what's on our telly?

i could sit in the hotel room and watch tv all day. really. not that all their programmes are so interesting. most of them are just so ridiculous that you cant help but gape at the screen.

there's this reality show (being the freak that i am, i found myself loss for words) about ppl who have been curse upon some black magic (u know indons!) write to the show asking for help shooing away the satan and evil forces. the team consist of, like half a dozen men in white robes and serban and performing anti devil ritual. what we get to see is five men fighting hard, going all pale and sweaty- and in some cases get posessed against something invisible. funny? no quite. creepy? yes. its a long ritual very scary when they're all huffing and puffing away and it ends with them stuffing something inside a glass bottle. oh, the sixth guy of the team is the commentator since he can see things. he goes like 'awas! dari atas!!' and those guys scramble against something from above. this guy also stands beside them and sketches what the evils spirits look like. he ends up with 2 potraits. one, a fireball. two, a woman with long hair whose half side of the face is really ugly.
i hope they dont send the bottle for recycling.

and lucky them..they have many indonesian version of reality tv including fear factor, joe millionaire (tho he's a bit lame) and one of my favourites..



isnt part of the fun having donald trump on the show? i guess if you cant have a guy with bad hair you might as well have a guy with no hair! tee hee.

anyways, talking about reality tv shows, i watched an interview with armand of gigi. he apparently was approached by mark burnett (survivor,apprentice,contender) to star in this new reality show called rock star about the search for the ultimate frontman of the band INXS. wow!

and we watched that dude of that peterpan who married the chick already pregnant with his child. shame! speaking of peterpan, they were the opening act of the spin doctors concert held in jakarta while we were there. 11,000 tickets were sold out and the crowd seemed pretty promising. after peterpan did their opening act consisting of five tracks, they left and so did the crowd. spin doctors were left with a crowd of no more than a thousand people. whatta shame! interesting innit how indonesian appreciate their local music? ever seen what it's like here in our country? the opening act almost always gets booed by the crowd and shooed off stage. and kris dayanti is so not hot over there, thats why she keeps coming here.

kl-jakarta-bandung-jogjakarta-kl !

back at work. back home again once more. sometimes i fail to see which part of 'holiday' is the one that allows you to relax and unwind. holidays for me - especially when my mom is around is all about covering as much places as possible and experiencing everything about the country. which explains why in a span of twelve days we were in 5 hotels, three states and two nights in on the road in our pak supir's van. extremely exhausting and draining. came home not rejuvenated. just craving for my bed and my own toilet seat. we had the essentials for the ultimate indonesian holiday. a 'pak supir' who was funny and had never eaten pizza hut in his entire life and native speaker for bargaining purposes (our indonesian 2nd cousin). top five highlights: 1. street perfomers with guitars at traffic lights whom all suspiciously sound like peterpan. 2. shopping in bandung. found out it was 64 times waay better than jakarta! whoa! 3. volcano hot jacuzzi. where the ratio of male to female was 8:1. mostly young guys on roadtrips. 4. drooling over marcel on tv and then running into him minutes later at MNG bandung mall. 5. 21 jakarta. a place to watch the lastest indonesian flicks. awesome!

downside:

1. the food. 7/8 got food poisoning. even pak supir. how much nasi padang can a person take? and they serve chicken with heads intact. imagine. ayam tengah lelap mata. yucky!

2. the toilets. food poisoning=diarrhoea. the public toilets are horrible. geli laaa!!!! a mall that has a guess? outlet apparently still uses jamban jirus. wtf?

3. 8/10 times the mall is playing siti nurhaliza.

4. only the rich eat at McD's. and i wouldnt either if i stayed there. a single value meal will set you back by RM17! and thats for a medium sized meal. equivalent if you had a setlunch at TGIF KL.

5. observing the state of poverty. a ride around town on a trishaw half a day cost you Rp 2000. which is 90 cents. really. what do your kids eat? even an icecream cost Rp 4000. half a days work and you cant even afford an ice-cream.

D writes, the things you do when your partner is not around... no, nothing like that.

it has been a week since S went to Jakarta. missing her badly and i have been dying of boredom...

so here are few things, shocking things (not really...) i did when she left me here high and dry, come undone.

1. took my first two-days annual leave ever since 5 months ago
2. had my hair trimmed and did side parting since i can't tie them anymore
3. had heavy meditation and resigned from my job
4. went to zouk for the first time ever... i know sad isn't it?

well, that's all... i guess. hehe.
no, that's all and no, nothing like that...

damp spirits

two days left. just when i thought yay! im gonna 'ave a wicked holiday having a blast and shop til dad drops, the worst happened..

application for holidays : check
airplane tix : check
hotel reservations : check
toofbrush : check
passport : check....*f**k* passports expired! theres only five months left of the validity date.OMG!!!

tensionyeee..isk.. how now brown cow? if they perform as they say they would then i would still be on my way come thursday. if its all a lotta bull then i'll be sending the entire troop to KLIA and drive home sadly to an empty house. how much fun is that? not that i can elope to thailand with my bf since i dont have a passport! arghh..!

need this break badly (ok.maybe not as bad as D needs a break). ive been working so so hard (liar!) and did really well in school and now i have to leave the country for a peace of mind...*sigh* (sorry for being a drama queen!)

nuff of the sick sad stories. :(

upscale. nothing worth mentioning. decided i didnt want to be called babe by my other half anymore. apparently after seeing him around his buddies, thats what he addresses them. all of them. how about that for the feeling of exclusivity? so he said he'd switch to honey. honey once, honey twice. STOP! i forgot the ex's name was hani. heavy. i'd rather share it with 64 other guys then with a chick he use to shag. damn!

tired. thirsty. sleepy. frustrated incorporated.

caution! info you'd be better off without

OMG!
while browsing, i came across this piece of ridiculously detailed information. yes, i am aware that sex burns calories but get real! this dude actually has it down till how much calories you burn by each sound that you make. aiyo.

Positions
Man on top, woman on bottom (facing each other) : 20 calories
Woman on top, man on bottom : 25 calories (Many women find that in addition to its inherent sexual possibilities, this position affords a better view of the clock.)
From the rear (Mysterious variation) : 40 1/2 calories
Standing
- Both partners of equal height : 18 calories
- Woman 1 foot taller than a man : 90 calories (The man will have to make several rigorous leaps into the air in order to achieve even minimal satisfaction.)
- While in traction : 124 calories
Locations
On a bar stool : 20 calories
Rear of a Honda Civic : 38 calories
In a phone booth
- Standing : 14 calories
- Lying down : 274 calories
On an airliner
- Aisle seat : 24 calories
- Middle seat : 42 calories
- Window seat : 30 calories
- In the lavatory : 100 calories
Sex Related Noises
Short gasps (per gasp) : 3 calories
Wheezing : 5 calories
Squeals : 4 calories
Ecstatic moaning : 11 calories
Low growling : 8 calories
Squishing : 10 calories
Shouting : 16 calories
Screaming : 22 calories
Any short speech giving partner directions : 25 calories
(”Please don’t stop,” “Faster,” “Just a little more” are common examples)
AND PRESENTING A VALUABLE BIT OF INFO TO ALL FEMALES OUT THERE
OrgasmReal : 27 calories
Faked : 160 calories (!)

So anyone interested in losing weight? Fake it! The more the better.