Play Date?

What is this I heard about venues throwing and people going to Sex and The City parties this weekend?

As a SATC fan in their early television days, I can tell that the euphoria is back in full force and a lot of girls will dress up in their Carrie Bradshaw-like attires, go out with their girl friends and clinking their cocktail glasses to each other like the fabulous four in the next few nights.

Which is pretty fabulous, I think. I'm all for girls night out. I haven't had one in a while.

Not a girls night out, but it's fun!

Scratch that. I haven't really had one in a long time. Almost had, like two or three months ago when I went out with two of my girls to a wedding after party in one of the so-called hip clubs here. But then one of them somehow brought a date in the end. She looked at me apologetically and said, "It's okay, right?" so I had to nod approvingly with a bright sunshine-y smile on my face when deep inside I wanted to strangle her. Hos before Bros, right? Why can't hos go out and about without bros tagging along?* Especially since some bros often just hang out with their all testosterone crew and act like they're super cool and single even when they're not.**

Sure, I get closer and closer with the girls from the office but I don't think going for a random simple dinner together classifies as a girls night out. We haven't reached that phase when one of us would not be surprised by other's silly drunken behavior yet.

I also don't think working until midnight and order in greasy deep fried noodles that make you burp from the closest Chinese eatery while typing like a maniac, gossiping at the same time, and listening to random music by Justin Timberlake fit the description of a successful girls night out either.

That's just sad.

Scratch that again. It's not so bad, but this might be my withdrawal talking.

I better have a margarita or two or three or four in my system by the end of this weekend or HEADS WILL ROLL.

What's your idea of a perfect girls night out?






* I declare that me and my girls are not literally a bunch of hos. We're just awesome. Pinky swear.

** Emphasis on some. I do realize that not all men are jerks and we should not blame all of them for the retarded things some of them do!

I'm still alive!

This is probably the longest I've gone without updates.

Life has been crazy for me lately, crazier than usual that is. A lot of things happen at the same time.

Last few weeks of school. Next Monday marks the last final ever (hopefully!) I have to take, then it's counting the days until I have to present my thesis to a board of professors and defend it before I finally graduate. Thank you law school, it's been awful. Kinda. I'd rather perform with a glittery peacock outfit a la Lady Gaga in front of 5000 audiences. What if they think I'm retarded? What if they laugh? My thesis is about DIVORCE, for G sake. It's practically the simplest subject. I should've known, I wrote it for that reason and finished it less than two months. Incomparable to my way smarter peers who wrote about say, bankruptcy or capital market policies with their long extensive researches.

Sure, I'd like to think working for a corporate law firm will educate me on those but whenever people there ask me what my thesis is about, I can't feel like a bigger douche.

Speaking of work, I still love it but recently I started to receive more. I no longer can sit around being lazy because I'm assigned to a few more difficult projects and have to answer to a few more people. I finally experienced going home at 2 am last Tuesday and didn't even realize it's already that late. I switched off my computer and noticed the hallway was already dark. The office was deserted, only a few rooms with people still working. I'm afraid of darkness, guys. I believe ghosts exist. I watched the original version of Shutter and my crazy mind kept repeating scary haunting scenarios that might happen if I had to ride the elevator down alone.

I couldn't even bother going to the bathroom when I needed to pee badly. I held it for hours, wiggled on my chair and in the car a lot. Too much info, yeah? I have to work on that, and probably stop watching Asian horror movies.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna get myself some sleep. I NEED SLEEP. I don't think I've ever appreciated sleep before, or craved my bed badly. I went to a club last night because I had a gig ( stories and pictures later!) and before all the vodka kicked in, I was extremely sleepy at the point I needed to ask the bartender to make me a cup of coffee. He thought I was being cute. FML.

What's everyone been up to? What did I miss?

The Super Long Weekend

This week went by pretty fast, I blame it on the sort of long weekend we're having here in Indonesia.

By sort of, I mean Thursday was a national holiday so naturally a lot of offices and schools had Friday off too, making it a super long weekend where people can ditch the city and fly to neighboring cities and countries to relax. Bandung, Bali, Singapore, Thailand, Australia.

Not my office. It believed on Friday most of its employees should still work at least 10-12 hours. Probably why it was pretty empty too, some were pretty courageous to not show up.

But I still feel like it's a long weekend though.

Wednesday night after all, was that freaking awesome Pitbull's concert that jump started my mood.

Thursday was a lot of relaxing time in bed, followed by DVD shopping and blueberry frozen yogurt before going back to my post on the couch. I had to finish a work assignment due Friday morning but a few awesome distractions like Glee, Supernatural, Chuck, and that new chick flick movie starring Hillary Duff ( hahaha) cheered me up.

Friday was back to work with almost nothing to do but submitting my assignment from the previous day. No joke. I spent time playing feeding frenzy, watching youtube, joked around with my office mates, went to the mall across the street...twice. We browsed some clothes, had coffee and ice cream, went back to the office only to have my supervisor telling me she had no work for me. Happy dance commenced. Then one of my girlies I haven't met in months told me she's in said mall so I went back again. We caught up, checked out the book store, browsed some shoes, contemplated to get drinks and ended up in this cozy, secluded, open air bar serving the best fruity mojitos in the city.

Very relaxing, and much needed. There are times I just wanna enjoy a company of a close friend instead of going with lots of people to a so-called hip bar or club where the agenda is just looking good but the conversation is lacked in depth. Not that I'm against it. I just don't feel like it after a long day at work. I can barely move, much less trying to put tons of make up in my face and squeeze myself in a little dress. So thanks to this girl. Love her lots.

Saturday was simply awesome, sleeping a lot before heading to a salon to get a hair treatment. Sometime in the evening, I went with D'Makaveli boys to this homey local bar to watch soccer. Not that I understand, but I'm chipper when rounds of drinks involved. The night continued with us moving to a swankier spot, Domain. Angga was hosting. Free bottle of vodka and a lot of fun conversation. Music wasn't upbeat enough to dance to though. Old school hiphop. Not your best companion when you wanna dance in your semi-drunken state.

So we're moving again to our newly renovated favorite club, Blowfish. Music was a whole lot better, I can't wait for my gig there next week. The high light of the night, however, was a couple of sexy dancers with very tiny outfits, wearing R2-D2 masks and holding a light saber as they grind to each other.

It gives the new meaning to Empire Strikes Back, if you know what I mean.

I also kinda took a light saber in the end. Good times.

Sunday is today. It's currently 2 PM in the afternoon and I'm still in my PJ's. I don't have anything planned yet but my brother suggested going to a Korean joint and eat as many barbecued stuff possible until his fart smells like one. Classy.

Have a fabulous weekend, lovelies!




*Photo courtesy of Dian Karlina Photography

The Dog Rocks Jakarta Big Time

No surprise, right?

First let me just say "I EFFIN TOLD YOU SO" and "IN YOUR FACE" to people who even doubted him in the first place. Doggy got so many haters because all the 4500 tickets were sold out in the first day. These people then proceeded to preach how Pitbull sucks, not a real rapper, overly too mainstream, and blah-blah-blah die hipster die.

I know Pitbull isn't really a rapper, okay? Cut it out. He doesn't call himself a rapper. He's an entertainer and a major one at that. A bit gross perverted lyrics, yes, but almost everyone does it these days. You're not supposed to analyze the meaning of his songs, you're supposed to dance and if you want moving lyrics then by all means just don't listen to him and cop some Corinne Bailey Rae's CD or something.

So yeah.. IN YOUR FACE. IN YOUR FACE. IN YOUR FACE to previously Pitbull haters coming to the concert and can't resist how his sexy latin dance songs make them dance.

He's ridiculously awesome, it hurts. Sure, a lot of teenage kids pissed me off and a few of them knocked me with their elbows once or twice, it hurts too.

Highlights:

• The massive energy from everyone in the room from Pitbull, his band members to the crazy crowds

• The set list. Pitbull brought all of his tracks plus a few new ones. He even did a verse of Watagatapitusberry. It's not the song that makes people scream the most, but I scream the loudest when he said the word.

• Pitbull's hip shake. Dear god the man can dance and make you giggle nervously.

Not-So-Highlights:

• Annoying all over the place teenage kids who hit you when they dance and step on your toes

• The stage. It's way too minimalist and a bit too low. Us shorties can't really see without craning our necks.
  

Here are some videos in case you wanna see :









I went home tired with no voice left afterward. But it's simply the happiest night of the month for me.

The Night Of The Dog

8 PM tonight. I CAN'T WAIT!!!

Here are a few things that may potentially be a setback:

• My hotdamn flu. SO not gonna let it beat me today!

• Groups of screaming teenage fans. They'll be everywhere with their high pitched kermit voices blocking every space, but I'm in a battle mode. I should've brought a water cannon.

• Work. I know that normal people can get off after 6 pm but my job is nowhere near normal. I keep my fingers crossed my supervisors are kind enough to NOT give me any work after dinner time. Otherwise I'm dead. Or I go to the concert but I have to go back to the office afterward. *knock on woods*

Gotta pack the essentials : T-shirt, shorts / pants with a few pockets, comfortable shoes, bottled water, high energy snack, and taser to prevent people from dancing too near right?

I'm feeling like dancing, you guys!

Do NOT Provoke Me, Woman!

So a friend complained the other day, asking me why I don't wanna set her up with any man anymore. After all, I've been her faithful match maker for years.

I lied to her face saying I have no "eligible bachelor" friends for her yet.

It's just that she's been A HUGE PAIN IN THE ASS to introduce to men to.

Say, I had introduced her to 20 men:

• 10 were not good looking, well-dressed, rich, popular, powerful businessman/lawyer-y enough for her.

• 5 were good looking, well-dressed, popular but NOT rich or powerful businessman/lawyer-y enough.

• 3 were good looking, well-dressed, rich, quite powerful businessman/lawyer-y but NOT popular enough. By not popular enough, I mean their families are not in glossy pretentious local magazines like Tatler or High Society enough.
  

• 2 had everything from looks to well-known family, but oh, she ditched those guys out of boredom and selfishness.

So I'm done. Very well done.

Meet a girl who is so cliche, she puts Kanye West 's Gold Digger to shame.

And his maybe-appropriate dream guy:


You know you feel like kicking a kitten when you have to put more Brody Jenner pictures in your blog.*

* No offense to kitten owner. I'm usually very good to animals.

Blessing in Disguise?

Last Monday marks the beginning of my 3rd week in the firm.

You know what it means, most of the euphoria have left me and I started to notice little things that, well, not really bother me, but can be fixed.

For example, the little office room I share with another intern? Don't get me wrong, I love it, but it's somehow located at a point where you don't get any WiFi signal. At all. If I have to send my work to my supervisors, I have to safe them in a USB, walk to the library a couple meters away and use their computers. My office mate doesn't have this problem because she works longer than me and about to be a trainee associate, hence her own desktop and its internet port ( what do you call it again? LAN cable? ).

Oh, that's another thing. They don't give me a desktop computer, just a laptop. But it has almost no entertainment value (haha), I decided to bring my own laptop. I installed a few mindless games in it, like Feeding Frenzy 2 and Grand Theft Auto. They help killing time when I wait for something to do. It happens a lot. I finish a work at 2 pm and may have nothing else to do until they give me another one at 7.30 pm or something.

Yep. It means a lot of trips to the building lobby for a frozen yogurt, bubble tea or frappucino. Or to the mall across the street. Not so good for my wallet.

There's a rumor some office rooms will be switched though. The room I currently occupy is originally meant for a partner or at least a mid level associate. One person room. Us lowly interns are usually placed in a bigger room but occupied by 3 other people, who may or may not includes a grumpy older paralegal lady who often shushes us if we don't talk in a whisper and brings non dry foods which smell reeks everywhere.

I may be lucky after all.

How do you handle older grumpy office mates?

The Preppy Mafia

Kind gestures from people made me all gushy. You know this.

In blogosphere this week, they came from Carina. She's one of my most treasured bloggy girlies all the way from Norway and a major sweet heart. She gave me an award here, saying things that made me aww-ing like a dork. Yet I haven't been an awesome friend and reciprocated. So to end this week with a bang, here's a meme goodness for you guys.

The Preppy Mafia Award

1. Who is your style icon?
This is hard since I've seen a lot of celebrities and people in real life whose style I admire but if I have to choose, it would be Olivia Palermo and Whitney Port. Their whole busy, active, yet very chic 20-something city girl styles are so inspiring.



2. Which is your favorite socialite book?
So far I haven't found any books written by socialites I actually like. I mean I know Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie supposedly "wrote" books but they just made me giggle. If anyone knows any good books written by the ultra ritzies, I'd like a recommendation.

3. Favorite party theme?
The 40's. The 90's. Drag queen. Barbie. Any movie themed. Jell-O or foam party that leaves anyone wet and sticky in the end.

4. Go to Halloween costume.
Wig and shiny dress. You can be ANYONE. Last year I was freakin' Tila Tequila. This year I will put more effort in dressing up. Maybe a lady pirate or something. Any suggestions?


5. Extravagance you cannot live without?
High heeled shoes. The higher the better. Also my blackberry. The version of me without it would be super bitchy. It's actually kind of sad.

6. Living person you admire?
ALL of you.

7. Greatest fear(s)?
Failure, darkness, being alone, being unloved, not having my dreams come true, disappointing my family, disappointing my closest people, cockroaches, and the list goes on...

8. Traits you deplore in yourself?
Well, I kinda push myself too hard if I want something. I wear my heart on my sleeve and I tend to jump head on in everything. This makes me my own worst enemy at times, my most ruthless critic.

9. Which talent would you most love to have?
Making beats. You see, I rap and not having to hire beat makers for my songs would certainly fatten my shoe fund a little. That or dancing. I secretly wanna be that person who breaks out super cool moves on the dance floor and make people go "oooohhh". Dorky, I know.

10. Greatest achievement?
My current job. I dreamed of working there since the first year of law school and it's been a long bumpy road full of self doubting and loathing before I get it. Such a blessing.

I'm passing this award to Nikolett, Krissy, Margarita, ChinkyMel, Gracie, Sarah, Ali, Misery, Eva, Sierra, Krysten , Ashley and anyone who wants to participate on the tag. Have an awesome upcoming week!

can't make patron my bitch

You know you're old ( or getting older ) when you can't handle tequila anymore.

I seriously weep inside.

Last night was beyond insane and leaving me in one of the worst hangovers in the century. I barely remember the last time I was in this state. Probably during my Bali trip with my high school friends a bunch of years ago, involving 5 pitchers of sangria and throwing up in the street. Classy.

I vowed to be a chic drinker ever since.

I wasn't last night.


It was super fun though. I had been feeling unwell all day and pissed because my blackberry acted up. A drink or two would be most welcomed.

At first it was pretty chill. I went out with my office mates for post work drinks at The Apartment. Cocktails, wine, beer, pretty safe stuff. Then my boy picked me up to attend his friend's bachelorette party in Equinox and that's when the madness began.

I barely sat down and wear the glow-in-the-dark bachelorette party attributes ( bracelet, ring that can't stop blinking, glittery fairy wand ) when someone handed me a tequila shot. Burned my throat at once.

Then a waiter fixed me a drink and before I finished drinking it, he fixed me another one.

I danced, another shot.

I sat, another glass.

We all took a bunch of fun pictures and then a friend tried to pour vodka straight from the bottle down my throat. More dancing going on and hey, everybody should do some more shots.

Then I kinda forgot what happened because the next thing I know, I was throwing up in the bathroom of a late night Chinese eatery. Went home, blacked out, woke up smelling awesome.

I remember drinking shots and shots of tequila and feeling fine...5 years ago.

Ugh.





ps. I'm not accepting reality so I'll blame my easily drunk state on exhaustion from weekdays activities. Please tell me that makes sense.