pervert shows

I’ve heard from a friend that ‘lord of dance’ is so hot nowadays… and as I quote him, it’s ‘so addictive’… is it really? With the word ‘shower time’ or whatever it is, my brain assumed it’s a show where naked guys taking shower sexily with oohh and aahh down to a sexy progressive music where the audience could dance along whilst aroused by the sexy naked guys taking shower. I have to say, I will never say no to that! It’s just too bad that fpi wont allow any of that, and even if they do, you can only imagine the tax bill one club has to pay in order to perform such shows. Although, I’ve heard of one club, Alexis, which has similar type show according to one close friend of mine. She said that on special events, they perform a live sex show between, of course, a man and a woman doing foreplay with sexy oily skin mixed with sweats all over their body on a glass box reminisced of an aquarium. Sadly… When Mr. Happy breaching towards Mrs. Cheerful, the lights out and it’s time for sexy naked dancers (woman of course… sigh). Half naked shows are more popular in this munafik country. Let’s take my favorite club for example. Half naked woman shows are simply the main daily menu that filthy old horny bastards hunger for. The women danced to a song and at précised moment they tangled their lingerie slowly in consistent with the melodies. I have to say, some of them got great boobies. But for most, their doctors should get an E for bad transplants. 4 dancers perform simultaneously on a round stage and market their kiss and faux-affections in exchange of bonuses. Audiences are allowed to pick one of their favorites for a lap dance and one shot of red tequila mouth to mouth. Cost them only a hundred and twenty per shots including their sexy topless dancer dancing around their lap deliberately intended to fashion a hard on just so that he will booked her for a night out after the show (ka ching.. she’s makin money). Another scene at the only gay bar in Jakarta, Heaven. Average type body hunk, half naked with oil (it’s a must), dancing duet with other average type body hottie touching each other as if they’re doing foreplay (but with underwear… pleaseee…) that guarantee a hard on for their audiences. I never personally see it (then again… I rarely go there. Not such a nice place and music they got), but a friend have informed me that on special events, their go-go boys danced til naked with their wee-wee hanging and swinging. Ahhh… lust… passion… desire… they’re all over now and yet… nobody’s there to share the rage of getting physical with emotional attached on the side. What’s left is someone purposely for merely sexual… Well, I guess that’ll do! ☺

Lots of Love!

naive me...

Should I check my self into the naïve or stupid box for believing in chat rooms? And I have to add… chatting on yahoo messenger with stranger I don’t even know let alone long distance! I may have been loved with sugary words and fonts and dirty cam shows that has led me to bad sleep hours, sold myself on cam showing dirty things also, and the worst… Surrendered my heart… to someone I barely know (ow, that’s just tacky). Should I say that from now on, I’m never going to chat on those chat rooms ever again and talk with strangers overseas (I could be that cynical).

Naïve me… sigh… nahhh… stupid me.

Anyway... That’s just an opening of my life today… continuing on sharing every bit of my life…

Last night, we’re supposedly going to sun city for Tere had invited us all to go there. But then, my sister told me to accompany her to her shop today because she has to deliver some cables to her client. She told me that we’ll be back around 3 pm, so I said yes (usually she’d be heading back around 4 pm, and 4 pm road is just disgustingly jammed! Never I said yes to a 4 pm road back home). So… for the cause of waking up early to go to the shop, we had to say no to Tere and the drunken gang. 4 o’clock and still can’t sleep; it’s so not me to go offline. Went online and checking couple mails and suddenly it’s 6.30 am! Will not miss ciggy time…. :D

Am now outside and inhaling the heavenly cancer-cause cigs and sipping morning coke (not the best morning drink I have to say). Tonight another plan going to the favorite club.. yay… it should be fun tonight for I have thought of a guy to asked along. Well… a friend of mine that’s not yet introduced to me and I think it’s the right time for the fix up.

Ow… just illegally download from a friends CD! A great progressive compilation! Including stoop it, fly away, el ritmo, rusty guitar and lots more! Kewl!

Lots of Love!

Chinese New Year

First of all, I would like to say happy Chinese New Year to ya’ll! And it has been a great one this year, not because of the angpao I was getting, but more of experience I acquired. And beside, according to Chinese horoscope, this is my year, which is the year of rat. And many many magazines have said that this year is great for me (not that I believe of any of that, but how I hope so).

And so, last Thursday was the first day of Chinese New Year and visiting relatives is on the menu. I visited like 3 houses and sitting on the very back seat of the car is making me dizzy (for the trip to one house takes like half an hour). I was wearing my ‘voulez vous touché moi pistol’ polo and jeans completed with my semi-formal fake LV. At every stop, I ate the food they’re making, and that’s how my jeans button was popped out and haven’t fixed it since. The night, we went to one usual club and drunk ourselves out. I touched the point where I’m seeing things that beyond any explanations. Like one of my friends face is suddenly looked very old with wrinkles on her face. Not only me, my sister said she saw a headless man holding a shirt, a granny sitting next to my friend, and a little kid standing next to the railing. And another friend also told me that my face was bloated. But still, fun was all over the place that night. The symptoms were saying that we’re all having a paranoia syndrome for we’re all too high.

Friday night we went again. A friend, Tere, invited us for her friends Chinese New Year party at the hottest and most expensive karaoke in town, Sun City. The interior of the karaoke room was fantastically European ambiance. With Michael Angelo’s paintings on the ceiling and renaissance furniture all over the place, the place couldn’t go anywhere wrong. They almost made me stripped on the stage. Thank god I still have human sense of decency that stopped me from taking all my clothes off, unlike my dance opponent that took his clothes off, showing his very round belly (looked so bitchy and gay, and he took advantage of my drunkenness, he kissed me! Shoot!). My brother in law saw me almost too drunk he gave me H5 just to lower the liquor level on my liver. We left the place around 4 am and went to Bun Ong after.

Last Saturday was the big event at the usual club we planned from weeks before. Should’ve start with karaoke at around 7 pm, instead, waiting for my sister touched up her make up we arrived at 10 pm. The night went ok, just not as good as last Thursday when we’re on the sofa. The people in that room was all just seems too individualistic. The ambiance was all wrong despite the fact that one of my friend almost over dosed! Thanked god that he did not! He went home right after he’s a bit sober and safely home for all we know. We all know that Tere is all about betting. That night she betted a lot! She told primus and me that if we kiss together for 10 minutes, she’d be giving us 1 mil. Of course there was no bet made between her, primus and me, 10 minutes is too long for a kiss! But she’s fun. :D. she’s also really like to give people a lap-drink as we said, it’s when she’s forcibly give a shot of Martell by sitting on your lap. Dang you Tere! ☺

Through all the fun I had the last couple of days, I did missed someone…

Lots of Love!

morning entry with filthy ciggy

Opening a new business in Jakarta is not as easy as it sounds. Especially if you have to start from zero. Unlike any other rich man’s son who can inherit their fathers business and start from CEO to head of CEO if there’s any, I had none to inherit (seeing that my father possessed not one building residing at the center of Jakarta). I’m not saying that no business my fathers running through his days is dead, but then, there’s always my brother and sisters to continue his work (and not my field I might add). That’s why, as the last son and the person who don’t know a thing about electricity, I’m not putting my hands on it. Luckily, my mother gave birth to her 5th child with a set of creative and talented brain. Unlucky for her, there’s always a catch. Being gay is one of them. Then again, creative, cute and fashionable has always linked to gay-ish attitude for guys (wow, cute is a strong word and I used it to portray a bobby? How certain…). Being creative has made me of who I am now. Not me whose income is based on uncertain freelance jobs, but me whose certain of that one-day where I’ll rise to become someone.

It’s 7.44 am now, with parents out on their morning walk, I’m free downstairs to smoke this filthy cigarettes and drink gassy coca-cola. I’m not sure if people allowed drinking soft drinks in the morning, but they sure taste good. I was supposed to sleep around 6 am. After half an hour trying, I decided to go downstairs and go online again. Apak’s not around. Feeling a little sleepy now, but 10 is the hour when all my sisters planned to go to mangga dua. Better wait if I want to go. Well… I’m in no position of going to mangga dua actually. First of all, I just went there like 3 days ago? Then I’m tired facing the crowds (considering that it’s Sunday and mangga dua is unquestionably full of crowds bargaining for cheaper price). And I don’t have anything in mind that I want to buy. But… The fear of facing home alone the whole day wiped that whole ‘mangga dua? I don’t think so!’ away. So yes, it’s now 8 and still 2 hours to go. I can handle 2 hours! Duh! Just have to buy a Kratingdaeng to pump this deadbeat body of mine.

Actually… I do need to talk about something about someone here in this blog of mine. But don’t you all think that it’s unfair for me to talk about that someone when I know that that someone read all my posts religiously? Yea… think so too! So, lets just keep it inside. ;-P

Lots of Love!

no one...

It’s been a while since Jakarta is pouring rain so hard like today. And it doesn’t stop my mother to energetically renovate the upstairs living room. Four helps, eight hands turned out is not enough for her that she also need my smooth hands (which now, not so much). So, just after sending my nephews to their playgroup, I was asked to go upstairs and clean the filthy mess that my sister made. With her room being renovated, some of her stuff is being put in the living room while the rest is sitting messily in my room. Dust is all over the living room. Not expecting my sister to clean her own mess, my mother forcibly asked me to cleaned it. A good son I am, I cleaned it without complaining. My level of temper back then is in moderate position, until I saw my sister sitting downstairs watching ‘cinta fitri’ (a supposedly prominent TV series in Indonesia). Tossed a tampon off my hands, I went downstairs and yelled, then back to my room. Goddarn, I had a room of my own to clean and she’s just resting with chitato on one hand and remote on the other! That is just so her. My room is still a mess now for her stuff is still in here and she’s in the next door, cleaning her room with of course… help. Uh uh, am not helping her now. She did ask my opinion on how about re-designing her room. Well, with a lot of her stuff, can’t say much except to not letting her buy another furniture.

The rain is still pouring as I glanced over my windows. Dark skies have always made me feel so blue. And today, perhaps it’s even worse. Can’t say why, don’t think I even know why. Listening to upbeat songs of Britney Spears does not wipe away anything. Should I open my cart of pink poster paint and paint it over? Should I go out to OC café and feel the ocean breeze with a glass of iced lemon tea and a plate of burger for only Rp. 8000,-? Nahh… I think I’m better off here, in my room, listening to Mulan Jameela latest song (kinda getting bored tho). In a way, I think the rain has held me captive in my own room. Tired of going anywhere. Anyway I don’t really like walking through puddles, my white sandal won’t allow me…

When the rain is pouring down
And my heart is hurting
You will always be around
This I know for certain

You and me together
Through the days and nights
I don't worry 'cause
Everything's going to be alright
People keep talking they can say what they like
But all i know is everything's going to be alright

No one, no one, no one….
Can get in the way of what I’m feeling
No one, no one, no one….
Can get in the way of what I feel for you

Dang! Why the iTunes played this song! If my feeling is a bruise, maybe the color has changed into purplish blue.

Otakmu seksi, itu terbukti, dari caramu memikirkan aku
Matamu seksi, itu terbukti, dari caramu menatap aku

Aku seperti ada di dalam penjara… cintaaaa mu

Kamulah makhluk tuhan, yang tercipta, yang paling seksi
Cuma kamu yang bisa.. membuatku terus menjerit
Aw aw aw.. uh uh uh

Yay yay… Mulan Jameela (and not a dangdut singer people!)

It is now 11.26 pm, I’m Bobby Eddy Usmady, signing off… see you again fellas!

Lots of Love!