Not-So-Secret Service

“I don’t get why the secret service is called ‘secret service’. To me, standing behind the president all the time to be seen by lots of people doesn’t seem like a secret”
“Well…”
“I mean, come on.  They all wear the same suits, same sunglasses, same earpieces… they are nowhere near secretive”
“Well they are not secretive.  Their missions are”
“Whatever, I think they should be named something else.  Say ‘President’s Guards’ or something.  That’s at least what our country does rightly”
“In general, they are doing something secretive.  Thus the secret service”
“Okay, what do those guys do.  Tell me.”
“Protect the president”
“You know that?  I thought it was supposed to be a secret mission!”
“Baby, I gotta pee.”

And so he made a beeline to the toilet, and I was there, now thinking about how those secret service guys should act, if they wanna pee during their guarding session.

All this because of watching Vantage Point.  Brilliant storytelling, very simple story, a bit boring in the middle but a hell lot of action.

Loved it!

Hey Stranger

Scene:

Almost-empty bar, chill out music, excellent lighting

Drinks:

Famous house cocktail, vanilla vodka and sprite on the rocks add the cherry

Cast:

A guy and a girl

Feeling:

Mutually in love, very grown-up

Conclusion:

We should do this more often, Be.  Just you and me.  Talking over cocktail and pretend we just met.

Thought:

Maybe this is how Samantha feels when she played those silly games with Smith.  HA!

I Hate Meetings

In my professional life, there is one thing I hate the most and that is whenever somebody says:

“Meeting!”

It’s annoying how one should leave whatever he or she doing just to go into a room full of people, talking about stuff that usually bores us to the bone where we ended up sending prank text messages to other people or doodle the bosses’ faces in their notebooks to overcome the boredom.  I mean seriously.  I hate meetings.

Idle On Idol

Yawn.

Lovin’ David Cook’s Billy Jean.  Great arrangement.  Michael Jackson would be pissed, but I like it.

As for the rest… good luck to Chickeze and to hell with Kristy Lee Cook’s sad sad attempt to win sympathy, although her twang helped her last night.  At least she didn’t ruin the song like she did the Beatles’.

Whatever.

Today’s Riddle

“Who are they gonna sacrifice next?”

First it was Hernandez.  Now Overmyer.

Will it be Smithson?  Will it be White?  God forbid it’ll be Archuleta.  Castro might survive, Johns… maybe.  Mercado was there once, so no guarantee she’ll be safe in the future.  Malubay sucks when the tempo picks up, but she’s prolly gonna be safe as long as she quits wearing those icky mom jeans -the height this week is outrageous.  Eze… well the show has to have a brother until like… top 5, so he’s prolly safe for the time being.   Cook knows he’s awesome and a lot of people probably do too.  His cockiness reminded me of our very own Ahmad Dhani.  Wait, his face too.  Well whatever, he’s gonna be safe, methinks.

So there Kristy Lee Cook, feel free to choose your next protective shield and keep on ruining great songs.  From the way things are rolling right now, I’d say if you keep doing that… you’ll make it to the top 3.  And you’ll make history too.

As the first ever Idol with absolutely no talent.

Have a great daaayyy 😀

TWICE People. TWICE!

Obviously after what had happened last week I’m not gonna even try to predict who’s gonna be eliminated next in American Idol because hey, it’s a part popularity contest anyway. However, I haven’t given up on the show yet. I don’t want to comment on the contestants’ performances because Archuleta clearly made sure nobody else gets the praise of “Master Class” from Cowell. So let’s just leave it at that.

There is one thing to note, though.

Cowell winked twice to Seacrest this week and the buzz about it is all over the internet. Ain’t gonna share any links. Just get your lazy asses to Google.

Well he can wink all he wants, but I’m still with one of those ladies attending his sign-making class -said ‘probably jealous’ Seacrest-.

I still think Cowell is sexy. He’s my next Clooney.

*newly added:

Oh yeah, I almost forgot about Kristy’s threat to “blow Cowell out of his socks”.  You better watch it, sweetheart.  As if ruining two Beatles songs two weeks in a row isn’t enough, you’re trying to blow and take my Brit away from me?  Ahahaha… I’m so ready to give you a wedgie, country girl.  It’s bad enough I’m sharing  Cowell with Seacrest.

HAHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUAUHAUHUA!

I Heart Bandung

I’m writing this from the posh Hyatt Regency Bandung hotel room where the broadband connection costs an stupid ridiculous $15 per-24 hour.  Or was it $50?  Whatever.

When I was still a student at ITB, everytime I pass this hotel, I used to say to my friends: “Hey, one day I’m gonna come back here and stay THERE. I’m done with crappy kos-kosan and stuff.”

And now I’m here. Although on a business trip, it’s still the same. I’m here. I thought it was gonna feel different, but it’s really not. Bandung still looks and feels the same as twelve years ago when I first set foot in this charming town. Yesterday I went to Bandung Indah Plaza, and although things changed there, I can still see me and my best friends shopping for groceries at Yogya Supermarket -which to my amazement has not lost its customers to the supposedly bigger and better Hypermart downstairs-.

Bye Senor Hernandez…

… and I still think that dumb blonde Kristy whateversomethingyadayada should be the one going home.
Seriously thinking of boycotting the show until the bitch who ruined 8 Days A Week gets eliminated.

And whoever voted for her…

… clearly you guys should try to buy a one way ticket to Indonesia and watch AFI or SUPER MAMA instead, because you all seem to like CRAP.
Morons.

Lovin LDN

Riding through the city on my bike all day
Cause the filth took away my license
It doesn’t get me down and I feel OK
Cause the sights that I’m seeing are priceless

Everything seems to look as it should
But I wonder what goes on behind doors
A fella looking dapper, but he’s sitting with a slapper
Then I see it’s a pimp and his crack whore

You might laugh you might frown
Walkin’ round London town

Sun is in the sky oh why oh why ?
Would I wanna be anywhere else
Sun is in the sky oh why oh why ?
Would I wanna be anywhere else

When you look with your eyes
Everything seems nice
But if you look twice
You can see it’s all lies

There was a little old lady, who was walking down the road
She was struggling with bags from Tesco
There were people from the city having lunch in the park
I believe that it’s called al fresco

Then a kid came along to offer a hand
But before she had time to accept it
Hits her over the head, doesn’t care if she’s dead
Cause he’s got all her jewelery and wallet

Life, yeah that’s city life, yeah that’s city life, yeah that’s city life

LDN – Lily Allen 

Four-Leaf For Me

And because I think crossing fingers is so yesterday, I think one of these in my pocket won’t hurt tomorrow.

Hello Ma’am, I’m borrowing the four-leaf clover from your blog.  Hope you don’t mind.  I really need it.

Thank you 🙂