catty, insecure, complicated, and tried to make you live by certain rules. Do you know that my daily uniform were shirts and jeans, or how I used to hate high heels, make-ups and dresses? No joke. I got really annoyed when my girls told me they'd look good on me, or how I'd look more feminine wearing them. As if we needed them to lure men.

Well, they do help. Boosting your confidence at the same time, more importantly. Man I've changed for sure. I don't really know how, when, or why. It just happened.

I remember feeling more comfortable hanging with guys back in the days. We went to the bars, played pools, shot some hoops, listened to a lot of music and just chilled around. They came to me for dating advices from time to time but unlike us girls who sometimes keep on ranting and crying all day, they explained their frustation in only a few paragraphs. They listened to us and shut up. Normal activities commenced. We watched movies again, we headed out for drinks again. I thought it's awesome enough for me and I was content.

I was wrong.


Ladies, you always need girl friends in your life. Sure, some of them might be into gossip way too much, try to tell you what to do, even get in your business from time to time. But if they're always there for you to have your back instead of stabbing it, then doesn't it mean you're blessed? Even if you're boyish or tomboy or whatever, you're still a girl and there are things that only other girls would understand. Say you're depressed, feeling like crying and ranting endlessly for a day. Subconsciously, you might just need someone there to listen sympathetically without telling you enough already. Girls would do that job so much better, they'll be able to relate to that. Not to say that guys can't. I'm sure they can, either after a serious training / adaptation or death threats.

Ahem.

I also don't mean to say having girl friends are better than guy friends. I think healthy balance from both sides is important, doesn't matter if you're girly or boyish. I enjoy hanging out, playing games and watching DVD with my boys as much as I love going to salon, shopping and dancing with my girls. I love them. They're the best.

So are all of you here in the blogosphere.

For all my blogging girlies, Happy ( belated ) International Women's Day! Tell your favorite girls how much you love them today!

Sexy Video For All! Click it, Click it!

...Kidding. Who do you think I am? Tila Tequila?

Don't answer that.

Anyhoodle, I can be found here today at The Hush Blog talking about drama kings and queens, sick perverts, drunk teenagers, and skanks on prowls. All-in-one, baby! Just for you!

Now if you can just head over there and show some love by clicking this sexy plump lips :

See you there! Go! Go! Go!

Sunday Lovelist #34

Wow, just realized I only posted twice before this week, instead of the usual 4 or 5 times. I guess it's because it went pretty stale, made me lost for words often. But I'm back today and here are some of the things I love from the previous week :

1. John Legend's set in Jakarta International Java Jazz Festival

This weekend, one of the biggest music festivals in the country ( and the region ) took place in Jakarta. The line-ups were pretty crazy : John Legend, Toni Braxton, Babyface, Eric Benet, The Manhattan Transfer, Harvey Mason and many more incredible international and local talents. Full list is here. It's a 3-day festival but I only attended one and it's to see JOHN LEGEND. Hands down one of my favorite artists and inspirations. He performed amazingly and his technique was mind blowing. His voice was steady, never shaky at all. Stage set was impressive although I felt hyperventilated at some point to go through the mass crowd in order to find a good space to watch. My favorites were when he stood and danced on the piano during Green Light and when he closed the show by sitting, playing piano, and singing to Ordinary People.

2. Recording 5 songs for my album

Actually, more like re-recording. A lot of my tracks had been recorded before but they're not exactly in professional quality to be released and sold in the market so I had to retake them. I have to say it's a challenge recording 5 songs in only 6 hours studio time. I had to keep my voice steady and not lose power after a while, drank a ton of water while doing so. By the time I finished, everyone in the studio was also exhausted. My producer kept blinking his eyes. We're stoked though. Another session is scheduled in the following weeks, I'm looking forward to it.

3. New haircut!
Yes, I finally got my hair cut. It was super long before, reaching my back and I had thought of cutting it many times before instead of just trimming it. I told my new hairstylist that I wanted Marissa Miller's hair, however he got me this :

I really don't think it's anything like Marissa Miller's hair. More like Stephanie Pratt but I think I could rock it. It's only a little bit past my shoulders now and I feel like 10 pounds have been shed from my head alone. Awesome!

4. Random Bazaar Booths
I've been pretty much a mall rat with my mall trips this week and I found many little bazaars happening there these days with their cute tiny booths that sell everything from jewelries to dresses to bags to customized heels. Last one is my favorite. I've been having fun designing a couple of shoes, from platform pumps to sexy wedges, and make them there. The production usually takes 4 to 5 weeks and this girl CAN'T WAIT. Hope it's not disappointing.

5. Shutter Island
I'm pretty late to just watched it now but better late than never. I LOVE THE MOVIE! Martin Scorsese is one of my favorite directors and he delivered, although a lot of critics seemed to not think so and saying Shutter Island is a cake for a director in Scorsese's class, compared to his previous works. I say a good movie is a good movie and if it's enjoyed by a lot of people, then why bad-mouthing it? I couldn't stop guessing in every plot twist because I haven't read the novel. I think I will now. Leonardo Dicaprio played his character(s) very well, very believable. Have you watched it? What do you think?


6. Hush Blog this week
Amazing posts happening in my second home, you should subscribe if you haven't. This week we have fun facts about men ( you know you can get them to pee sitting down? Ha! ), qualities of men that Erika likes, interesting discussion about open marriage, and Sean Faris with his sexy shirtless pictures. Now get over there! *spank*

Your turn now, what do you love this week?

The 1st Rule Of The Fight Club is, You DO NOT Talk About Fight Club

So there's been a bit of a "riot" in Jakarta yesterday. A bit is an understatement, actually, seeing that all of us here were informed that it might continue until today and we have to be careful if we go out.

If you have an extra time to read some background story, you can do so here, here and here.

To make a long story short, yesterday a big number of protesters clash with police over Indonesia bank bail-out outside our national parliament. The parliament has failed to reach a consensus on whether to condemn two top government figures over such matter for some time now and it sparks anger from a lot of people, especially anti-government groups. Almost 1000 people rallied and they hung banners, burned flags, screamed at the top of their lungs demanding the current regime and the current president be replaced. It got angrier and angrier every hour, up until the point the protesters started throwing rocks and bricks at the police only to be returned by tear gas and water cannons. Traffic was paralyzed.

Oh and they showed the whole thing LIVE on national television. We could see the session inside the parliamentary where law makers debated intensely and outside it. Which is crazy, of course, but more fun to watch. Like a friend said, the whole riot could be compared to a really massive outdoor rave party ( I mean, water cannon! ) if the cause wasn't that serious!

I could never imagine being trapped in such a chaotic situation.

Oh, wait, I did.


I've told you before I went to a public school for high school, right? it may be filled with smart kids ( think less scary lawbots! ) but almost everyone knows how the boys there can be a bunch of trouble makers. Year after year. The seniority is crazy and the boys are taught by their male seniors...to fight. I always find it retarded but it's like a long lost tradition or something. Boys from other high schools couldn't actually pass my school without being bullied by them, usually it always ended with a fight. No joke. Street brawl. Left a bunch of people wounded or bleeding until cop cars came since the school administration couldn't do anything to stop it. Very ghetto, now that I think about it. My dad always made sure I didn't leave house without pepper spray.

The boys from my school and the closest neighboring school in the area were known to have this long time feud. Every year, they fight. Every week. I don't know whether they still do it in the present time though but back then it's always crazy : bottles are thrown, bats are swung. Yikes. One day, I was walking to a record store somewhere between my school and said closest neighboring one when another brawl broke. They came out of nowhere : screaming, cursing, tackling each other. Even traffic was stalled. A couple of food sellers in the streets scattered around too, running for safety. I was stunned when some dude was jumped at and kicked RIGHT BESIDE ME. Bottles flown only a couple centimeters above my head and let me tell you : fights are only cool when you see it in movies / shows when you're not actually in the middle of it.

What did I do next, you ask? Ran like a little girl, obviously. While ducked like crazy. Entered a nearby cosmetic store and hid there until I heard wailing siren of cop cars. Bought a lip gloss or two. True story.

Have you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of a fight / brawl? Better yet, have you actually PARTICIPATED? It's confession time!

Meet The Douchelord

These past few days, I've been preparing the fourth sequel of BLOCK BATTLES. In case you don't know what that is ( Seriously? I talk Block Battles so many times here ). It's a monthly hiphop event organized by my team where we focus in live performances. We usually make events in clubs but since all of us love hip-hop so much, we wanna do this "project passion" by holding a regular event where all hip-hop or R&B artists can come perform and be noticed. Kinda like us giving back to the community and support local talents, new ones especially.

Supporting these talents mean that we have to notify them whenever Block Battles is coming up. Since I'm in charge with new performers, I have to look up facebook pages and myspace music to keep myself informed. It also requires me shooting them a quick message and ask them whether they wanna participate. This can get a bit tricky since I'll be happy as a clam if they enthusiastically say yes, but if they refuse or act all snooty then somehow I get the urges to yell, "FINE. I'M ONLY TRYING TO HELP!"

Everything is usually pretty clean. Yes or no. Deal or no deal before I put their names in line-ups and wait for D-Day ( which can be pretty crazy if there are more than 15 artists signing up ) . But apparently it can't always be that way.

One of the people I messaged was this dude who used to be in a pretty famous R&B band during my high school years. The band used to perform in many high school festivals back then and he's the front man. He rap and sings, can get a bit Justin Timberlake-y on stage. I know him because a couple of his band mates also rap and they formed another rap group...with yours truly. Another story for another time. Oh my rap group era, nothing short of embarrassing, believe me.


Anyhoodle, I asked the dude, let's call him Douchelord, whether he's still in "the biz" and want to perform. This conversation happened :

Douchelord : Perform? I don't perform so much hip-hop right now. How much will I get paid?

Me : You're not with the old band? Still rapping? Speaking of fees, we can't give much fee to each performer. We don't really get much profit in this ourselves. It's mainly for new artists who need all the promotions they can get although the established ones are more than welcome to participate.

Douchelord : No you see, I'm in a commercial pop band now. Still rap sometimes. But honestly, we don't "donate" performances. We only perform for certain fee, if you can afford that we're in. How would you like a duet?

Me : ....

Me : I don't think so, I'll be working the event ( and I wanna punch your face so bad ). Well thanks for replying though.

Douchelord : Your welcome. I like your display picture, btw. Are you single?

Give me ONE REASON not to electrocute the guy.

Oh by the way, a bunch of more famous and talented artists with either more albums or more stage time have signed up for the event. No hassle. No sleazy talk. Why are people with less talent = the loudest ones?






ps. The dude also scarily resembles K-Fed in real life. Dresses like him too. Yikes.