Damn it, Torrance Shipman!

So an associate asked me whether I want to be a cheerleader this afternoon.

No kidding. I was hanging out with one of my office girlies when she came in, looking excited to find both of us at the same time. At first I thought she'd want something done and keep us working until 3 am in the morning so we'd jump from the 21st floor or something. Instead she squealed and told us to prepare ourselves to be in our office's cheerleading team.

I know. WOW.

Apparently next June there'll be some sort of annual mini-olympic going on for law firms in Jakarta. It's pretty huge. They've assigned almoskt everyone young / fit enough to represent the firm and compete. Uniforms are made, practices and rehearsals are scheduled. Some of the intern guys were talking about soccer or basketball practices over dinner today, expressing their concerns on how other law firms have started to practice already. Another office mate talked about going to bowling alley to practice this weekend. Looks like they take it pretty seriously.

I wonder whether they'd boil me to death if I messed up a move.

See, there's a reason I wasn't in the cheerleading team back in high school. Yes, mostly because I was a big music dork and not cool or plastic enough to mingle with the popular chicks with their itty bitty skirts and pom poms but I think it's also because coordinated moves confuse me.

Which kinda doesn't make sense because I DANCE ALL THE TIME. In my room, in the club, in the living room, whenever I feel ecstatic. I have different types of dance too : victory dance, gorilla impersonation dance, yay-my-work-is-done-now-i-can-go-home dance.

But they're DIFFERENT than coordinated cheerleading moves. Very different. And not only because to do a gorilla impersonation dance all you have to do is wiggling your butt, put on an idiotic expression, scratch your belly and clap.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off watching Bring It On. All six movies simultaneously. This may or may not hurt me.

How good are you at following / memorizing a choreography?

brace yourself, it's a long post!

I'M BACK!!!

Sneezing and coughing with body temperature sky-rocketing but I'm back and can't be happier. The previous week had kicked my butt big time. I have no doubt this week will too. I almost didn't get any rest over the weekend. AT ALL.

It was fun though, Saturday and Sunday especially.

Last Friday my girls asked me out for a few drinks after work and I so looked forward to it but then I had an extra work to be submitted the next morning. Friday night was sulking, typing sleepily on my laptop, having my mom massaged my neck ( she's the best!) because I threw up twice due to exhaustion and stress. To call it ugly is an understatement.

Saturday was spent attending one of the biggest dance festivals in the country, Djakarta Warehouse Project. It's held in Carnaval Beach with internationally well-known DJ's like Ferry Corsten, Kaskade, Dash Berlin, Marco V, Shortee Blitz and many more in the line ups. Now I know the older I get, the more I avoid rave-like parties but somehow it's not like a typical one where you'll be pissed walking around until your muscles hurt on a muddy ground with a thousand sweaty and drunk people nearby.

It's actually really civilized. Easily accessible affordable food+drinks, no wet grounds, huge dance space, insanely good lightning and the most important thing... overall good crowd. It's such a buzz kill to attend a party filled with annoying trashy people. Not the case that night. A few high lights?

This dance area. There were three and I love this one the most. The colors and effects were amazing!

CyberJapan Dancers from Tokyo. Bad ass!

One sick Japanese chick

Your welcome, boys!

Me and Ferry Corsten ( taken via blackberry, hence the low quality image)

Team Shortee Blitz! Such a great DJ!

Sunday I was working my own gig, Block Battles, until around 1 AM or so. I can't believe it's our fifth installment already. AMAZING. I helped organizing the event instead of performing. We had 32 artists performing that night. So many talents to find and it's their opportunity to shine. More pictures?

Yours truly being a microphone beast

Hip-Hop Heads Love Block Battles!

Yep, he did back flips and rap at the same time!

D'Makaveli Team + DJ Shortee Blitz, our special guest for the night

Now can someone help me catch up on the happenings of our beloved blogosphere these days? Has someone finally made a Louboutin giveaway which, ahem, also opens for Non-US residents? Aaaaaaaaaarrghhhhh, HOW ARE YOU?

Two Worlds Collide!

It amazes me how gossips travel really fast.

See, I was having dinner with a bunch of fellow interns today. Being one of the newest kids, I was all calm and quiet. I intend to be really low key. New environment, new image, right? But then one of the girls I've just talked a couple times with before looked at me and asked, "So when is your next gig?"

I was all, "HUH?"

Suddenly all the attention turned to me.

"Gig? What gig?"

Uh-oh. So I told them when I happen to not spend my time being a lawbot and do things lawbots do, I run to the nearest microphone and try to out-cool Nicki Minaj.

But the questions kept on coming...

"REALLY?"

"Since when?"

"Do you perform?"

"Do you like Lil Wayne?"

"Yo, Andhari! HAHAHA! Yo, yo, yo!"

The last two sentences, as you can tell, are pretty retarded. I can tell that all of us will get along awesomely.

Speaking of retarded, I did a pretty retarded thing today.

I had a pretty dull reviewing assignment this afternoon. My office mate was out getting food, leaving me in our office room alone. The hallway was deserted and the office rooms next to us were mostly empty. Apparently a lot of people were out for meetings or something. So I figure I wouldn't bother anyone if I played a little bit of trashy but catchy music for fun and giggles, right?

I chose this song to wiggle to :



And this is my office room :


I was so lost in music : singing about all the money to blow and 24 hour champagne diet (LMAO!), typing and wiggling at the same time when I heard a loud cough behind me.

A senior associate shaking his head, looking amused.

Woops.

This conversation happened :

Him : Umm, where's your office mate?

Me : *speechless* She's out..

Him : ..............

Me : I'll let her know you're looking for her when she gets back

Him : Thanks...

Him : Have fun blowing your money! *walked out laughing out loud*

DEAD.

I feel like a grown up. Kinda.

Hey, guys. Thanks for all of your supports in the previous post. Let's do a group hug and jump up and down on a huge trampoline because that's how happy you guys made me.

I wore a blazer, a pencil skirt and buttoned down shirt per your suggestions. Apparently it's the right attire where I work. Most of them seem to wear black and white, sometimes they mixed dark blue or brown into the mix. Maybe because it's Monday? I have to find out. I went there last Friday and there were more colors. In that case, I'll wear pink.

Kidding. Sorta.


Now how do I tell you some of my stories without revealing so much?*

Well, I met other two interns only to find out we'd be separated in different divisions. There goes our wishful thinking of sharing a room together and get all giggly. I didn't get my orientation because the boss needed me instantly in a project. I put on a lot of idiot face yesterday because it's NOTHING LIKE I LEARNED IN SCHOOL. I mean beside of the really basic stuff, what I learned in my advanced classes can't really be applicable in my job AT ALL. I need to study from zero all over again.

Thankfully, my senior is kind enough to guide me through the whole thing so in the end I understand a thing or two. We got some of our work done and I got out of the office at a fairly reasonable hour. 10 PM. It's considered early there because when I tell my room mate ( what do you call a person whom you share a room in the office? ) I can go home, she rolled her eyes and said, "Jealous!", before burying her head in a binder bigger than my body.

Okay.

Oh, and our room is soooo pretty. Big with a lot of drawers and cabinets. Carpeted floor. Big chairs. Big window overlooking the city so at night you get the view of glittering lights.

But the best part of the whole thing? There's a giant shopping mall right in front of my office building. With its many restaurants, massage place, ice cream shops, movie theater, bars, salons, etc. We even share an underground tunnel. I. LOVE.

Wishing you guys a wonderful week!




* Yes, I signed confidiality papers and I'm skurrd.

The Happy News

I made the announcement yesterday via twitter in all caps screaming like a nut job, but just in case you didn't read that tweet :

YES, this internship. After a long process of tests and a thrilling interview. I could not shut up about it, I bet I must have annoyed a lot of you with my job hunt whining. It stops today. Promise. At least for now. I'm hoping to get hired for a more permanent position after this internship's over.

I signed the contract this afternoon and will start next Monday. How crazy does that sound? I feel like a grown up. To those of you who congratulate and wish me luck in twitter, THANK YOU SO MUCH. Thank you for having complete faith in me and for your encouraging words all these times. Best spirit lifter ever.

And for those of you ( usually current / former class mates in school ) who told me stuff like "say good bye to the sun" or "welcome to sweat shop", you're jealous.

Kidding.

I'm excited and nervous now. I also have questions :

• What should I wear on Monday? FIRST DAY. I'm thinking something sophisticated but not too overdone and still appropriate. Skirt? Pants? What kind of skirt? What kind of pants? Are you supposed to tuck your shirt in? Blazer or not? Are blazers necessary to wear every day? How about accessories?
  

• What do people normally bring to the office anyway? Beside pens, binder, and a laptop?

Spare me. My previous work experiences usually revolves around microphones, studios, venues, and long hours in front of my home computer.

20SB Blog Swap #7 : The Best Thing(s) About Being a Blogger

Hey, guys! We're having a special guest for the 7th 20SB Blog Swap Day right now. Her name is ExMi and she's from South Africa. Show her some love in the comments and check out my post in her blog.

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If you're wondering what I'm doing here, this is a little thing called a blog swap, and it's happening on the 20 Something Bloggers network today. I usually blog at ExMi, but today I'm taking over Andhari's blog. You can find her post by clicking through on that link.

So let's have ourselves a little blog swap party, shall we? There's even a theme and everything - The Best Thing About Being A Blogger.

Being that I'm a list-a-holic, I decided to make a list of 10 things I love most about being a blogger:

1. It's the only thing I've started, and never stopped. Sure, I've had plenty hobbies - photography, painting, drawing and a million other fleeting things - but it's the only "hobby" that I've started, and become completely addicted to. I've quit a few times, taken a few breaks, moved blogs numerous times, but I always come back. There's not really a reason, except for the fact that I love to write.
   
   
2. It's me, uncensored. And more me. It might sound a little self-centered (okay, a LOT) but it's all about me. I get to talk about ME as much as I like, without anyone telling me what I can and can't say. Without anyone interrupting me.It's me - all my quirks, insecurities, weaknesses, flaws and all my successes, hopes, dreams, dilemmas, foot-in-mouth moments. All my fuck-ups. All my mistakes and thrills.
   
   
3. It's like an online support group. Chances are, if I'm going through something particularly emotional/difficult in my life, there's someone out there on the interwebs who's going through it too. It's comforting and reassuring to read about their experiences, and draw similarities between their lives and mine, even though they might be on the other side of the world.
   
   
4. It opens my eyes to cultures/lifestyles/beliefs/experiences I didn't even know existed. I live in South Africa. A common misconception about South Africa is that we ride to work on elephants and have lions and rhinos roaming the streets and we all live in mud-hut villages. I don't. I'm not saying that there aren't people in South Africa that do live in mud-hut villages, just that I'm not one of them. The last time we had a rhino roaming the streets was when one escaped from a game park. What am I getting at? Just like there aree misconceptions about my home country, I have misconceptions about other places in the world. Other people, other cities, other lifestyles and reading blogs about these people/cities/lifestyles has helped challenge my perspectives and has forced me to reevaluate the way I think. Broadening my horizons, altering my perceptions.
   
   
5. There seems to be none of the regular social barriers, on the internet. Usually, upon meeting someone new, you wait a while and suss them out, before you decide whether or not you want to divulge all your dirty laundry. Not so, with blogging. When you write something personal and post it, you've effectively told a stranger all your secrets, without even having met them. There's a tendency to be more forthcoming and more openly honest with the Internet. There's no airs and graces about it. I like that.
   
   
6. You can find anything, if you look hard enough. It doesn't matter what kind of blog you're looking for, chances are if there's something you need, you can find it. From personal finance tips, to fashion, weight loss and gadgetry, there's someone out there that's blogging what you're looking to read.
   
   
7. It's a way of keeping in touch with my friends, when I can't see them. Loads of my friends blog. Actually, there's only like four of them that don't. I moved to a new city not so long ago, knew no one and started getting to know people that were blogging in my new city. We all met up, we're all friends and we're all busy people. So when we're not face-to-face, it's nice to know that if I was wondering how they were, I could just read their latest blog post to catch up.
   
   
8. It's my autobiography, and my memoirs and my diary, all in one. Some days it's cool to go back through the archives and see what I was up to this time last year. This time two years ago. This time three years ago. Five years of blogging means a serious amount of technicolor history, and I'm glad I have it - memories fade, but the blog posts are there to remind me, to refresh the details and to bring it all into reverse-chronological perspective.
   
   
9. For a long time, blogging was my contact with the outside world, when I was isolated from it. I spent nearly two years at home, as a stay at home mom. I have a two year old son, and spending all day and all night at home with a baby with no adult conversation (other than my Boyfriend when he was home in the evenings) would have driven me insane, if not for the blogs I read and the blog posts I wrote. The mommy blogs that kept me sane and kept me from stabbing myself in the eye with a bath thermometer. The non-mommy blogs that kept me from going insane when I was having baby-sensory-overload. Reading others' blogs and commenting on them was the perfect way of getting the communications fix I needed. Without ever actually having to open my mouth and say a word.
   
   
10. The comments are always awesome. If any blogger tells you they don't care about the comments they receive, they're probably lying to you or lying to themselves. The comments are important. It's necessary to know that someone's done the same embarrassing thing you have, that there's someone out there who thinks you're smart, or that you have a cute baby, or that you have good taste in shoes. Affirmation. It's vitally important to being a blogger. It also lets you know that you're not wasting your time. Time (that for me, as a mom) could be spent sleeping, working, reading, showering, eating or with my Boyfriend. That you've affected someone else's life with your words.

Now that's the best part about being a blogger.

Well, for me anyway.

What's your best part about being a blogger?

*Picture credit: Laughingsquid.

Cougar Town!!!

In one of the latest big family gatherings, my dad introduced me and my brother to a woman whom he referred to as 2nd or 3rd cousin or something. This woman isn't like any typical woman ( around my parents age ) in the family at all.

For example, she's actually cool. Not to say that other women there aren't.

Well, not really. Most of them always want to know your business, tell you what wrong choices you've been making. They always lecture you and if you're a girl and single, they will set you up with every "young gentlemen" they know. They gossip about stupid stuff their family members did, talk about the illness they've had and recommend each other their doctors or something. Big yawn.

This woman, let's call her Aunt Shelly, is nothing like that. Sure, she responded to those boring talk when she mingled with them. But on one-on-one time with me, the first thing she said was, "You rap, right? I love your songs. I remember watching you perform like 3 months ago in Blowfish."

So not only she has good music taste ( hahaha ), she goes to a good club too.

Other women in the family asked me what Blowfish is when they first heard about me doing music. Right before they told me music is a stupid career to choose and they hoped I have a back-up.

Back to this woman, she dressed really nice too. Classy dress, multi-chain watch, open-toed sandals, and Valentino satin clutch.Very Amanda Woodward in Melrose Place .


After an interesting conversation with her which included her job ( senior brand manager), her required travels ( Europe at least once a month ), her fun travels ( just back from Japan ), her favorite places to go in the city ( currently loving Bibliotheque ), and my secret desire to yell at every law firm I've applied to just freakin' accept me now ( she agreed! ), I was ready to be adopted by this amazing woman.

I promise I don't break things and am very easy to feed.

I told my mom I would pack my things as soon as I get home and she rolled her eyes. Another aunt who happened to eavesdrop immediately said bad things about her. Told me Aunt Shelly is a bad influence because she was divorced with no kids and until now, she still isn't married. Instead she goes out a lot and often seen with hot younger men.

My brother chimed in, "Ooh...a cougar. No wonder she's so interesting..."

Not helping.

I don't think a woman has to be a cougar in order to be as interesting, fun, attractive and worldly as Aunt Shelly. I personally would love to be as awesome as her in my forties. But hopefully married, with an adorable child or two. Wedding bands and diapers shouldn't make you lecture young people, stop going out and dressing nice, right?

Hence, I don't get why my nosy aunt, just like many other women from different age range, is so judgmental and intimidated by her cougar peers. A lot of fellow middle aged to older women always think these cougars embarrass them and behave inappropriately. While some younger women think they might steal their men or become their valid rivals to attract opposite sex. Especially with men these days seem to be more and more interested with these more stable, accomplished, mature, and so-called-less clingy women.

Me? I just think there are two types of cougars : hot cougars and trashy cougars.

Hot ones are like my aunt. From my observation in night clubs ( LOL!), they're accomplished, sophisticated, and not disgustingly obvious. You can tell by their clothes and make ups. They dress fashionably, but appropriate and according to their age. You're not gonna find them in overly short denim pants, low cut sequined tops, bright lipsticks and way-too-smoky eye make ups. They sip on wine and cocktails. Very Sex and The City. They also make sure their younger companions are in good quality : suits, blazer jackets, with decent knowledge to hold a conversation.

While the trashy ones...

WOW.

They hunt or go out with younger men who think they belong in a metal band, are known for vomit-inducing public display of affection, and dress AS IF they still have their figures in high school. I've seen too many muffin tops and fat rolls spilling over tight pants / tops to last me a life time.

What are your thoughts on cougars?

Confused Momma's Girl

My mom's birthday is in a week.

She's turning...umm, can't tell you. She might kill me. It's a ( vain ) girl thing. Hey, I tell people I'm 18 sometimes. I can pull it off, right? rightttttt?

Okay, don't answer that.

Anyhoo, I'm completely blank on what to get her. I should get her something special because she's the awesomest mom in the whole world and I love her. Also, She always takes us to amazing birthday brunch / dinner to celebrate her birthday. Usually places with the most drool-worthy dessert bar that makes my tummy purr and brain shut down.

So it's not gonna be nice disappointing birthday mommy with wrong gifts.

Me, my brothers and mom

I'm usually good at this, I swear. Last year I saved up to get her a really, really good bag that I might not dare buying for myself. Two years ago was a simpler classic cashmere top that she also liked.

Here's a few ideas thrown by my friends that I already rejected :

• Home made stuff. I know a lot of you artsy and crafty amazing folks will have no problem with this but the last time I tried making even a simple greeting card, I had glue and glitters on my face.

• Home made birthday cake. Seriously? My microwave blew up once because I apparently didn't make POPCORN right.

• Dresses. Unlike her daughter, my mom is all about tops, pants and pretty outer wears.
  

• Gorgeous High Heels. Again. Unlike her daughter, my mom is all about practical but cute flats or short little heels. I'm not good at shopping for flats or short little heels because I never like them.
  

• Compilation CD's. Mom grew up on 70's and 80's music. No offense to the fans but making a compilation of that much disco will tempt me to cut off my ears.

What should I get her this year?

And while we're on this topic, what did you give your mother on her last birthday? Did she like it?

Sunday Lovelist #36

A few things I love this past week :

1. Interview in my #1 dream work place
Apparently I passed their written test. Yay. It's just for a two months internship but I hope I impress them enough to work for them after graduation. Keeping my fingers crossed, hope they call me again. I also did another written test in another place and it's for a real job, but you know what? I'll ditch any offer just to work for the dream work place.

2. Anti-Violence Video Shoot
The event organizer I work at, D'Makaveli, and other event organizers in town were shooting a video message last weekend in Social House for an anti violence campaign due to terror and dangerous fights that happened recently in some of Jakarta's night clubs. This video message will be a part of one of the biggest dance festivals held in the end of this month, Djakarta Warehouse Project, in Carnaval Beach, Jakarta. Stop by if you're in town.

3. Hiphop Music in Dragonfly
If you've been here before, then you'll know it never plays hiphop. Ever. Only house, electro, etc. I went there Friday night and wow...they included hiphop tracks in their remixes. Popular hiphop tracks but STILL. Have you ever liked a place so much but you rarely go because they don't play your kind of music? I had fun and was pretty surprised that I could stay up late drinking and still GO TO A JOB TEST THE NEXT MORNING. 9 am with a bit of hangover. Thankfully I didn't mess it up.


4. Clash Of The Titans
It bothers me when a movie got a bunch of shitty reviews and I end up liking it. Which one has a weird taste? Me or them? I'm a fan of Sam Worthington and I LOVE stories about Greek gods. Dude, if you call this sucks, what would you call Percy Jackson & The Lightning Thiefs? I like it too though. Yeah, it must have been my taste then.


What do you love this week?

TMI Thursday Finale : The Bet That Reeks

It's a sad day in blogosphere today. The ever so popular installment led by the awesome Miss Lilu, TMI Thursday, is taking its last breath.

"I’ll be forever grateful for all the bathroom-humor-loving kindred e-souls I met through this, um, *project*… but TMI Thursday, at least for me, has run its course, and I’m hoping to tap out while on top." - Lilu

It's definitely on top, alright. So for my last ode to grossness, I'll tell you a story that involves ME *gasp*. No, it's not gonna be another embarrass-your-friend this Thursday. I'm going down too.

I still remember it clearly. It was 2005, a couple of weeks after graduation day and prom night. We still had 3 months before college started and every day was a party. We hung out and play, having fun until we're bored.

That day, Me and 4 friends ( let's call them Eenie, Meeny, Miny and Moe ) were at my house : eating too much, napping, watching movies, looking at photo albums from our high school years. We found photos of our weekend-long class trip to the ancient villages of Baduy and started reminiscing. It was insane. The people there were so primitive and religious, very anti-modern world and forbid visitors to bring modern items like cellphones, lamps, stove, and soap ( read about my hardcore experience here ). Everyone came back to the city smelling fantastic.

"I wonder if we can do it now," Eenie said. Classic. Eenie was the trouble maker in our group and she always corrupted our minds to do things we'd usually regret.

"What? Not using soap?" I asked.

"No soap. No showering at all. Let's make a bet." She grinned.

Then everyone started asking questions. What about brushing teeth? What about washing face? What would the winner get? How to reduce the possibility of cheating?

Here's the specification of the bet :

1. Everyone should pay $70 to enter. Winner gets $350.
2. NO SHOWERING. No use of soap at all and it includes facial wash, tooth brush, shampoo, conditioner, leave-in conditioner or any body cleaning products
3. Perfume is also not allowed
4. To make cheating difficult, everyone should wear the same shirt they wear when the bet's started. It's easier to detect body odor this way.
5. However, everyone is allowed to change pants and underwears
6. The person who goes the longest without shower wins!
   

I know you cringe in disgust now, loves. Unless you're Kristen Stewart, who I'm sure would win this kind of bet.


Anyhoo, I must had nothing better to do, because I participated. We met up almost everyday to check our progress. I was feeling alright the first day, a bit uncomfortable on the 2nd, and by 3rd day I felt sticky and couldn't stop scratching my scalp. Everyone smelled weird. We sat further to each other but we joked by shoving arm pits to each other 's faces. INHALE THAT SHIZ.

Ew.

My friend Moe was the first person to cave in. On the 3rd day, she told us her parents wouldn't take her out for dinner because she looked like a homeless person. She gave us her 70 bucks before heading home to shower. She still hung out with us though. Pretty much to comment how much we stink / how awful we look. Nice girl.

On the 4th day, I decided to avoid everyone in the house. I could smell myself : my hair, my oily skin, my breath, EVERYTHING. My mom would drag me outside and spray me with a hose if she found out. Hanging out with the anti-showering folks made me nauseated. Their smell got more and more obvious too. I swore someone might have pocketed dead raccoons.

On the 5th day...I gave up. I tossed that damn 70 bucks to the table.

See, we were sitting around watching a lord-knows-what movie while I noticed something smelled funny. And by that I mean funnier than usual.

"What's that smell?" I asked loudly. They asked me what I was talking about. Precisely which smell I was talking about.

I used my super smeller again. Sniff, sniff, sniff. Then I looked at Meenie. She sat right beside me, but on the couch. I was sitting on the rug. This conversation happened :

Me : Meenie, I think it's coming from you. Geez! What's that smell?

Meenie : Oh, relax! I just did a number 2 when I went to the bathroom a while ago

Me : Ew! You didn't wash yourself?

Meenie : I did. But the bet said no soap right? So butt can't be squeaky clean, if you know what I mean.

That's it. I was done. DONE. D.O.N.E. Dunzo.

Oh, she ended up winning the bet by the way. On day 15th.

Awesome.

Sophie's Choice?

Never say never.

I kinda live by that rule. I don't wanna be that person who arrogantly said she wont do something, like she's above it, only to do it a couple of months or years later.

Speaking of that person...

I've told you about my high school, right? Despite my few fabulous friends, it was still a hell. I stood out, but not because I was one of those bubbly popular girls. I was this angsty rapper chick who did a lot of gigs ( I still do, only less angsty! ) , skipped classes, a bit boyish, hung out with mostly guys, and could not tolerate any girly drama bullshit. Yes, I changed a lot. But that's not the point of this post.

My closest friend in high school, Sarah, was pretty much like me. She's loud, crazy, and awesome. We bribed security dudes at school to let us out, you can guarantee both of us wouldn't be at school past 10 am and could be find in the nearest mall. Ahem. She's also a party animal, back then, one of the people who's responsible for my drinking habit. She used to date a promoter who always got us in clubs without so much hassle.

But somehow, some girls at school sneered at us. Labeled us. Especially some of those girls in cheer leading team. One hilarious fact about cheerleaders in my school ( class of 2005 specifically ) is that unlike most cheerleaders in other high schools who were known to party all the time and promising general promiscuity, they prided themselves to be "classy". And by "classy," I mean stuck up, judgmental and annoying. They called themselves the good girls and treated me and Sarah like some kind of skanky animals from Tiger Wood's petting zoo.

One of the cheerleaders was this girl Sophie*. You can read the prelude on why I wanna feed her to the lions here.

Sophie knew better not to trash me directly since I'd sell her at fish markets. But to Sarah, she's more courageous. She, along with her popular posse, caught Sarah smoking on a parking lot one day and told her to put it out because it's a slutty thing to do. She proceed to lectured Sarah that a good girl doesn't smoke, drink, have sex, or go partying.** The posse of course, agreed with her.

A week ago, I received an invitation for a club party and guess who hosted?

Sophie The Sophisticated herself.

Oh, sweet victory. I told another high school friend this and she laughed. Told me ever since Princess Sophisticated started her 2nd year of college, she has been a regular smoker, drinker, and club goer. Not to mention having sleepovers at boyfriends's places.

She got her endorphins released alright.

Life is good.




* Not real name
** With all due respect, I'd rather shoot myself than having to live like that. Guess which one I'd find it hard to give up the most!

I'm being emo. Punch me.

Loves, I have a quite an embarrassing confession : I tear up pretty easily from time to time.

Kinda like a pregnant woman on a massive hormonal storm.

I don't have to necessarily be angry or sad to cry. The other day I was out having a late lunch date and I spotted an old couple sharing a bowl of frozen yogurt. They're SO cute, the old lady had a red bow on her hair and they each wore a matching wedding ring. They were smiling to each other, talking and holding hands. I was one inch away from bawling my eyes out in public. I had to clear my throat to speak normally again. Ridiculous.

Other things that would put me in the same position?

• Heart to heart talk with my girlfriends. Watery eyes are a common result. That and a lot of giggles over glasses of fruity drinks.
  
  

Women in Black. Love these fabulous two!

• Quality time with my mom. You know when you kind of screw up and your mom tries her best to convince you you're not as lame as you think? TEARS!

• My old cook, who's been with my family since I was barely a year old, scrounging up her money just to give me a birthday present. She often buys me little snack foods too, despite her limited amount of money.
  

• Loyal, smart and cute puppies / dogs. Yes, this point is totally influenced by Hachiko. I want a dog like that! *sobs*
  

• Visiting a beautiful vacation spot. Whether it's a gorgeous beach, a shimmering waterfall or a top of a tall building where you can see the view of fabulous city lights.

• Having things I've worked so much for come true, or a step nearer to come true. Like when I was offered to perform in Soulnation last year, or when I got a phone call for an interview at a place I want to work the most. BIG TEARS.
  

• Sweet little gestures people do. It can be your little sibling giving you the bigger slice of cake, your favorite barista giving you extra caramel syrup for your morning latte, other girls compliment you ( genuinely ) on your new outfit, or your blog friends dropping encouraging comments after a long sad post you wrote.
  

Speaking of sweet little gestures and awesome blog friends, do you know it's Krissy's 24th birthday today? Tiara came up with the idea to gather her blog friends and surprise Krissy with a birthday wish picture. Here's mine :

Pardon the ugly pajamas and sleepy face, I've been sick at home all day.

Happy birthday, Krissy. You're such a beautiful and special bloggy BFF for all of us. Have a great celebration and I wish you lots of happiness in the future. Everyone, please wish her a happy birthday here.

Your turn. What touches your heart and make you positively tear up?

A Piece Of Me...in April 2010

This Month...

I like : that I have interesting gigs and events lining up to do. Also, my days in school will come to an end. I have to defend my thesis sooner than I've expected. Nervous but excited. I better crack open my thesis and books soon, almost forgot what I wrote.

I don't like : that my friend Dian went back to Sydney yesterday. Sad face. She's been here for a few months and hanging out with us a lot. We're all already so used to her but she has to go home to continue her study / find a job. I'm gonna miss her. The farewell party was pretty wild, girlie better comes back here soon.


I want you to know : that I finally watched Robert Pattinson's Remember Me, and I'm NOT feeling it. Talk about weird philosophical indie flick. Why? Short recap ( SPOILER ALERT! ) :

• This broody New Yorker, Tyler Hawkins ( Pattinson), hated everything in the world. See, he's so "cool and indie". He seek trouble, got into fights, provoked a cop to beat him up...only to end up dating his daughter. For revenge, at first, before it turned into gooey mushy love stories with a lot of angry sex.

• He's close to his artsy sister and hated his father ( Pierce Brosnan ) . His super rich, big shot father ( damn, can he be my daddy instead? ) because he's too busy and didn't have time for his family. He blamed the dad for his older brother Michael's suicide.

• You know what caused Michael to commit suicide? He's too depressed working for his father. The dad, get this, didn't even do anything particularly bad. It's different if he's portrayed to have other wives, beat up his kids or something. BUT NO. No sympathy for Michael here.
  

• When everything finally went well, Tyler tragically died in his father's World Trade Center office. It was September 11th 2001 ( Yes, the 9/11 ). I would've been sadder and applauded in tears if the earlier plots weren't so bad.
  
  

I've planned : to work very soon. I haven't heard anything back from the law firms I had written tests / interviews at. How things work here is different, you guys. They don't tell you when you'll be informed on the result of the tests / interviews. They just tell everyone that they would call. It can be weeks, or months. This sucks so bad.

I want to say to someone special : We can do this! Everything will be alright, there will always be a way. Little set backs shouldn't stray us from our goals.

Krissy inspired me to do this game, but it's originally thought up by The Toothfairy. She's MIA at the moment but is really missed. Head over here if you want to join.

This Might Be Random But..

AARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!


He responded to these tweets of mine :

For those of you who don't know ( because I watch more reality shows than necessary and you have a life ) , Frankie Delgado is the side kick of Brody Jenner ( read my post about him here ), a successful night club promoter and also starred in The Hills. Just like Brody, he's a lady magnet. Only not annoying.

And apparently, down to earth enough to respond to fan tweets. It's a legit account. With a verified icon and everything. In case someone wants to question if it's really him.

This good Friday is gooood. Hope you guys have a nice one too!






ps. I sound like a dorky teenage fan girl.

April Fools = Not So Foolish

I'm not gonna pull pranks on you because I had to deal with this all morning :

Yes, extremely long and painful queue for Pitbull's tickets. All the way to second floor. I arrived at the promoter's office at an ungodly hour of 7.30 AM and got my ticket at almost 11 AM. People cursed and shoved each other. We couldn't buy via internet because the website was down from too many people buying the tickets, hence this consequence. All tickets by now are already SOLD OUT. In one freaking day.

But still, I luckily got these babies. I'll come back at May 10th to trade them for real tickets.


Pitbull better not be disappointing. I kinda have memorized most of his songs from all his four albums by now. I AM NOT ASHAMED.

In a completely different note, check out my song Through The Wall that I just recorded today with this talented Indonesian R&B singer, Hariman Halim. Not completely mixed yet but the quality is decent enough. If you're into slow jam and sexy music that can make your significant other swoon, you might like this :

Thoughts?

Happy April! I hope this month brings you all kinds of happiness.