Guitar Lessons.

It was a gloomy evening with the rain pouring heavily outside, you plucked the strings of your guitar but it can never beat the sound of the loud angry thunder. You were annoyed by mother nature and nervous at the same time. Your mind seemed to make you wonder, "Why would he ask you to come for an extra class?" Come to think of it, you were doing very well with your guitar lessons. Say, a journey of becoming a rockstar isn't that hard when you give out your full passion in it but your dad wanted you to work your ass off since he is your producer. Hence, that is where the private guitar lessons came about. "You can play the guitar but certainly not good enough!" That's what he thought and immediately he made a deal with one of the band members of the band he's been producing with. Plus, the band is currently working in the studio. Your dad said it would make their break time worth a while by teaching you a few ropes on being successful in the music industry. You had no other choice but to just follow since you're a novice anyway.

It has been a week since you had these guitar lessons with the only guitarist of the band, Tokio Hotel. At the beginning, you thought Tom would be so cool judging by the way he look, yeah a handsome ghetto lost in a rock band. Turns out, he was making your life a living hell! Giving you endless homework, chords after chords, tons of it to practice and extra hours to stay in the studio to just what else? practice while having him watch over. Most of the time, Tom wasn't that strict but he has this one favourite sentences that drives you crazy as he would repeat it every single day right after you've finished with your jam session, "That was good and again." And he just smiled sinisterly as if torturing you is his fun game to play! He kills you, everyday! Somehow, you didn't mind at all, with having a superhot private tutor like him and who is merely your age, who would actually mind? Yes, you had to admit, aside from his evil side, he is one good-looking German guy you've ever met that got you nervous the whole time he was there in the same room as you. He tortured you hella good!

You sat on the couch at the empty studio, patiently with still strumming your guitar, while the thunders were singing lively out the windows, on account of waiting for Tom's arrival. You were concentrating too much on your guitar, barely even notice the door was opened and someone came in.

"Sorry, got caught up in the rain." Tom was all soaked up due to the rain and yet, he'd still look gorgeous, making you tongue-tied for a second there. He took off his wet oversized jacket, only to revealed his white v-neck tee which by then was all transparent. You could clearly see his hot body and no doubt, it was calling your hand for a stroke.

"Is it really wet..I mean, heavy out there?" You got mixed up with your words as your eyes were still glued to his muscular body underneath his wet tee.

"Yeah, heavy and wet indeed." He chuckled hotly. "So, shall we?"

"Don't you feel like changing first?"

"Sure."

You gulped as you saw Tom was taking off his tee without any shame in front of you as if he was ready to make love. Your heart beats faster on seeing his spontaneous sexy act. And why would he be shameful again? Oh yes, for making you weak on the knees even though you're practically in a sitting manner. Again, you got tongue-tied, hoping you wouldn't drool yourself upon looking his smoking hot body. Tom sat next to you and just stared with those dazzling chestnut eyes of his. "So, are you ready?"

"Yeah. I'm ready. Guitar's ready." You kept your cool to avoid him from noticing of how uncomfortable you felt with having him topless sitting a few inch close to you.

"What was the last song you've practiced?"

"Your song, Geh."

"Nice." Tom smiled charmingly and moved closer to you. He put his hands on yours to guide you with the strumming. His touch was delicate, good enough to make your heart drums wildly from the inside. You could feel the heat of his body even though he's all wet, you were so close to him and there wasn't even a space filled to breathe between the two of you. As his fingers and yours were gently strumming the guitar strings and the soothing 'Geh' song was being played, you couldn't help but to feel that his eyes was all over you. You stare at him back to make an eye contact. The music has stopped but you could hear the beat of your heart drumming non-stop and so as his. He then gestured his hand to lift up your chin and kissed passionately on your lips. The temptation was high and you fiery kissed him back, dropping the guitar to the floor. Your hands were all over his bare chest while his fingers were getting lost in your hair. He panned you down on the couch as the two of you were playing the kissing game.

"Wait. Do I really need this extra class?" You stopped him and asked.

"Of course, an extra class to enjoy. I've tortured you enough." Tom winked and he continued the 'lessons' he had to offer for you on that day ;)

The Break-Up.

"We need to talk."

That four crucial words, feared by every couple and was created as a starting line of an ending, has finally came between you and Bill. And you could tell that tone in his voice, it sounded as if something is wrong somewhere.

"You know, I love you..."
"Then, what is the problem?"
"But not as much as I love..."

Your heart broke into pieces to hear this stunning rockstar of yours blabbed out the real truth. You and Bill knew well that between you and him, there was more than just a love. You were his true love, he once said that. Everything was beautiful at first, the love you had with him blossomed from a single rose to a lovely garden. You couldn't help but to wonder, what did you do wrong for him to choose another? He was certainly not the type of guy who plays around with other people's heart, not that you know of. Let's face it, he is still a rockstar, he would probably have some secrets sealed, not for the ears of a single soul to hear! 

Tears were streaming down your cheeks knowing there was someone who actually owns his heart and that someone was not you. You felt like a fool, it wasn't always your heart being played by someone whose job is to wow the crowd with an amazing act of performance with his virtuoso skill! He was indeed your favourite rockstar and your lover but somehow all of his promises turned into ashes as he started to confess his real feelings. You blamed yourself for falling madly and deeply in love with him without having a thought that he would treat you just like one of his band groupies. Maybe you have misunderstood him all this while and those treatments he showered you with is nothing close to be called as 'special'. But through his eyes he seemed to be true and sincere, was that a part of his acting?

Your heart was beating fast as your tears slowly began to ease.
"There's someone else?"
"Look, I don't wanna lie to you. I thought you, out of all people would understand this. I love you, baby but the other one needs me more than anything else, I can't just leave, we're like committed to each other since forever!"

Your breaking heart has cracked even more as his blunt words were fed into your ears. You should have known better not to fall in love that easily with a rockstar like him. But then again, you can't really blame yourself if it was fate.

"So, are you breaking up with me?"
He grabbed your shoulder and sighed. "Listen, this is for the best. I love you both but I have to choose one right now. It isn't gonna be easy but trust me, it would be worth it."

You felt like wanting to give a slap on his handsome face but since you were a sucker for his charm, you wept again, instead. "I'm sorry, I had to do this, baby. I'm truly am sorry. Music is important to me and I don't wanna hurt you." Bill came closer and wiped your tears away. "I'll be away for too long and you'll be missing me, that's not how I wanted us to be. I feel guilty of leaving you here without having me near. Because I love you so much, maybe it is better if we parted for now." Bill hugged you tight and gave you one last goodbye kiss.

You've finally realized of what he was meaning to say and his kiss was just enough to prove to you that there wasn't any other girl, there was only you. Although, you can never break the relationship he has with his music career. You knew what you had to do. Let him go. Even if it's hard for you but he was right, you'll be more hurt if he hold on to you and left you hanging, at the same time, making your love and his wilted away and soon be dead. Moreover, letting him bearing the guilt of leaving you here was selfish. In the end, you just had to accept whatever is happening between you and Bill.
 

Before you walked away from Bill, you caught a glimpse on him for the last time. He gave you a look that says, "I don't wanna let you go but I had to." and unwillingly carved a smile before he put his head down to avoid from getting hurt on seeing his so-called ex-lover leave with still carrying half of his heart.


"If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were." - Kahlil Gibran

Zoom into a Rockstar ;)

The clock strikes midnight and I was changing for a late dinner invitation by my own boyfriend, of course. I mean, it's not really a dinner, more like a supper accompanied with a fun Saturday night gateway at the nearest nightclub of our town, minus the paparazzis though. Booze and body-rocking music, there aren't any other combination fitted well enough like the two of these. After a few try-ons, I finally slipped on a sexy black halter top over my torso that matched perfectly with my shiny black leather leggings. He loves black, I love it too and black is sophisticated yet sexy. So, it's classy! "Now, the shoes!" It would be easy for me to just pick one if I didn't have a floor to floor filled shoe racks courtesy of my boyfriend who was too deary of making half room of his closet belongs to me. Ignoring the ticking clock, I browsed to find one for my pretty feet to rock with for a night. "Eureka!" My eyes were shooting straight to the studded booties designed by my all time favourite designer, all hail the late Mcqueen! I shut the closet door right after and went to the end of the bed to wear them out. It was getting late, the room has cast a dark ambience with a little help from the dimmed downlights. The only thing that I could hear was the ticking clock in the bathroom. I wonder if my boyfriend had left and waited me at the car? It seems so quiet. "Too much of a fashion crisis!" that's what I thought, "I should have quicken my changing time."

Suddenly, there was a sound came dancing to my ears. The sound became clear after a few seconds only to reveal a humming voice coming from the next room. "Hmm Hmmm Hmmm Hmmmm Hmmm Hmmm Hmmmm Hmmmmmmm.." It sounded ghostly yet in a beautiful melody. The humming was like an imitation to a song that I knew and soon, little by little the words came out. "..I feel you, don't look away. Zoom into me, Zoom into me.." That pleasant voice touched my skin, filled me with comfort and a feel of warmth, it hugged me softly as it was floating in the air. I felt like I was in my own little fantasy world and this voice was my phantom of music, it lifted my soul. "..I know you're scared, when you can't breathe, I will be there, Zoom into me." Slowly like gravity, it pulled me to the direction of where it came from, out of the door and into the next room. Strangely, I was hypnotized by the beautiful sound of it and it seemed to be calling me to follow. "Was the radio on? since nobody's inside the house except for me. Did my boyfriend play the song purposely because he knew it was my favourite track from Tokio Hotel?" I followed the voice down the corridor to the living hall and surprised to see the voice was actually coming live from him. Yes, him, my phantom of music, my boyfriend or shall I say, the one and only vocalist of Tokio Hotel? "Baby, could you hurry up a little?" He ended his lines and started to call out for me without even noticing I was already in the same room of where he stood, hand-crossed for the waiting. "Aww how nice it is to have a rockstar waiting for you?" He saw me and put that sweet grin up on his face. "Wait wait, just hold that grin for a sec!" I took my iphone and zoomed into him while counting..

"3,2,1, cheese!"

"You're crazy!" 

"Baby, I'm just zooming into you."

:)

Body Rock!

Yuhuu, can I steal your attention for a bit? Trust me, it's worth it. Just LOOK BELOW and promise me to BREATHE! yes, just BREATHE SLOWLY..

*BOOM*

Like WHOA! can you feel every ovaries inside of you explodes now?! If you don't hyperventilating over that, you must be joking the hell out of me! Come on now, who could ever live to see sexy BK in the gym?! Trust me, I would DIE ..but in a big smile! :D Because he'd surely take you to heaven for a split second there. My advice, just try to control yourself if the devil speaks in your ear though, it could be a dangerous and deadly whisper. "What a f***in' sexy beast!? What are you waiting for? Go and RAPE him hard!" Nice one, little devil ;p It's better to just see stars while you're passing out than turning yourself into a succubus who hungers for lust, right? Haha ;p

Just trying to cheer your Sunday weekend here, so hope it works! But hold on now, my alien dollies. This is just a MANIP pic of our sexy Billi! Thought of sharing with you guys since this site is way outdated! All thanks to our busy-ness in handling life, sigh. A little reminder for all of you, TH! Entertainment won't shut down, we are just on PAUSE. Sorry dearies, we'll make sure we'll get back to our writing world and continue serving you some delicious reviews of ours, yums! In the meantime, enjoy the treat above. Cheers to the person who made the manip look so real! And hey, Merry Christmas in advance to those who are celebrating ;)

When Reality meets Heaven in a Convenience Store! ;p

I have a story for this one, enjoy aliens! ;D 

 To have seen two sexy yet hunky German boys coming out from a convenience store! WHOA, now that would make you wanna run to that store everyday, waiting for those guys to come back! even when you have to waste your money practically on bubblegum or Mentos just to make the store owner feeling rather less suspicious towards your act of stalking ;p Just pretend that it's hard for you to choose the right flavor of bubblegum for that day, hence it takes up a lot of time to spent! Wise idea, huh? Right when the bell rings, you couldn't just stop looking at the door! hoping that your favourite rockstars' faces would make an appearance. Time has passed, you just have to pick any flavor of bubblegum anyway since the store guy/lady started to have an evil eye on you. Next step, magazine racks! Flipping through magazines, now this is a genuine yet brilliant idea, why haven't you think of it earlier rather than acting all stupid on making a hard decision on the bubblegum?! Pfft! Plus, it is so much closer to the entry doors, duh. One by one, you flipped the page of the magazine that whatever your hand grabbed but your eyes were clearly concentrated to the doors, obviously. And when people around stared awkwardly at you, you've just realized that the magazine you had in your hands, let's just say, wasn't the appropriate one for girls. Playboy or Men's Health magazine would surely put you in shame! Quickly, you put them back and have a quick look to grab the Seventeen magazine! More and more people are coming but no sight of the boys. You feel so helpless and lost hopes since you've been doing this for like almost everyday since you first knew that the Kaulitz twins are regular customers of this store through the tabloids! What more, when your cellphone kept on ringing, clearly to say your mum was looking all over for you! 

 "Yes, mum. I'm on my way home, now! Bye." 

You clicked the red button to cut off the line and went straight to the cashier to do your payment. Home is where you will be heading since there wasn't any sign at all that the boys would be coming on that particular day! While you have your balance cash in your hands and busy-ing yourself on getting them into your purse, your eyes suddenly saw a familiar Audi car parked nicely through the glass windows of that store. "Isn't that Tom's car?" While you're at your state of wonder, your eyes are glued outside but your feet still do the walking, heading to the doors for an exit assuming that you went there everyday, so you have memorized perfectly of the way out direction without even looking. Too distracted on wondering if it's really Tom's car or not, the bell gives another ring. Although, your ears didn't signal the sign to you. You kept on walking and walking until it came to a point where you have bumped onto someone and the next thing you knew, you're lying on your back! "Ye-ouch! This person's body is quite hard, he must be pretty muscular", that's what you thought. 

 "Sorry, babe. Are you okay?" 

"Wait a minute, why do I get the feeling that his voice and accent sounds really familiar." As you turned to face the guilty in charged person who made you fall on your back....talk about the shock ;O Suddenly, your face turned pale like you have seen a ghost for the first time in your life. Dreadlocks for hair and that face! That familiar sexy face! And with that sexy lip piercing! Behind him, there was another one, an exact photocopy of him but with a different style approach. Less muscular but still yummy muscles! Tattoos here and there and with those distinctive facial piercings! Help, there are two sexy sex gods on the loose! :/

"Oh God, am I in heaven?" 

;p

Just a Dream ;)

The Confessions of a Bill Kaulitz Fan.

“Beautiful, would you come with me as I will take you to where the stars and moon shining its essence of brightness in the dark night?”

His mesmerizing gaze was like a shooting star flying down to grant a little girl’s wish. Those dazzling black linered brown eyes just sunk into mine making butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

“Are you not listening to my words?” He brought his kissable lips closer to my ears as he filled it with an airy of his breathtaking voice. “Come, my Angel, come and follow me into the mystique night for I shall be the shadows of the night, an intrigue of your love desire, standing by you.”

His voice was singing beautifully in my ears, like a dramatic melody of an antique musical box. I couldn’t deny his sultry voice owns an art of allure, sending unstoppable beats to my heart and yet my lips remain sealed.

“Hold on to your disbelief for my words are always true.” He caressed my face to admire the beauty etched upon it and those fingers dancing away to run through my long hair.

His touch was soft, like a pure silk gently brushing my skin off until it reaches to the layers beneath. It was like a heaven touch, miracle enough to soothe my soul.

“Just look at me. For you, I will never tell a lie.” My chin was gently lifted and my eyes witnessed a demure handsome smile carved on his stunning structured face.

His smile was the loveliest curved-line that has ever being written down as an expression. With a captivating power of extraordinaire attraction, he seemed so close to perfection as if God forget to put a limit on creating him.

“What say you, my Angel? Am I not good enough to shower you with my love?” He slowly moved his luscious lips to mine, creating a spark when our lips met.

His kiss was intoxicating, I wish I could never pull it away but to my realization, I was only in a twisted dream on sharing a fantasy love with my dream rockstar.

I’ve been charmed and haunted by the most gorgeous rockstar to be ever existed in my reality world! That would definitely explain it all. I dare not to say it out loud proudly even if I’m pleased, I dare not to hold on to him forever for he will be lost without a trace in just a matter of time in my dream world and I dare not to long for his love for it would be insanely unreachable. Truth to be told, reality bites! It came to a sense that a visualisation where there would be Bill Kaulitz and I to be passionately in love only lies in my fantasy world.

So, the next time you see me sleeping dreamingly, please don’t nudge me to wake up..for you will ruin a nerve-wrecking scene which leads to a very raunchy ending! Haha ;p

Bill Kaulitz: I’m a Deathly Sexed up Rocker during the day, a thirsty soul during the night.

“I’ve never seen anything else, quite like you. You look at me vacantly empty just stare right through.” Damn, that girl over there is killing me. I could smell her all the way from up here. The stage is huge, there’s a gap between me and these adoring fans but that girl; she smells way good that even Victoria’s Secret angel doesn’t smell like this. Okay, guilty as charge. I’m a rocker man, give me some credits for singing out loud, making money, but I do need to get bedded with some Hot Victoria’s Secret models sometimes.

My throat is getting drier than the summer drought. My eyes, they seem to vaguely blur itself into a dark shade color of mocha brown instead of the usual color of hazelnut brown. I thank God for this designer shade of mine that these girls couldn’t see how my eye color evolves according to how unfed I am. The venom in my mouth slurred in between the words I’m singing. I can’t seem to stop focusing on that girl, seriously even these girls up front starting to get jumpy trying to get my attention. Sigh; just stop moving so much bitches, I can’t see the girl! But hey, my handsome smile always gives away whatever shady thoughts in my mind. They’d fall for it like a moth to a flame.

So that was that, a day in Asia. And here I am, lazing around my hotel room waiting for the sun to fall, so that the moon could rise and I could feed. So swimming around with my thoughts into my e-diary actually helps me, really. I mean, besides looking good all the time. I would feel lonely, but like those fans really care? They basically are just fondling over my rockstar-ness rather than my own true self. I mean, I love them but sometimes they could get a little bit obsessive, and not to mention possessive that I can’t even date anyone without them throwing a mourning party for it. Thinking their life would be over, they need to hang themselves, blah blah blah … Just because If I were to date anyone that is. I mean have some mercy; I want to be loved too you know. Now I’m being like some emo piece of shit, as if I’m going through a menstrual cycle or something. I might as well be a pregnant woman.

Oh, I think I better start going to church or something and sit in those confession booths. “Oh forgive me father for I have sins, I have banged a lot of girls, yet not one I love. You see my problem here man! I am not capable of falling in love! I mean, how pathetic is that!” Now that’s an idea. I should go tell Tom. Bet, he thinks I’m brilliant. Ha. Well, I better log out, before anyone reads my diary. See you, Muah. I’ll make love to you once I get back; I mean make words for you. Wish me luck, hopefully there’s a delicious meal tonight for me, my sweet, sweet metallic black flying macbook. Okay, so I call you that because I personally think its way cooler than “macbook air.” It sounds so laaaaaame. Later!

Thirsty for more of what's inside of Bill's head? Well, Dollies. You have to wait.

Mein Engel ist irgendwo da draußen..

"Like a phantomrider, always die on their own.."
Crush those thoughts for your angel is out there waiting for the right time to be set free and when she finally arrives in front of you, you will just know she was meant for you :)

He was awaken by the Sunrise shining to his eyes through the clear glass windows. The sheer curtain was not a handy use to that one hotel room in Tokyo as his eyes were wide open, dusting off the sands of the night. To him, being in Tokyo was like a dream that he find it hard to make it happen but he was ought to realize that the wish he once made a long time ago has been heard and granted. There he was, waking up on a lovely morning in his ever most loved city. He was happy indeed, smiling wide, grinning charmingly until it ticks him that his dream come true has left a few bits of its essence to perfection.

The queen sized bed was rather spacious, look as though something is missing or most likely someone should be there, lying on the plain white bedsheet, filling the empty spot next to him. They say, he chose the glorious world of music, money and fame to conquer his life. Well, isn't that what Rockstars always have in mind? True. But for a young Rockstar like him, it seems pretty hard to control the raging hormones of desiring what most youngsters would seek for as well as to feel high over. Yes, the 'L' word which lies in every heart of a human, Love. A true Love to be more precise ;)

"Good Morning, Baby.."
A softly spoken phrase coming from the lips of an angel was all he could ask for to be whispered soothingly in his ears to make his day stay pleasant as it is from the fresh start of the breaking dawn.

He wants to see her the first thing in the morning, right when he came back from a deep sleep. He wants to look into her dreamy eyes just to sink himself in her gaze. He wants to gently touch her face to admire her natural beauty. He wants to stroke her hair like she's the only beautiful thing that caught his attention in every single day. He wants to kiss her forehead and her cotton candy-like pink lips to wake her up tenderly, fluttered with love ♥

The saddest thing is..those wonderful stills are remained as a dream, only to be seen by him in his fantasy world because in reality, that one angel meant for him is still lost in his in sight. Inside of him silently scream, "Where is she?" The one and only who holds a key to his heart that would set him free from misery. Such a melodramatic movie reeling as the true story of his lovelife. He may have it all, looks, style, voice, passion and luxury which came to reason why he managed to capture the hearts of million lovely girls around the globe and yet that one angel still wrapped in chains, couldn't find a way to escape the gate of heaven to reach him.


To live with just an imaginary shadows of her by his side didn't fully satisfy him. He desire to make-believe that she is real for once in a blue moon to feel the love that his heart was longing for. "I’m afraid of not finding true love!" seemed to be his greatest fear. So, even if he carves those breathtaking smiles on his flawless face, it was hard to deny the fact that his smiles are the only cure for his loneliness deep inside. Know that each of his smiles represent the pain that he had to endure on to keep hoping for a heart to finally fly to him.

"I will wait for love to fly to me and teach me how to fly." - Bill Kaulitz

Bill Kaulitz: Yours Truly, Phantomrider.

A Tale of An Angel & The Phantomrider

The dark was lurking in the air of a cold night and you were all alone in a quiet street of an unknown city. Fogs filled your feet just to give chills to your skin and bones, and yet got you to wonder, "Where is everyone?" In a vintage black lacey dress with a long train that sweep off the ground, you were pacing back and fourth to look for a sight of a single soul there, at least to be by your side on that silent town. A sound of foot tapping like there was somebody walking towards you has made a sudden disturbance. "Who's there?" You blurted out while greatly in fear to have not seen anyone but just you and your shadow alone. There was obviously no answer. Although, the sound was getting louder in your ears, meaning to say that someone or more likely a strange creature was already near you. You were only been blinded for its presence.

Whispering winds blew your hair as it passes gently in fast motion. You were shivering in cold and what more to feel the warmth of breath of that one mysterious invisible creature who was still lingering around near. "What do you want?" Your body began to tremble as you were clearly aware that your nightmare was so close in touch with you, making your heartbeat drums wildly inside and fear was all left within your body and soul. "Where are you?" While in your mind, he was all you could think of to ignite your sense of bravery at that moment. A drop of tear fell from your twinkling eyes on feeling lost and scared with him nowhere to be found to save you on that night. "I need you.."


An apparition of his face was formed by the creepy presence, slowly transformed itself into a gorgeous man mortal alike to him. He then, lifted your chin to stroke your face and he took a strand of your hair as to genty placed them behind your ears. You caught his dazzling brown eyes that seemingly to gaze right through your teary eyes. Knowing what he should do, he immedietly put you into his arms while broke the silence off, serenade you with his handsome ghostly voice with a beautiful line softly spoken,

"Now I'm here, no more fears.
Angel, don't you cry.
It is I, my Angel, your Phantomrider..."

♥

Tom Kaulitz: No H8!

That’s right! NO HATE! Well, let me rephrase that to No H8ERS – No haters! Those of you who might know of this campaign, it’s not a real photograph pretties; It was upgraded from some celebrity’s face to this sexy, scrumptious and sizzling hot guitarist of Tokio Hotel. Well I call it upgraded because definitely, with Tom Kaulitz’s face on that campaign. Trust me; the campaign will go on much sexier and more recognizable to the world. This campaign is about them going against the law of banning same-sex marriage to cut the story short.

Honestly, countering on this photograph I have no clue really what does No H8 means until I did a little research and got to know more about it. Bad boy coming your way is what I can say.

Fashion wise? Visually edited of course He nailed a plain white t-shirt if you ask me. What could be more eye-catching than a boy with head-turning cornrows, smoldering brown eyes and lips that were covered with a metallic color duct tape along with the hands. Itsy, bitsy spider climbing up his Arms, look at the veins and it will make you pop! Try singing it out loud with the tune, it rhymes. (; Girl, he’s calling out for you like you’re a sexy siren in the middle of a dessert, craving for your attention. Take the video clip of a year without rain from Selena Gomez & the Scene; Imagine you in that stunning dress, and Tom K. as that boy under the rain waiting for you. Please, you won’t just be falling into a supermassive black hole; you’d be drowning in it along with him as he blasts you with the sound of his electric guitar and his catchy smile. So don’t waste this opportunity and answer him. This boy looks like he is seeking for salvation, come to him, make him wonder how a “tru calling” is. Don’t be a Hater, be a modernize lover.

Ps, You could search more on this campaign when you click on this link below. Many hot celebrities come together on this campaign. From boys with serious abs and girls with to-die-for body! Okay well, not all. Tom still wins the best picture hands down even if it’s not Truly him. (:

http://www.noh8campaign.com/photo-galleries

Bill Kaulitz: Not just your ordinary Rockstar.

Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil because everything you whisper out from your lips he’d know because baby tonight he’d come to haunt you with his wicked fashion sense. Slick push back hair, killer leather cuff with silver studs on the wrist, a white inspired sleeveless kimono worn inside topped with a black vest and a white tank top underneath to cover his red hot marble tattooed body that will get you singing Usher’s latest tune. “Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again …” The minute your eyes places on him, you’d dance like it’s the last night of your life till you get his attention.

His piercing stare is another thing that will get you dancing even more when he steps into the club looking like a statuesque rocker. Imagine him strutting his model-like body with a glass in hand walking six foot tall with a stare like that could take you into a delusional world where you’ll fall into a swirl of hypnotizing scent coming from his lovely perfume, soft satin bed with red rose petals just like his luscious lips, and arms that holds you like an anchor of a hot savior where you won’t be lost at sea forever. Forget titanic, have Bill Kaulitz instead. One look at him and you’re “rockstar-glamoured.”

The definition of being glamourized by a rocker to die for goes to him! Sing along with his alien-dictive tunes you’d get yourself your own club where it’s him and you on the dance floor. Rocker to a soul, dancing through the whole night, swaying, writhing, spinning to the music without any source of distractions lacing you with distraught thoughts because that night is only for you and him to connect like humans. Alien to Alien, Lover to Lover, Rocker to You.

To me, imaginations has no limitations so let your imaginations run wild when you take a look at this picturesque rocker, but Not too wild. Here’s the song that will get you amped up with your beautiful imaginations after reading this. Press play and there’s no turning back But first press the pause button on the sexy player okay? (;

KLIK, It's TH on the Cover!

Grab it in your nearest bookstore or 7-Eleven, now! ;D

The Malaysia Media has yet given more TH surprise to the Malaysian fans! This time around a magazine called 'KLIK' put up a rocking cover of Tokio Hotel entitled "Tokio Hotel, Teenage Rock Icon!" on their latest November issue.

If you don't know this, let me story to you a little. KLIK, a local magazine of ours has been supporting TH since the early of 2007 as they were the very first to digged and found the gems out of this übertastic German Glam Rock Band, Tokio Hotel and they have made some of us open our eyes wide to an introduction of the band's rocking website, even though it wasn't really as rocking as it is now. Yeah, the 'Scream' album era as how I would say. With that great old piece of review written in 'Bahasa Malaysia', our very own, as Bill would love to say, 'Mother tongue' ;p Malaysian language, KLIK has clearly done a job well done on promoting the boys here. Told ya, they've been a huge support of Tokio Hotel!

So, let's carve a huge heartshape to KLIK for making us, the Malaysian fans to have something to smile about throughout the month of November as when we enter the bookstore just to see our very own local magazine has a cover issue of beautiful creatures that goes in a band namely Tokio Hotel!

Phantom Rider.

A beautiful photo deserves to have a beautiful story coming with it but not every story has a happy ending. Here we are, Bill is standing with a ghost that has her body covered with a colorless dress, her face sheered with a translucent cloth and there are no feet on the ground. The artist had a hidden depth of meaning towards this photo that she has created to illuminate what she feels inside. A sharpie was used to tell the story. In words, Bill is a man with a virtuoso soul. Indefinite with his handsome voice he had won many female hearts from around the globe but not one, has yet won his heart.

That one tear in his eyes tells us that he is alone even if there is many people surrounding him from the fans right on the ground to his twin brother who is always there with him on stage. Every time he sets foot on stage his eyes searches for a missing piece of puzzle in his life. That missing piece is a girl that he needed the most to set him free from his loneliness, to let him fall in love and have it broken if she must. A little feeling of falling in love is already enough for his starvation for love. That’s all a lonely lead singer is asking for.

Everyday, he often hears people telling him, “You were great today.” “Good Job!” “Killer show man!” but that’s not what he wanted is it? He wanted a serene voice from a girl to come to him everytime he ended a show in any country.

“Baby you were awesome.” Yes, that is what he wants to hear in his ears with a pair of arms hugging him to wash away the hard work he did on stage and soft lips to kiss away his thirstiness.

His chocolate brown eyes always tell lies, telling the people whom he is close with that he is okay when actually he is not. If he must, he feels like throwing his anger to the whole world, shouting for the girl whom he thinks is the one to come out. “Where are you?!” and he will continue enchanting that till he gets tired and tears would pool up in his eyes every night when he wakes up and sit there on the empty stage with no one in the surroundings with cold shivering air. He never fails to get up on his feet and throw every single thing off the stage, from the keyboard, to the guitar, to the drum set and even tearing off the velvet curtains. “Where are you! Where are you! Where are you!” and finally he will just surrender and sat on the ground with a mutter and one tear rolling down his face. “I hate you.”

That particular night, it was monsoon. He was soaked in rain. His jet black hair no longer in place, his white t-shirt translucent enough on his body, and his pale lips moist by the rain that his brown eyes too were smudge with black-liner and yet he still looks like a handsome wrecked ken.

“Bill, you have to stop your obsession to find that perfect girl.”

“No I have to, I know she’s out there somewhere. I just need to look harder.”

“Listen to me, no matter how far you go, how long you search for her you will never find her. You need to be optimistic and look on the bright side. Your brother, he cares for you. Seeing you like this pains him.”

There is always a haunting voice that sounds like cold winter spring in an English rose garden in his mind. He could never shake it off. It is always there, a beautiful voice in his ears. It sounds like a melody, a song he would like to play in his mind every time he feels alone.

“Why can’t you just come out of my mind and be real. I promise I’ll sing for you everytime you ask me to.”

He could hear her melodious laugh before her voice just disappears. Then it comes again, the feeling of emptiness invades his mind.

“Don’t leave me here.” He whispered to himself while staring at the empty stadium. He was looking up at the stars, and had his foe finger removing that one tear out of his eyes with a single sniff.

That’s just it. Everytime, Everyday, he couldn’t sleep he will wake up at the precise hour just to hear that voice in his ears. She might not have the face he could stroke, the body he could hold, the lips he could kiss and the eyes he could stare at but he will always have her soothing voice to accompany him in his loneliness. A phantom rider. That's what she is to him.

A job well done for this amazing artist. Run-Beside-Me

A Surprise Treat, A New Ice-cream Scoop & A Dead Meat Perez!

SUPRISE! ;D

A deliciously printed poster of the Kaulitz twins specially served just for you from Galaxie!

Guess, Galaxie has made a surprise after all, it wasn't a complete Tokio Hotel as the poster has been labeled, it was indeed featuring only the Kaulitz twins inside. I know you just can't get enough of the most favourite sexy twins from Tokio Hotel. So, what are you waiting for? Their printed A4 coloured poster are up for grabs! The Galaxie october issue is in stores. Grab them now, so that you would wake in the morning and smile to the Kaulitz twins' poster pasted wall in front of you ;p What could be better than having those two loveable twins as the very first thing you will see in the morning! I'm pretty sure you will stay smiling throughout the day! Haha ;p

A new scoop from the ice-cream box!
Packed those stuff and leave Germany forever, now?

An Apartment for rent in Hamburg, Germany! Anyone interested on buying a new house? Previously owned by the very famous founders of the Germany's local band, Tokio Hotel. So much for the info on keeping their residence in Hamburg, hah! Yeah eventually, the Kaulitz twins are selling their apartment! And thus, LA should be their new place for a permanant living? Hmm..maybe or maybe not. Note that: they own a few houses not only one in Germany. Whatever it is, hope it will be all good for you two bratty twins! No worries, we still love you for leaving your homeland, Germany which happens to be our favourite country of all time, all thanks to the two of you, duh! ;p


The Dirt
Perez Hilton on L'uomo Vogue feat. Kaulitz Twins. ( He can't just seem to stop with his craps and shits about Tokio Hotel! It is all 'Jealousy' when it comes to this freaking moron dude, that's all I can say, fullstop! )

" Was this the best they could do!?

Tokio Hotel twins Bill Kaulitz Tom Kaulitz have fugged up the cover of L'Uomo Vogue's music issue for the month of October.

First of all, we'd like to know how these two got top billing over Sting, Kelis and Juliette Lewis?

Second, whoever said putting Tom in baggy jeans was a good idea should be fired. This is Vogue people! "

Perez Hilton, we swear we're gonna rip you out into pieces for hating Bill & Tom ever so much! Curse you, Perez!
Grr~!

Bill, you're an alien! Your touch so foreign, It's Supernatural, Extraterrestrial!

Alright alright hold your salivary glands ladies, I know I know this video is tasty enough for you to actually want to take a bite off this screen of yours. Yes this video is made by our own bloggie owner herself, well co-owner; Miss Ella K. Yeah baby, it's hot just like the maker herself! I know watching him in this video makes you feel like you want him to coaxed you down your spine and take you to his alienated world where only the One word three letters You exist to him and everything else fails. Well this isn't going to be a long post it's more for your eyes to watch, not to read so enjoy!

Warning! Do NOT press play if you are the weaken hearted, or do not like boys with eyeliners and lip gloss that have lush jet black hair and piercing stare with literally a gorgeous porcelain face filled with sexy piercings! ;D


p/s: This video is specially dedicated to all of our wonderful and loyal visitors of TH Entertainment! Yay, we've reached over 1000 counts, finally! So, this is sorta like a special treat from us to you guys. Consider it as our thank you present :) Danke! You guys rock! Keep promoting this blog and we might just have something to surprise you with on the next round, who knows? ;)