TMI Thursday : Can I Get a "Chivas"?

WARNING : This post can be really disgusting for some people. I suggest you not reading it while eating or drinking unless you have high tolerance for grossness. WHADDUP!

So I've mentioned a lot that aside of being a rapper and build my music career, I'm also a part of this awesome event organizer in the city, D'Makaveli. It's also my management and we make events and parties. GREAT parties. One thing I haven't really mentioned is how all of them are men. Sure they hang with girls outside of the crew but basically beside me, it's an all-men group.

One of the guys there is O. He's also a rapper, and a really crazy and fun guy. The guys hang a lot at O's house. It's like a base camp, or a frat house where people just stay and never leave. They can sleep over for days or weeks in a row. I go there from time to time too.

So naturally with a lot of guys staying in one place, boys stuff happen. Leaving things all over the place, pillows or blankets scattered all over the room, guys not showering and smelling like sweats, trash talk consists of references on private parts, pulling pranks on each other and oh, not flushing the toilet. I wanted to pee once and saw someone hadn't flushed after he peed. As a total girly girl, I stormed off after screaming 'EWW'. According to them, it's still pretty tame. Usually 'something else' can be found floating in the toilet bowl.

But that, my lovelies, isn't the juiciest TMI part of the story.

O told me the other day that he's often annoyed because the guys polish his fridge content all the time. If you put any kind of food or drink in there, best believe they'll be gone at some point. A few weeks ago, he's really pissed because someone finished his favorite energy drink after he went home from gym and looked forward to drink it. So he thought of a brilliant payback : setting all sorts of traps in the fridge.

At first I didn't know what that mean but then another Makaveli guys, R, told me the full story.

A few weeks ago, the guys were hanging out as usual. There's this guy, let's call him Mike ( because I don't wanna get killed if he reads this ), who was thirsty. He opened the fridge and found half-empty bottle of Chivas. Score! Wanting to get some alcohol in the system, he took a few sips straight from the bottle but quickly put it down afterward.

"Dude!" He called out to R. "Why does the chivas taste really bitter, man?"

He looked at the bottle and sniffed it. "It kinda smells weird too!"

R, sensing someone's officially getting punk'd, got up and examined the bottle. He was laughing like crazy shortly after, "Mike, I think you just drank O's pee!"

"WHAT? Hell no. It can't be pee," Mike looked bewildered.

"Let's try pouring it in a glass then!" said R, wanting to prove his point.

So they poured it and there it was. Clear as a yellow-ish water. Pee-vas Regal.

I'm not taking anything out of that fridge no matter how hungry or thirsty I am, unless everyone's eating / drinking it. That's all I'm saying.

For other awesomely vomit-inducing TMI stories, check out Lilu's blog.

Preach! Preach!

Since I know a lot of you are writers ( at least a lot of you write blogs, right? ), I'm sure you know already about the power of writing. How it can bend and shape people's opinions in so many ways, affect how they see things in general. You know the drill.

So I'm sure you know even the tiniest written information can end up owning your ass.

Which is why I really don't appreciate writers who exaggerate stuff so much, it leaves out the essence of truth in their paragraphs. Don't get me wrong, I know how interesting writing needs a bit of exaggeration, especially if you write blogs, magazine articles, gossip columns, etc. But how much exaggeration is acceptable, that is the question.

I guess I never really thought a lot about this subject before, since I always enjoy reading witty and interesting pieces in websites / magazines/ newspapers. Until they're about me.

In one of my old blog posts earlier this year, I wrote about being featured and interviewed in one of the leading newspapers here in Indonesia. I was really flattered and happy at first, awesome media to promote my music. But then one of the paragraphs stated how I'm one of the best students of the best law school in the country. I loudly went, "F*CK. ME.", while I was reading it in a book store, making some people around me stared and gave me this perverted smirks also an old woman rapidly made the sign of the cross on her chest. Nice.

I'll tell you why: I do go to the best law school, I'm certainly NOT one of the best students. I NEVER SAID THAT.

I'm not stupid or anything, but I'm average and not gonna deny it. I'm not one of those lawbots who study all the time and graduate in 3 and a half years with perfect GPA's and early acceptance to the most prestigious law firms in the city. I passed the 4 year mark. School is not the only priority for me so I don't have the energy to really excel at it like that. Telling me I'm one of those kids, especially when I NEVER SAID THAT, is wrong.

This may not be a big deal to you but it's huge for me. You know how I felt then when I meet my fellow class mates or seniors? Those who clearly how I didn't even have a perfect attendance record and skipped a lot.

It's embarrassing!!!

I certainly can't find out who else have read it since it's that big. The papers were distributed everywhere. My mom's employees read it, my uncles and aunts read it, my friends in different cities read it, and oh, MY PROFESSORS AND DEANS READ IT.

And mostly these people, when they read articles about a certain person and they sense some information isn't true, they don't blame the writers. They blame the person and assume him or her giving that false information or lie to make him or her look good!!!

And to state the obvious, these knowledge on the subject remain forever. Say I read an article about Tila Tequila and spot a sentence where she appeared to be a sweet, innocent, virgin who's not out there to be a man-eater OR attention whore. I would probably go crazy from laughing too much. I wouldn't stop to think it's the mistake of the writer. I would forever directly point my finger to Tila Tequila herself for saying such travesty. "What a sick psychotic liar!" would be my reaction.

Certified Psycho, nawamsayin?

Although in most cases of Tila Tequila, she really did say those crazy stuff herself. Twitter said a lot about a person.

Anyhoo, where was I? Yeah, I don't want people to think of me like a loser who'd say anything to get attention and make herself look good. I write about this incident again now because when I went to see my thesis advisor the other day, he said, "I read an article about you in *censored*. It said you're one of our straight-A students."

I haven't felt like I wanted to shoot myself in the head so much in a while.

Moral story : Be careful of what you write. Get your facts straight, especially if it's about other people. Blah-blah. That is all.

Sunday Lovelist #29

This past week has been a mixture of ups and downs. I know I've hinted it from time to time. So many things to do and so many things happened, let's just say I'm riding an emotional roller coaster and it's harder to hold on lately.

Geez, emo much? *insert Dashboard Confessional's sappy track here*

Time to put a smile around here and remind myself of the things I love this week. Here they are, in no particular order :

1. Several exams done, two more to go
I think finals definitely wore me out the most. I'm in my final year with all my mandatory subjects ( my study specialty is Civil Law ) done but I still have several extra courses to do. Why on earth I thought taking a few international law classes for those would be good, I never know. I must had been possessed because they're super hard. International Organizations with all its different organs, conventions and agreements? Ew. But most of the tortures have passed, I think I can survive.

2. My OFFICIAL Website
As if it's not enough to brag about it in my previous post. It's not perfect but I just love it. SO MUCH. If you haven't checked it out, click here. You know it allows me to have a new ridiculous email address like iamndeesaster@ndeesaster.com? I'm not even kidding. You can register a new email there too, if you don't mind to have one with @ndeesaster.com in the end, of course. It allows me to have ANOTHER BLOG there too. Don't worry, only music related stuff there. You got the personal dish here.

3. Performing...and performing again!
Having booked for two gigs in final exam week is nothing short of stressful. But shows must go on and I have to be professional. Quick recap?

• The first gig of the week was last Thursday in Barcode for Block Battles. We had 8 artists including me performing. It's like a mini underground hip-hop show and it was AWESOME. The audience really appreciates hip-hop music. I performed 3 songs and was pretty high on adrenalines, jumping here and there. Approached the crowds from one side to another. I wasn't even drinking. Well I took a quick sip of mixed drinks but it's not really drinking if you don't finish half of the glass, trust me.
  
  
  

• Saturday night was Indonesian Hip-Hop Parade in Ocean Park, BSD. It's this really cool water park around an hour or so outside the city. I was scheduled to perform at 8 PM but it turned out I had to go on at 10. I wasn't really fit so waiting for a couple hours outdoor naturally gave me headaches. I met several people in the music biz I had personal problems with ( BEEF, in the 'lingo' ). So many tensions. But I tried to keep calm and collected and got up the stage with the talented Indo rapper, Herdi Oflo. Overall, it went pretty smooth but I didn't think it's my best performance. Which is why I don't know why people told me it was great / dope / sick or whatever, although I do appreciate them for saying that. I still think I could do A LOT better. You know the feeling of tears well up in your eyes and euphoria flows through your body? That's how I want people to feel when they watch my show. Honest.
  
  

4. Finishing Chapter 3 of Thesis
You know what it means? One more chapter of analysis to go ( plus the conclusion, etc ) before I'm done with the thing that makes me wanna shoot myself in the head the most. I hope I can finish it fast because I need to graduate. Law school scars me. Nuff said.

5. Raoul Anniversary Party
Angga, me, Ojink, and Ronny went to Raoul anniversary party last Thursday. I'm usually not big on trunk shows because you usually have to stand around under the stares of store people pressuring you to buy stuff but this one was pretty cool. They're showcasing the spring-summer 2010 collection and some pieces were actually nice. So many beautiful people around. Swedish Bar Mafia were bartending and girls were flocking around the bar with their mini dresses and 5 inches heels. I have no comments for the 3 buff, blond, Swedish bartenderboys beside they made strong cocktails. I was peachy by 8 PM. The leggy Eastern European models, as usual, remind me of my self esteem problems but the free flow of cocktails, wine, champagnes, and canapes made it okay.

6. Bandslam
DON'T LAUGH! You know I like them trashy movies and I didn't watch it when it's out in theaters a while ago. Knowing Vanessa Hudgens and Aly Michalka in the casts, I was sure this would be a waste of time when I bought the DVD. Well, I was wrong. The beginning was pretty good with the main character being a weird music geek, living inside his head but totally in love with music. He wrote to David Bowie all the time and knew a lot about rock music and its history. When he switched school, he ended up managing a band to compete in a band slam. It was pretty cool, really, until they decided a FRIGGIN POP SONG for the competition. The guy talked about The Ramones, Patti Smith's music composition, how rock music is violated in the present time and suddenly... BAM! A sappy pop love song for the competition? I screamed "DIE" like 10 times during this part of the movie but then the story got strong again. Love the ending.



7. This song :



I know, I know. It's everything bad in today's music, degrades women, disgusting lyrics, etc but I can't help it. Pitbull has done it again. That crazy pervert! I can't get it out of my head and my body wont stop moving! I know I'm saying pretty bad stuff in Spanish right now singing his lyrics and I don't even understand it. Somebody translates the song, please? WHAT? Don't tell me you don't have guilty pleasures. LISTEN, LISTEN.

What makes you happy this week? Did you have a good weekend? Do share!

Narcissistic much?

I was totally bored and in a funk last night for personal reasons that I can't really write here. So I turned my computer on, played around with my music pages and thesis a little. Next thing I know I'm a few paragraphs away to finish chapter 3 in my thesis.

Oh, and I made my own official dot-com website.

You got that right, now Ndeesaster has an official website now aside of the regular Myspace Music page, Facebook Fan Page, and Reverbnation page. How on earth did I make that, you ask? At first I thought it's gonna be super difficult, I can't even make a wordpress blog for Taylor Lautner's sake. But Reverbnation's Site Builder is actually really friendly to use for people who are clearly so backward on technology, like me.

So check out my new website here.*

It's not super good yet or anything.** I'm thinking of adding flash intro to it ( as soon as I know how to make one! ), change the background, etcetera. But so far it's pretty decent for a musician official website. I have a mini blog, forum, guest book, and everything else installed on the website so please take a look around, fill the guest book, or email me there. I don't know, you can talk about music or you can just write stuff like "I have a slamming tushie". I wont hold that against you.

And...GO!






* Pretty please with sugar and whip cream on it?
** And it has an auto-play music player. I know some of you hate it but it's an OFFICIAL MUSIC WEBSITE. A lot of artists even great ones like Atmosphere and popular ones like Lady Gaga have it auto-played too in theirs.

Water, Coffee, Chilli!

So I told you guys last week that I went to a doctor because I was awfully sick, remember? The whole week I was moping, whining, and basically unable to do anything in bed? The doctor gave me lots of antibiotics to make me good as new again. Hence this week with finals and double gigs approaching, I'm still standing and buzzing like an energizer bunny.

However, I haven't told you about several temporary restrictions my doctor made, and they are ANNOYING. Especially with my parents treating me like a child whenever I got that sick, they made sure I do everything my doctor told me to and avoid everything she told me not to.

These may sound simple for you :

• Rest more
• Sleep more
  
• Ease up on the daily exercise
• Cut back on unhealthy junk food
• Stop drinking coffee
• Stop drinking iced water
• Cut back on dry chili and chili sauce. Stopping will be preferred.
  

Naturally, cutting back on alcohol is included but you know about my strict Asian family with its strict conservative rule already stating alcohol is the root of all sins, along with pre-marital sex, any types of low cut cleavage showing clothes, and Paris Hilton.

Anyhoo, where was I?

Okay, those restrictions may sound simple but not practical at all to me.

First, define enough rest and sleep. There are a lot of times I can't purposely make myself fall asleep unless I pop something. And all these stories of people popping sleeping pills then never wake up is just too scary to me so I wont use that method. I find myself fall asleep the easiest in class but I can't have my professors in my room every night. They don't look anything remotely near Taylor Lautner.

I can ease up on daily exercises. Lord knows my only secret to a long cardio session on the elliptical trainer is because I read your blogs using my phone while pedaling my booty off.

As for unhealthy junk food, a serving of french fries a day will always make me happy but I guess I can compromise on that.

But NO COFFEE? ICED WATER? CHILI / CHILI SAUCE?

I'm sorry, asking me to not drink coffee at all will make me mad. I know it's just temporary for my gastric problems but I usually drink 3 a day. It's hard. And why would she throw iced water into the mix? Sure it's possible for me to have sinus infection due to a lot of flu that may be caused by consumptions of cold water, but SERIOUSLY? You're talking to someone who drinks like a fish and carry a bottle or two of water everywhere and it's always cold. I get thirsty a lot. I have no idea thirst can be curbed by water in average temperature.

I wanna scream.

Don't get me started on how upset I am because I can't have chili in any form these days.

For you Non-Indonesians / Non-Asians, chili sauce for us here is definitely NOT like your kind of tabasco or barbecue sauce. The last time I went to States, I asked for chili sauce and they gave me tabasco and I wanted to slam the bottle down. No, no, tabasco is NOT SPICY. AT ALL.

This is pretty spicy! Better than tabasco or regular ketchup!

This is home-made and spicier, which I love!

Awesome, right?

I'm a major, major fan of spicy food. If you think Mexican food is spicy, they're not even NEAR the spicy level for us here in Indonesia. You wanna know how my cook here made home-made chili sauce for us?

She grabbed 5 to 6 capsicum chili above and smushed it with a bit of water and teensy bit of salt. And I eat it just like that with fried tofus or a cucumber. That's how we Indos do it. Loud and proud. You guys should try.

Does anyone have annoying doctor orders as well that you wanna share?