She’s Growing Up So Fast.

It is Melissa’s last day of school today. After 1pm this afternoon, she will no longer be a student of the British International School, Jakarta.

It’s weird because she has been there since preschool. She doesn’t know any other place. But next year, she will start boarding at St Hilda’s Anglican School for Girls, Perth Australia. As much as I bitch and moan at her about things I really am going to miss her once she goes. Especially if I’m going to be here in Indonesia working. I’ll be the only daughter at home.

I don’t like the sound of that.

Nice one, Father.

Dad: Does Jackie seem a little moody to you?
Jen: Yes.
Mel: No.
Dad: Do you know why she’s being moody?
Jen: Uh.. yeah.
Dad: Why?
Mel: Pregnancy hormones?
Jen: Uh.. maybe you should talk to her about it…
Dad: Is it about me?
Jen: Uh…yes.
Dad: And Tina?
Jen: Yeah.
Dad: And money?
Jen: Kind of…
Dad: … and the wedding?
Jen: Sort of… the wedding made her realise it.. I think…
Mel: Why? What happened at the wedding?
Dad: Jen, just tell me so I know what to say to her.
Jen: Look, she feels jipped in the love and affection department. She’s the least favourite twin. Tina’s the favourite one. It’s sibling rivalry. Competition. And it’s the hormones too. The pregnancy is getting to her. But you do tend to overlook her a little, dad – even if you don’t mean to.
Dad: Hmm.. ok. I’ll give her a call. *dials number*
Jackie: *phone rings* Hello?
Dad: Hi Tina- Err.. Jackie… sorry.. I mean Jackie… sorry… Jackie… Uh…. Erm..
Jen and Mel: *choke on Starbucks coffee*

Uncanny abilities.

Jen: You have this uncanny way of making me feel guilty…
Matt: No i don’t want you to feel guilty
Jen: I’m mean to you because I haven’t completely forgiven you.
Matt: I know.
Matt: And i take a fair bit of it…
Matt: Seriously… you are a bitch to me fairly often and get mad over nothing
Matt: I take it.
Matt: And im still sorry…
Jen: I don’t get mad over NOTHING
Matt: But i don’t try and make you feel guilty.
Jen: You DO pick at the stuff that I do.
Matt: I don’t pick
Jen: Yes you do.
Matt: I just stated it.
Matt: I didn’t say whether i liked or disliked it.
Matt: I like all of it…
Matt: It’s you.
Matt: You would be really boring if you were only the good bits
Jen: Maybe we shouldn’t talk for a while until i get over it…
Matt: Hmmmm
Jen: What happens if I don’t get over it?
Matt: You wont talk to me again
Matt: You have an uncanny ability to make me almost cry.
Jen: So do you.
Matt: Well at least we have something in common…


For the past week or so I thought no one had been coming to view my website since everytime I looked it always said Comments (0). But- thanks to Crys- I realised that it wasn’t that no one was commenting… it was that they weren’t showing up!

I had to moderate all the comments coming in because of some fucker who keeps spamming my comment box with online poker and other shitty gambling sites.

So I hope you’re happy you little worm. You just don’t have anything better to do than piss people off with your stupid shit. X(


My hands are so small. It amazes me how I used to be able to play the piano so well. No wonder I have a hard time barring on the guitar.

Why is it that Melissa kills me everytime we play Celebrity Deathmatch? Even if she’s a shit character that shouldn’t have any chance of winning and I’m Marilyn Manson or Cleo or Ron fucking Jeremy.. she can still beat me.


The cold air in this room has blurred my window. It’s warm outside. Warm and wet. The air feels so thick with moisture it almost feels like you’re drowning – inhaling huge mouthfuls of water, suffocating.

Perhaps it’s just the way I’m feeling right now. My eyes feel blurred… as if the paradox of emotions I’m currently feeling has created a mist in my vision the same way the cold and hot air has fogged my window.

I don’t know what I’m feeling.. I can’t make up my mind. I can’t quite make out one whole emotion clearly.

I do see glimpses of sadness, happiness, awe, anxiety, complete fear and utter exhaustion though.

Bah HUMBUG!!!!

So you will not believe what my mother has done.

She actually hired some interior decorators to decorate our Christmas tree and the rest of the house.

How UNChristmas is that???

Underneath Tour 2004

hanson @ score! 28/11/04

I went to see Hanson last night at Score! in Cilandak Town Square. And I got to hang around before the concert to watch the press conference. I even put my hand up and asked them a question. It was all very very cool.

Here are some pics (please don’t take my name off these pictures ok?).
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38

Press Conference pics:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5

“I’m With the Band.”

Saint // Loco

{l-r} Nyonk aka Webster, Iwan, Tius, Barry, Joe (dreds), Gilbert

Last night, Moko invited me out to the Century Hotel to meet up with Saint Loco , a rap/metal band. Some highschool had raised all this money and held a music festival and SL were invited to play. It was the first time I had met them.. except for Joe the lead singer, whom I met during Indonesia’s Independence Day a few months ago.

They were all so nice! And what I loved was that they knew who I was because Moko had played my songs to them. Tius, the dj, just went on and on about how much he loved my songs. It feels good when someone who has made a dent in the music industry not only knows who you are – but also likes what they hear. They treated me like a fellow artist instead of some chick that was in their hotel room. Thank God. I was feeling like some groupie.

The performance was great. They played about 5 songs and then we hung out backstage and took photos.

The whole band (and their girlfriends, surprisingly) were all very very sweet. My favourite members would have to be Barry (who came up to me as soon as they finished the performance to ask how I thought it was – as if my opinion really mattered.. *sniff sniff* so nice!), Tius (who sounded genuinely honored to meet me) and Dion (who was just a big goofball and made me feel at home among the throng of people in the hotel room).

Tius is going to call me up sometime so we can try collaborate on some songs.