Smokin Hot Cobra's Concert on JKT

Tonight, Cobra Starship's concert was fvckin awesome. Gabe, as usual, looked smokin hot in his sweatshirt and blue jeans, while the rest, well the rest were lookin great too!

The first act, appereantly was by Candy. If you have no idea who the hell he is, let me tell you that he's a cute frog-headed guy with sick dance moves. After his suprising appereance, the crowd, we, have to wait a while for Cobra to actually showed up onstage.

(Then suddenly the lights went out)

AND THEN THE ONE AND ONLY, COBRA STARSHIP, GET IN, SINGIN THE CITY IS AT WAR. And I'm goin nuts! WOW! Seriously, Cobra Starship is one smexeeey band! And they're all cool and funny too. Tonight is definitely going to be one of my best night ever!

The song list was : 1)The City is at War 2)Smash It Up 3)Nice Guys Finish Last 4)Kiss My Sass 5)My Moves Are White (White Hot, That Is) 6)Summer Time 7) 8) 9)Smile For the Paparazzi 10)Snakes on the Plane 11)Hot Mess 12)Guilty Pleasure. And last song was Good Girl Gone Bad, wooohooooooo!

(I forgot what was their 7th and 8th song. But addin up the list, they, (mmh actually it was only Danny and Gabe) sang some Hollaback Boy! Yumm, i love that song, but it was only an intro plus a reff, too bad, HA!)

Anyway, there was this funny moment(s) when they all say AAKKU CINNTYYU JAKARTAAAA. I dont know how their translator taught them, but that's pretty funny how they said it. A lil bit of Cincau Laura. Cin as in chin but Ta as in two. Alex said that a lot and we all just went wild.

Okay, this one is funnier; alex said TERRIMA KASSIIH CYYYIN. Oh my god, he made us laughed like kids in kindergarten. We would never expect him saying that. The CYYYYIN thing, oh-my-god, you nailed it, Alex! Anyway, Alex said that a lot too and everytime he said that we all burst into laughter. I guess this kinda made Gabe suspicious. Then he told Alex he sounded really gay when he said that and that what might triggered our laughter. Too bad after Gabe said that we never hear any CYYYIN again. Shitty.

And just so you knooooow, before singin Smile to the Paparazzi, Alex, yes, Alex, he told us to GOYYYANNGKEEUN PINGGULMUUUU. OMFG! He practically stole my heart that night!
Overall, Cobra killed it. Well, I might exaggerated a bit since i'm a big fan of them since highschool. But really, they're all pretty cool (yeah, like i know them personally), and their music, well, i just like it a lot. Anyway, i'll post some video later

Anyway, enjoy a special treat. Fangs up, and I'm out!

Same old, same old: Me and marching band

Long time no post! Well, i got nothing much to post anyway.

Truth is, i spent the whole last week at kostan (dormitory, -D). I have a very thight schedule for this semester, so there's barely time (and energy) for me to go home. And at kostan, hmm i don't really have any internet connection since i kind of accidentally sunk my modem onto the water. Well, shitty.
I've been really busy with some final tasks for this semester and also the marching thingy really takes my time. I felt so very tired 'cause basically, i dont get enough sleep. My days kinda go like this; I attend classes from about 10 am to 4, then i go to the marching practice that held from 4 to 9. (It's said to end at 8 but it's actually until 9 pm). And, (duh!) after that i stay all night studying and doing my homeworks. I usually stay until midnight, but for some extra tasks I limit myself to 2 in the morning. Then i go to bed, but unfortunately i have to be awake by 6 to do my prayer. And yesss, fellas, there goes my mondays to fridays, generally. And at saturdays (oh, saturdays are just WAAAY MORE exhausting), I have to attend practice (marching practice) from 10 am to 6 pm (8 EFFING HOURS! Shitty!). I'm not saying that i dont like it, but i found myself not really fond of it. I mean, come on, 8 hours? Yeah you guys want perfection, but we already have our 4-hour practice 2 times a week and yet you still push us to attend this free extra 8 of practice hour ON WEEKEND?
I dont know, maybe it's just me. I do like joining marching band, and since i'm a colorguard i began to love it more. Maybe I'm not really used to it just yet. And my dad, he has been complaining about me busy with this marching-band thingy. Well, i've been asking myself too, reasons why i stay. At first, well I admit it, I kinda need this to keep me busy. I need it to get me distracted from being distracted by something else which might be not good. You see, i have this tendency for being lazy if i have too much spare time. I tend to skip classes (I figure out i could study by myself LATER), i tend to procrastinate on doing tasks and homeworks (I'll just do it LATER), and i tend to go out much (I'm goin out NOW, i'll do those things LATER), and also yes, i tend to spend money on things i dont need (In some way i'm a shopaholic). The resolution is, TADAAAAAH*, i'm stuffing my schedule so there won't be time for me to even think about later. Sorta works, but well, this is how it feels like. Tiring. But in a certain way, i'm satisfied and proud of myself, But are this enough to keep me stay? We'll see.

P.S ANYWAY, MARCHING BAND IS NOT GEEKY!

I don't wanna be anywhere but here

When I'm in a crowd, or on an island by myself. Silent or too loud, wishing I was somewhere else. And I can't believe you hit me fast and hard when you turn to me and say "Never change the way you are". Trying to catch your eye, things will never look the same. Now I can't deny you're the moth and I'm the flame. There I go again. I should walk before I run. How can I explain? I can't stop what you've begun : I'm falling through the door. Flying 'cross the floor. When you look at me suddenly it's clear. You're burning up my dreams. Crazy as it seems. I don't wanna be anywhere but here.

What goes on inside is a mystery, no doubt. A roller coaster ride. I may never work it out. Here's the brand new me, skates around and floats on air, i'm a sight to see, rainbow colors in my hair. You have set me free. The one who gets me there. Here is the place where my head is spinning. Time is beginning to race away. You come to throw me, knock me off my feet. You give me wings to fly, the world goes crashing by again.

Fairytale in reality

Someday I will find my prince. He may be far away. But I know he will come. Someday. Prince of my dreams. Far away. To call my own. Someday. Prince of my dreams. Far away. To call my own. Someday. Someday my prince will come. Someday I'll find a love. And how thrilling that moment will be. When the prince of my dreams comes to me. He'll whisper I love you (I love you) And steal a kiss or two (Just one kiss) Though he may be far away. I will find my love someday

Someday we'll say and do. The things we've been longing to. And I'll know him the moment we meet. For my heart will start skipping a beat. Someday when my dreams come true. Somewhere waiting for me. There's someone I'm longing to see. Someone I can't help but adore. Who will thrill me for ever more? Someday we'll say and do. The things we've been longing to. And I'll know him the moment we meet. For my heart will start skipping a beat. Someday when my dreams come true
Someday my prince will come (Someday my princess will come) And I will find my love (And I will find my love) And I'll know it the moment we meet (The moment we meet) Prince of my dreams. Far away. To call my own. Someday. Prince of my dreams. Far away. To call my own. Someday. Prince of my dreams. Far away. To call my own. Someday. Prince of my dreams (Prince of your dreams). Far away (Far away). To call my own (To call your own) Someday (Someday)

I'm sooo Summer

"Ok. I, like being on my own. I think relationships are messy and people’s feelings get hurt. Who needs it? We’re young, we live in one of the most beautiful cities in the world; might as well have fun while we can and, save the serious stuff FOR LATER"

I'm cutting the live-in-one-of-the-most-beautiful-cities-in-the-world part, tho

Bitter

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B I T T E R.

NYC

Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in TriBeCa right next to Deniro, but I'll be hood forever. I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here. I can make it anywhere, yea, they love me everywhere. I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's. Took it to my stashbox, 560 State St. Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastry's. Cruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexus drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas. Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie. Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me. Say what's up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai's sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five. Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee. Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of. There's nothin' you can't do. Now you're in New York. These streets will make you feel brand new. Big lights will inspire you. Let's hear it for New York, New York,New York. Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game. Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can. You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though but I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though. Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock. Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop. Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back for foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act 8 million stories, out there in it naked. City, it's a pity, half of y'all won't make it. Me, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made" If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade. Three dice cee-lo, three Card Monty. Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley. Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade Long live the King yo, I'm from the Empire State that's New York. These streets will make you feel brand new. Big lights will inspire you. Let's he

ar it for New York, New York,New York. Lights is blinding, girls need blinders so they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is lined with casualties, who sip to life casually then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple eve. Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style Anna Wintour gets cold, in Vogue with your skin out. City of sin, it's a pity on the wind. Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them. Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out.

Everybody ride her, just like a bus route. Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin. And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end. Came here for school, graduated to the high life. Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight. MDMA got you feelin' like a champion. The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien. New York. These streets will make you feel brand new. Big lights will inspire you. Let's hear it for New York, New York,New York. One hand in the air for the big city.

Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty. No place in the world that could compare. Put your lighters in the air. Everybody say "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"

Photos:Flickr, Lyric: Empire State of Mind (Alicia Keys&JayZ)