Scary Ready for Halloween?

It's nearing the end of October! And you what that means? HALLOWEEN! Yeah, it's that spooky holiday again but what gives? It's just Halloween anyway. Usually, we don't really give a crap about this whole trick-o-treating ritual and human dressing up scarily just to celebrate a festive to honour the undead. But what if it includes a set of remarkably handsome guys pulling off their best horrifying self to even begin with? Pretty darn right, you would actually care to celebrate Halloween itself after seeing half of our boys (the band's usual spotlight-stealers; Kaulitz twins) who never missed a beat to entice us with their freaky fabulous costumes for a round of a Halloween party in L.A! So it was heard (via Hitz.fm interview), Bill and Tom tend to celebrate Halloween big time by throwing parties and such, it's a no wonder the best costumes walk-off would never seem to bore them every year!

Beware is simply the warning as they would either weirdly mesmerize you or probably just haunt you forever with their extremely outrageous yet horrifying costumes! Last year was a hit, less scary but they got the attention from MTV at the least for dressing up sexily as Xerxes and a zombie version of Captain Jack Sparrow. I had guessed it right, aha! Although, it was rather disappointing to see them revealed only one costume for 2013 Halloween, talk about the Halloween on the previous year, 3 scary-tastic outifts to show off! From a half naked Venetian tempter to a demon in hideous form you could never imagine! When it comes to Halloween, they rocked at their best (compared to their daily life of thrashy fashion, these days) ..I wonder if they could beat off fellow German, Heidi Klum who reign the title as the Queen of Halloween, almost every year! So, what kind of surprise they have in their haunting closet this year? Indeed, they are still deciding what to dress up as for their big Hallow's eve celebration this year. And I'd surely hope both of them would scream our heads off with hella crazy, scary yet sexy Halloween costumes circa 2014! Shall we play a little prediction game? I'd say, why not? We listed you out a few possible costumes that seemed to be a good fit for them to haunt the spooky day, soon! 

What we would like to see? 

Bill: Vlad Dracula 
Dark and sexy as the cruel prince Vlad himself, Bill would surely make one fangtastic son of the Dracul! Inspiration from the movie, Dracula Untold, this character definitely is our most favourite and we would want Bill to dress up once more for Halloween. Those yesterday years of being Dracula does not count, he was merely a sexy man back then. Imagine Bill being Vlad now. Viciously seductive and might I say, you'd be offering your body and even blood? for his lust for sure! 

Tom: Winter Soldier 
It was kinda hard to find the most suitable character for the older twin brother, though. But it made sense when Captain America was playing and let's just say, that Winter Soldier seems to be a good match for our hunky, Tom Kaulitz. Bucky may be a villain and supposedly an ex-best friend, but he's a kick ass hottie! And of course, Tom would certainly kick the Halloween's ass by donning a mask of the sexy notorious Winter Soldier. 

Despite of wanting them to dress up as the characters mentioned, I must say the chances are quite thin. Yes for Bill as Dracula maybe? But Tom as someone who doesn't have a scarred bloody face, not gonna happen! Based on my observation, I predict a few characters that they might take an interest on.

What would they actually go for? 

Bill: Maleficent (the male version)
A pair of horns were such an in thing for our Bill Kaulitz, have you not notice? The KOS photoshoot explains it all. Hence, he might pull off the Maleficent look for his Halloween walk-off! With his signature naked torso and a cape, Bill would probably make Angelina Jolie cries for creating a beautiful man out of Maleficent. Scary point is a must, so I'm not surprised if Bill the Maleficent turned out more devilish than the original character itself. Gender bending characters are highly alluring and who else out there would be fit enough to take the role other than Bill sexy Kaulitz? 

Tom: Chucky
With all the chills we got from the recent horror movie, Annabelle, what would be more scarier than dolls? A murderous walking doll in particular. We know how Tom loves to be as horrifying as he could be during Halloween, and perhaps being the infamous killer doll would just do the trick. I'm not talking about Annabelle (Annabelle's a girl, Tom would kill himself to have him look like a girl except for Jessica Alba, of course) it's Chucky. That insanely merciless perverted child's toy. Yeah, Tom would definitely go for Chucky if he intends to rule the scary department. Imagine those stitches and blood on his face while putting a smirk and him plastering a cheeky smile, a cute for an impression but slowly killing you in every stare. Chucky would be delightful, laughing hysterically to have someone like Tom to dress as him on Halloween. 

All being said were only predictions, God knows what they'll come up with in their ever so ridiculously wicked minds to kill us all in a silent scream for Halloween! Another guessing, Bill would be covered in gold for a second round and Tom would bring the zombie apocalypse back again for another haunting! Say, who knows if the Kaulitz actually visits here, they would actually consider these characters, heh.

Grab your very own copy of KOS, because it definitely did KOS!

What on earth are we talking about, how can we get a copy of KOS and get KOS by it? Let me break it down to you, the minute you get a copy of Kings of Suburbia, and get your ears in sync with the elevating tunes, the final result would be KOS. Which, in our very own term means, those songs that they’ve created by their undeniably stupendous amount of talents, have Kissed Our Souls. Yes, first and foremost, it’s either you need a gun because their new music is so explosive, or just love the songs as they loves you back. Each songs expresses different types of vibes, it’s either a siren call or just that kind of song which is a go to song when you feel like the world around you is such a blur and all you need is that one person to runaway with. Overall, most of us would assume this album as a dirty, sexy, nasty kind with their video; love who loves you back, showing off our very own lead singer, making out a storm with different genders. Which in turn, leaving you envious, secretly wanting it was you especially, with that scene where you were to enter the elevator with Bill Kaulitz, himself. A perfect time for you to be covered in gold if you were to be on your knees, ha. But for me personally, I’d rather just hang at the stairs with the model-looking bassist, Georg Listing even for a short second.

To talk more on the album, my apologies, got a little carried away with the video. See, that proofs that love it or hate it, you just got to have it!

The songs contained in their Kings of Suburbia album, as all songs would have it, have different souls to it. Each songs, has a soul. See, that’s the thing I adore about Tokio Hotel, when they create a song, all has it’s own tale to tell. Those tales they intertwine with your daily lives. It is so relatable, from run to girl got a gun, to love who loves you back. If you feel helpless, you wish to runaway with that God given voice, the song Run, Run, Run is perfect. And when you feel aggravated with your lover, Girl Got A Gun is the song for you. And when you feel rejected, it is as if Tokio Hotel is giving you an advice, just go for the ones that loves you back. You see, that is very clever, their music might sound different but all in all, Tokio Hotel has always been there for you. Nowadays, it’s all about the booty and the anacondas; songs that literally have no meanings towards it. So why waste your money on that, when you can actually buy an album that’s worth to listen to everyday.

Tokio Hotel might sound different, but they are still the same. Always, has been by your side. It’s just that they’ve grown matured, yearning to be a little sexy. That’s not wrong, we are all bound to grow up eventually. The music is sexy, but the soul is there. I would describe to you more on each song, but what fun would that be, if you do not experience the first feelings of listening to the songs on your own. I’d take away the songs’ virtue from you and that wouldn't be fun. Trust me, getting a copy of KOS would be the wisest thing to do. Who needs a lover, or a best friend, they don’t always understand you. Which is why, in psychological ways, music understands you the most and the songwriters, and the musicians, behind Tokio Hotel are just simply gifted people! From Bill Kaulitz (Lead Singer) to Tom Kaulitz (Guitarist) to Georg Listing (Bassist) and last but never the least one, Gustav Schäfer (Drummer). In conclusion, they have God given talents that has Kissed Our Souls. To rate this album, we would always give them a ten, no matter what. 

Source: Tokio Hotel KOS Photobook Scans

F.L.E.S.H

- this story is based on the song, Flesh by Simon Curtis.

It was dark and my head was throbbing, the only thing that my mind could recall was a few hours ago of where I've lost my body to the rhythm of a sick-beating music in the club and somehow, someone has caught me off guard as I was guilty of moving my body in a very seductive way on the dance floor. This person took me away from my spotlight and invited me to play a game. I was clearly sure that I have said, No but then again, maybe I have said Yes ..or maybe I was drugged to have said, Yes.

I was lying on my back, flat on a cold cement floor and felt a massive headache on my head. I must have been drugged. It was strange and this place seemed quiet, however the music from the club was stretched away far from my ears to detect. Am I in the basement or something? Chills ran up my spine. I got up but couldn't look, it was all dark, only to realize that I was blindfolded. What kind of game is this? And where the hell am I? For a second there, I thought I was alone but somebody has answered my curiosity.

"Shh...." A soft inviting voice whispered to my ear.

Panic took over me and I struggled to unleash the cloth that blinded my eyes. There was no one near. It was an empty room, cement rendered floor to ceiling with a single bulb light hanging above my head. It got me to wonder how does this game works? Perhaps it was an escape game? Testing me and my brain to find a way out from this room. I searched the room to begin with and of course, there was a door. And to my luck, the door was unlocked. Gently turning the knob as my skeleton tattooed hand itches to make an escape. I peaked of what awaits me on the outside, it was a long narrow hallway illuminated with neon purple lights. So maybe I'm still in the same club? A strange part of the club building that is. Schiesse! I don't want to be in this game at the first place!

I took my chance to walk off the room and started my journey into the endless hallway. As I was making my way to wherever the hallway led me, voices came to my head, one after another, all was heard coming from the lips of the females. Was I hallucinating? What kind of drug they have put on? My vision suddenly went blurry and what more with those heavy neon lights burning my eyes. I saw the walls rippled and as creepy as it is, hands protruding from its surface. The voices became louder but soft like a hush of seductive whispers that gave me a pleasure on hearing, kept chanting words that seemingly describes my look;

"Dreamy brown eyes."

"Luscious pink lips."

"Killer jawline."

"Wolverine stubble."

"Golden blonde hair."

"Sexy body ink."

"Washboard abs."

"6 feet tall."

Those words were repeatedly said while the fingers from the wall hands were dancing all over me in a very sexually disturbing way, playing and admiring me as if I’m a doll. To my surprise, I actually enjoyed it until their soft touch and playing manner turned violent, pushing and pulling me all over. It felt as if they wanted to tear me into pieces, fighting over the only bait in the water; me. I tried to run but unfortunately, those hands were tripping me over.

I lunged forward and fell hard on the floor. As I turned my head to look back, everything was gone. The neon lights, the walls of creepy hands and also, those inviting whispers were suddenly muted. Another door appeared right in front me and I immediately made a run for it. I was panting but feeling a little relief after I shut the door behind my back.

Suddenly, I felt a touch on my skin. I snapped out of my reverie and saw a beautiful girl with a kissable red lips, holding tight to my hand and she pulled me from where I stood. She pushed me hard on the wall and her lips began making pattern around my neck. So this is actually a love game?

I felt her kisses went up to my face and finally reached my lips. If this is a love game that they're signing me up for, then I desire to win! I wasn't ashamed of firing her back with a kiss so poisonous that made her find it difficult to breathe. She pulled away and gave me a slap. I stared at her with a devious smile smeared on my lips. She backed away as I was trying to grab her back into my arms. Although, another girl appeared beside me, with smoldering cat eyes. And like a cat, she took a quick move to ran her fingers through my hair as her mouth were doing its job to give me of what I have lusted for; more kisses.

Her kisses were undeniably deadly but certainly, not as deadly as mine. I rule in this expertise, nobody can throw me down that easily. I moved my lips to her neck, making her moan under her breath. As my hands were making their way under her top, I was stopped with a harsh pull by another pretty girl.

This girl had a wicked smile and crazy dye for hair. She was wilder than the other two, I assumed. I could even see it in her eyes. For a split second, she shocked me for good as she took off my jacket and ripped my tank top with her bare hands, leaving me with a naked torso. Her hands were all over my chest and she traced down my tattoos with her finger. She later gave a peck kiss on my shoulder heart tattoo and I lifted her face for a making out session to push start the game again. Well, what can I say? I started liking this game.

Behind her, another one gave me a piercing killer stare and she came to approach us, swaying her hips seductively while catwalking, that made my heart skipped a beat to witness her sexiness. I paused for a moment and when she was right at the reach of my hand, I pushed the previous aside to grab the next victim and give her a taste of Kaulitz. She was like a beautiful monster, biting my flesh of skin from one spot to another with her perfect teeth. Even her sharp nails were digging into my skin as I was giving her the pleasure she was lusting for.

We were all over each other and then she stopped, carving a sly smile on her lips. Taking a few steps back from me and as my eyes were set to see her went away, she was actually standing in a line with the other three, facing against me. I raised my brow and crossed my hands, waiting for these beautiful girls' next move.

"So, did I win the game?" I boastingly asked them.

Alluringly, the four of them just smiled. And then, two of them started to make a move towards me, one to the left and one to the right side. I simply ignored them and just stared at the other two remaining angels until I felt something was tighten on my hand, a rough to its texture, a rope as it is being called. I was tied up.

"I get it, this is the final test? Show me what you got, ladies." I plastered a naughty smirk on my flawless face. "Push up to my body and sink your teeth into my flesh." I knew all of them wanted me so badly and I couldn't care less to lure them in, they surely couldn't handle themselves, heck I'm sexy and I know it.

The one with the wicked smile, one of the remaining two, came closer and the same smile was etched upon her face again. She stroked my face gently at first, unexpectedly pulled my head back with a rough gesture. In the corner of my eyes, I could see the last one, the killer one with bites, took her turn to readily torture me. She held something in her hand, a cloth that has been covering my eyes at the very beginning of the game. No doubt, she was going to blindfold me, can't help of drowning in my dazzling brown eyes, I guess? This game was too good to be true. They want to challenge me? So be it. I'm ready. Taste my flesh, bitches!

Everything went dark again like how it all started. But this time, I could feel their warm breath, circulating around my body. A certain kind of pain electrified me, my shoulder, arms, neck and even lips were sunken with their teeth. They were biting me, each and every one of them. Somehow, the pain slowly rousing itself into a pleasure sensation. It was a great feeling of satisfaction to have them trigger their hunger for lust on me.

But wait, what's this? A wet, sticky and slimey tongue was used to lick my face? Okay, I had to admit the biting was acceptable even though it was far off wild but licking was not my kind of thing especially if it was really wet, like literally. Out of control saliva, alert! I don't mind Pumba's but to have received from beautiful ladies like them? .. wait, was it really them?

My blindfold seemed to have loosen, I rubbed my eyes and woke up to a view of a cuddly tiny bulldog, laying next to me with its tongue still licking the side of my face. I chuckled at the thought of having a very intense, sexy yet sweet nightmare for me to enjoy when all of the sudden my precious innocent puppy has come to ruin it.

"Oh Pumba, you little devil."

Bill for Magicstripes: An Eye Candy for Perfection!

"THANK YOU BILL for supporting MAGICSTRIPES!! Love U ❤️❤️" - Natalie Franz

"My make up artist launched a cool new product!" as said by Bill and it's a privilege for us to check it out. For those who are curious about MAGICSTRIPES, it is actually an eye-lifting beauty product created by Natalie Franz, who is in fact our very own Bill Kaulitz's personal make-up artist since ever. Obviously, you can't call yourself a fan now if you have no clue who Natalie is. Amazing make-up artist, I must say as her talent shines on the golden boy of Tokio Hotel, itself. I'd die for all of those smokey eyes Bill once donned. Who wouldn't right? And by this, of course, Bill has decided to contribute his support for this lovely lady with a smoking hot selfie of him and the product. He blew us all with his flawlessness! JUST. LIKE. THAT. Perhaps, he was one of the stars who use Magicstripes and would you look at the result? No wonder he glimmers in perfection! What are you waiting for, Aliens? Go and get Magicstripes, you may not turned out as heavenly gorgeous as Bill Kaulitz here but hey, it's worth the try! ..Uh oh, wait a minute, did I missed out the point where Bill is naturally beautiful? Oh yes, I did. Oppsie, silly me. Nevertheless, you have to agree with me that Bill is a perfect fit to be an ambassador of a beauty/fashion product, well at least if he decided to ditch the rockstar career. Totally rooting him to be a male model, woots!

Source: Natalie Franz's Instagram

The Award for the Best Faker goes to..

Note: before I start off this post, I would kindly ask you to respect of what's being written here. I may not proved anything but I'm just sharing this to avoid the Aliens from getting fooled by someone who has sly moves and a pinch of bravery to convince himself to be the real Bill Kaulitz. This is just based on observation and opinions from us.

So here's the scoop. All this while, I've been following this particular twitter account who claimed himself as the real Bill Kaulitz. The question is, is he for real? Let's just say, at the very beginning I, myself actually believed he could be the real Bill Kaulitz like most of you! And so, I've made a move to follow him since the account needed a request before you can follow. He approved and my work began there. Yeah, as an undercover reporter for TH! Entertainment ;p Based on my observation, I can clearly say that he is not the real Bill Kaulitz, the lead singer of a very famous band called Tokio Hotel, that you guys been head over heels in love with. I know some of you would be mad at me for saying he's a total fake! You know this guy who claimed himself as our Bill Kaulitz is very tricky and clever, I must say ..for making the fandom shakes and wanting to declare a war on each other every single day! assuming half of you believes him and the other half, just don't. I praise him for being damn brave to tweet spontaneously without feeling guilty of tricking the world with his fake identity. Moreover, some of the artists on twitter were being deceived by him too. How's that even possible right? Well, I told ya, he's clever. His photos, whoa completely genius! He basically tweeted randomly of all things that Bill Kaulitz actually do, drink, wear or anything at all that relates back to the lifestyle of this German rockstar. It looks as though as he was studying Bill's every movement in order to be just like him and he ace it! Well, I don't really have that much of proofs to really reveal the person behind this Bill Kaulitz faker but there are few informations you guys needed to be aware of before you throw that hate on me for labelling him as the most successful Bill Kaulitz faker of the century! I give you, Top 5 reasons why you shouldn't trust this "BillKaulitzBK".

1. Mateo from DSDS once tweeted that the account was a fake! 
"..you poor fake..! sad life. opfah." tweeted by Mateo. So, how many of you still believes this fake rather than believing the very real Mateo who practically spends most of his days on DSDS with Bill Kaulitz himself? Think about that. 

2. Tokio Hotel didn't notify us that they have an official personal account for the fans to follow. 
He may have retweeted, hashtaged #Aliens and mentioned the official Tokio Hotel in his tweet for a few times now but have you ever seen Tokio Hotel did the same thing to his allegedly Bill Kaulitz account? There are two options; I'm pretty sure if the boys actually have an official personal account, they would be nice enough to spread it out on their official Tokio Hotel account or they would make it as private as possible, invisible to the eyes of the fans in order to interact with their family and friends. He even replied to the fans that easily, not the real diva Bill Kaulitz I knew! haha ;p 

3. Always one step behind after Tokio Hotel! 
Another thing is, he always uploaded a picture right after Tokio Hotel uploaded the same picture. If he's the real Bill and he wanted to prove to everyone he's real, he would have just upload the picture first on his account and then on that Tokio Hotel account, hah! 

4. Pictures can be deceiving.
If you have noticed, his pictures are mostly taken at all parts of his body (especially hands) except his face! Talk about his hands, yes, he has the exact replica of Bill's skeleton tattoo! My guess, he got the same tattoo just to make you guys believe he's Bill! Notice this one tweet post where he had a bandage on his hand? and later, he uploaded a picture of that tattooed hand? Tricky! Although, sometimes the tattoo is on the wrong side of hand and magically disappeared too. Weird enough, was it a temporary tattoo? And come on now, Bill's hands are more beautiful than his! If you're a true fan, you would just know. Bill's hands are like a sexy work of art with all those veins and bones popping out! 

5. Oh my English! 
Bill Kaulitz's English may have been broken years ago but those endless tours around the globe and moving to L.A ..he's been using English as his second language, I'm sure he already excelled in that language department! whether in speaking or writing. Yes, this particular person needs to improve on his grammar (I assume he's a German too) because Bill wouldn't wanna get his foot on the walk of shame for posting a sentence with a major grammatical error. He's a perfectionist, a writer and quote lover. Obviously, you can tell the way Bill Kaulitz writes (via BTK app) is a lot different than the way this fake writes even when it comes to the simplest form of words. 

Maybe I've missed out a few points but this is the best I could come out with after months of observing his account. I know some of you may still believes him in some strange ways I couldn't understand but well, it's all up to you, Aliens. I'm just helping most of you to see what you may not have seen or noticed from this particular Bill Kaulitz. It's sad to see our fandom actually believes him without even thinking twice. A reminder for all of you, Tokio Hotel do not have a personal twitter account. It was being well said by themselves over and over again from the very beginning. Seeing how the fakes nowadays are very daring and do whatever it takes to get them certified, I suggest Tokio Hotel should have their very own personal twitter account for the sake of Aliens. In a way, it helps you boys to get rid of all these fakes who you never knew what are their main purpose to be you on the social media!

Teasers (;

We're counting down til 4.12.13 for #AliensChristmasGifts 

And our writer, Malina has squeezed some of the creative juice from her brain to give all the Aliens, these amazing teasers of our event! Who knows, they might give you a little inspiration to draft out your storyline ;)

"A Christmas Love Story, could it be a Fairytale? or a Tragedy?"

You Decide.

"How would you like to be under a mistletoe with me?"
Tell us your Christmas Love Story.

"Tom, wait."
It's up to you on how your Christmas Love Story ends.

"Hey, you're doing it just right."
A Christmas Love Story.

Give back Bill's heart!

And yet again, we were surprised with another addition to Bill's collection of body ink! Or are we that surprised? By now, we know tattoos are like an ecstasy to him. Just when we feel like screaming to him, "Enough is enough, Bill!" ..well, this beautiful man just couldn't seem to find his way to stop this addiction of his! But what's the lucky symbolic art he had it carved on his skin this time around? A heart. Yes, his heart.

"The heart was slowly beating, against its will, 

The pain was unbearable for the one called, Bill. 

 And then, he carved another heart on his skin, 

Only to feel the love he lost and all might have been." 

Surely, the interpretation of its true meaning is pretty clear to everyone. A heart will always symbolize as love. Indeed, even Bill himself quoted the familiar lines of lyric to his heart-breaking "Attention" song. "Give back my heart that your body rejected.." The question still remains, who was the one that owns his heart? who was the one that rejected his love? who was the one that never return it back to him? ..so painfully until he had to carve another heart close to his empty chest?

Trust me, the song was all it takes for us to know how deep is his wound but now, with this heart tattoo, we might have a thought that the wound is still healing and it continuously pains Bill. Then again, we shouldn't be jumping into conclusion of thinking that Bill has no heart at all underneath that ribcage of his. Maybe he has a little different and special story to it? But of course, the meaning to it has got to be something that's really really really hurtful, just how hurtful he had to endure while the heart was tattooed on his skin, ye-ouch!

Halloween Special: Twins Body Swap!

It was almost midnight, the air filled with fogs that embrace one with coldness. The street started to cramped with various dead creatures, a gruesome zombie bride with hollow eyes, a horrifying headless knight that holds a bloody axe, a scary satan with sharp horns and teeth, a creepy reaper with the grimmest smile, a dreadful dracula that has blood stains all over, not one to be seen in the loveliest costume of a hilarious hotdog, a handsome sailor, an angel or any beautiful mythical beings that ever been known. They were all seemed to be ugly and mortifying, wandering about the street as if they came from the land of the dead. Halloween. That was when the nightmare came to live!

Themed parties held in L.A clubs brought all the sinners in to make Halloween as an agenda for even young adults to enjoy. It was a festive to be celebrated by all stars including half of the band members of Tokio Hotel. The Kaulitz twins never stand a chance to miss it for the world.

"Oh schisse!" cursed over his failure, the black liner was smeared to his temple as Tom was trying to create a masterpiece for his undead pirate look.

Beside him, stood Bill who was adjusting his own make-up, looking like an Amun-Ra, shinning like the God of the Sun with his golden crown and chains hanging heavily on his neck. "Do you need help, bruder?" Putting down his glittering gold foundation, he stopped and just stared at his twin brother, offering a help that needed his expertise.

"Don't bother, I can do it!" Being boastful as he is, Tom managed to rub off his smeared eyeliner, and once again, trying to hold the pen still but his hand was undeniable shaking. Another line was drawn and yet again the same mistake was repeated. "Schiesse! I can't do it!"

Bill rolled his eyes and immediately grabbed the pen from Tom's hand. "You idiot, just let me do it for you! Look at me and stand still."

The both of them stood still, 6 feet tall, facing each other as if they were resembling a mirror to one another. Their eyes were locked in a gaze for momentarily. Secretly, Tom was admiring Bill's beauty and Bill was admiring Tom's beauty. The longer they stare, the harder for them to pull away. There was something glistening in both of their brown eyes, an entity longing for a help, revealing a trapped lost soul within each one of them that hungers for an escape. The troubled souls carried a burden of pain that they couldn't longer hide. Bill was envy over Tom's happiness while Tom felt guilty over Bill's loneliness. In their minds, both planted the same thought of curiosity. "How is it like to be you?"

The clock strikes 12 and the scariest night of the year has eventually arrived. The lights flickered and the next they knew, it was their own body and face they saw standing right in front of them. The both of them gasped in shock. How could Tom saw his own self, a perfect clone of himself who was jaw-dropping in shock too. Likewise, the scene occurred to Bill as well. They are indeed identical twins but it never crossed their mind that they look exactly alike to one another at that very moment since their differences are very much appealing. It felt as though they were facing their own image in the mirror when the fact that they were actually standing right in front of each other.

The lights flickered once again and as the room returned to bright, the both of them could see each other again, Tom was seeing Bill and Bill was seeing Tom. Although, they knew well that they saw an exact vision of themselves for a split second there. A sudden white noise came from the tv from the bedroom they were in, locating a bad reception from the satellite. Strangely, a voice was heard within the white noise. "Becareful what you wish for on Halloween!" after the message was delivered, the tv tuned back to its previous channel.

Bill and Tom plastered a terrified look on their faces. They thought their minds were playing some tricks but to witnessed the voice from the white noise together at the same time, it was something for them not have doubts on its occurrence. It was actually happening and it was real or was it?

"Hey guys, be ready in 10. we'll wait you downstairs."

To heard upon Ria's reminder, both Bill and Tom snapped back to reality. The room fell silence as they tried to ignore of what just happened before Ria came to check up on them. They wanted to talk about it but there wasn't much time as the clock was ticking and they were chasing it to attend a party. The mysterious thought was abruptly erased and Bill was back to his job for the Halloween night as Tom's splendid make-up artist. 

But question still remains in their head every now and then, "did we actually swap bodies?"

BK Dirty Bass Series III: Where the Wild Things Are

After a few dates consisting of endless conversation and less making out session, somehow I finally fell for him for real. He wasn't the typical guy I know, there was something special about him that made you wonder again and again on how he simply charmed you with his old-fashioned way of getting to know a person. I've always thought he could be different from others from the very start despite of him being a very famous rockstar. But I had to admit, initially I was head over heels in love with his looks since the night I saw him at the club. I wanted him because of his sexy look, it wasn't a sin but it's an ugly act that every girl should burn of desiring to get an attention from a very good-looking man. I wanted him so badly! I wanted him to be in touch with my skin, I wanted to have him for a night to get a little taste of the Kaulitz! I tried so hard to get his attention and I was indeed on cloud nine when he finally gave it away just like that. His beautiful brown eyes, they were hypnotizing me, what more? luring me into a dirty-sweet dream of something that I'd called as an art of love. I knew he wanted me too, even more badly than me but his lust was in control by his very own courteous law of seducing a woman. Bill surely has that bad boy look I'm totally into, with all the piercings and amazing tats on his skin but I never knew he has a pure heart of a gentleman until that night at his hotel room that changes my perception about guys.

Spending some time on the bed without getting laid nor drunk on the first night of our meeting was his ideal date night and it did confused me for a second there, roping me, pulling me in and pushing me back for his love game. Alas, he decided to stop and he revealed his true colours, showing off the vulnerable side of his, a hopeless wrecked soul longing for love and affection. I respected him and stayed for the night to let him know me better, and in exchange, he let me know him better too. Who have ever thought that there is still a certain kind of guy who wholly respects a woman and he's one of them. I can say I'm lucky to have met him because these kind of guys are getting close to extinction.

It was another Saturday night, the club was obviously stormed with a crowd of LA clubbers. I didn't care about the atmosphere anymore, I hit the dance floor as soon my body heard the rhythm and the music triggers my system to just move. I couldn't help but to dance, I blame it all on the beat. My hair swiftly bounced on my shoulder, from side to side, as my hips slowly swayed in a wave letting the music bathe me with its of pounding track. I couldn't be bothered by the crazy surroundings, all I wanted to do here was to dance the night away even if it's only by myself. I was so used to it and when a skeleton-tattooed hand suddenly grabbed my waist, my heart jumped a little, not really sure whether his touch has startled me or was it actually his presence? I could feel his warm breath in my hair and it spread out warmly to my ear. "Baby, do you know the art that your body created on the dance floor, kills me good?" In the corner of my eyes, I knew there was a cheeky smile smeared on his pierced lips.

I turned around to face him, wrapping my hands around his neck while still grooving my body to the beat. "You're late."

"But you, my angel has started the night without me." He pouted and pulled me close so that he could reach my lips for his quick greeting kiss.

"Oh really? Well, the night has just begun, my sexy devil." I winked flirtaciously and continued with my seductive dance after giving him a little push on his bare chest under another piece of his studded striking green jacket. The tank top he worn inside was designed rippedly on its low v-neck exposing that sexy ink on his chest which caught my eyes glistening immediately. Truth is, tattoos are such a killer to me! I love them especially when it was inked on a very sexy spot. He knew my weakness, he knew he was as sexy as hell and most importantly, he knew how to lure me in. Those sweet romantic dates we had for weeks may come in handy for us to get to the next level in our relationship but we both knew well that our lust was calling our names out loud, readily to unleash the inner beast within us. And tonight might just be the night.

I moved my body into a sultry gesture, he bit his lips hard as he saw me and through his eyes, I could see what he was hunger for. Me, my body. He was always a gentleman, refusing to ignite his naughty side but tonight seemed different. The way he looked at me, those stares of his filled with passion and no mercy. He smirked, having the thought of making me as his sweet cherry-topping dessert for tonight. They say these hopeless romantic people are even wilder on bed compared to those other jerks who makes love at any given time or place. I should be scared but somehow, I was rather curious of wanting to let his wild spirit free. He crossed his arms and kept his eyes locked to every moves I made. I was clearly making his level of lust pumped ferociously without even care to dwindle. Was it my fault that he lured me in first? In fact, I was just dancing myself away like always did. Maybe I wasn't aware that my moves was a bit sexier than usual or perhaps naughtier? As I came in close to him, he quickly snatched my waist in a full strength with his muscular arms, his grip was so tight that I could feel as though his nails were digging into my skin.

"Uh oh."

"Uh oh, indeed."

This time he side smirked and pulled me off the dance floor to the back of the club. "Bill, I...." He was undeniable hungry, leaving me breathless with no words left to speak, as his passionate kisses were signed, sealed and delivered to my mouth. They were wet but I fired him back anyway with my kisses. Our kisses were bizarrely wild from the last time, and he just couldn't stop, pressing his lips hard on mine, ignoring the fact he had stumbled onto a few people who were in line to get to the restroom.

The beast within him was longing to get out, oh how I want him for the night but the question is "..am i ready for it?"

Automatic.

Tears streaming down my eyes as my hands were on the wheels. The road was slippery but my car was at a very fast speed and I nearly skidded into a tree. I stopped the car immediately, trying my best to control my anger and sanity. I almost had the idea of killing myself in an accident, it could be as tragic as my love story. "Such a stupid act, I am better than this!" I tried to be strong but my heart just couldn't take it anymore. All the hurt, betrayal and broken promises, they ate me alive, it was far too dreadful for my heart to bear. Letting go of someone you love was the hardest decision ever but what if it was for the best? Love was always cruel to me. That was it, my last goodbye to a love once existed left me feeling broken ..maybe forever?

 

Bill: "Don´t be reckless with other people´s hearts. Don´t put up with people who are reckless with yours." - mary schmich june 1, 1997 #BTKapp

I woke up to the sound of myself singing, a high-pitched chorus of our first Humanoid's single alongside with a thumping thunder in the sky. Guess that, my evening nap was interrupted. Somehow, I felt a sharp pain in my heart of recalling the past. The dream was surreal, it came back reeling into my life without an invitation and that song I wrote just had to play as my soul was awaken to reality, how I hated this bizarre coincidence! I pulled the earphones away from my ears, wanting to stop the past from haunting my mind. But it was rather too late since my mind was already consumed by excruciating thoughts that I couldn't bear to handle, alas making me have a hatred feeling towards the four letter word, L-O-V-E.

"It's been 4 years." I heard Tom said out aloud.

My eyes were still shut tight but my mind was processing and it took about a few seconds for me to figure out the mystery between his lines. "Oh right. 4 years of Automatic." My fans may say it's an achievement but to me it was just a disappointment. Why did I even write it out as a song when the fact that it will only remind me of the pain shot by the one who broke my heart into pieces? Years have passed and yet, I'm still coping to live with a fragile heart. Some may say, I'm all fixed but why do I still feel broken? A single tear wet my cheek as I rubbed my eyes and slowly opened the eyelids, I wasn't sure whether I was crying or my eyes were just watery after that short nap.

"Oh Bill, were you sleeping?"
"Yeah, thanks for the alarm."
"You must have heard me, come on. Get your ass up, we're gonna celebrate, tonight!"

His face was radiant in excitement, even my own brother would want to celebrate our 4 years old Automatic. Again I'm not surprised, the single was indeed a hit. Who would ever thought it was meant to bring an old pain back for a stab? Oh wait, only me. No one in the band would actually felt the pain, they only gave the song, a life. The one who suffers all has got to me because it was originally written from my heart, reflecting the shattered pieces of me with a love I once had. Or perhaps, they have found the real meaning of love while I am still crawling to heal.

"Wake up, already! Go and get dress!"
 "Hey, okay okay!"

I finally got up and positioned myself to a sitting manner in my laziest gesture as Tom left our living room to join Ria in the kitchen who just came down from upstairs. He greeted Ria with a kiss and the way he looked her in the eyes with the feeling of love just burns a hole through my heart. I was feeling envious, not over Ria but Tom. That happy look on Tom's face I saw everyday, soothes my bruised heart little by little. If my twin could be happy when it comes to love, perhaps I could be happy too one day. Then again, my mind made me wonder, why can't I have happiness in love? Each time I've encounter one, pain was always being served, good enough to wreck my tainted heart even more. To my dismay, my soul was heavenly broken and I can't fix it.

"Bill, are you okay?"

Minutes gone by and Tom was sitting next to me, noticing him was a failure as I was lost in my deep thoughts for quite some time. I wanted to scream to his face, "don't you get it? I'm always in pain." But obviously, I didn't have the guts to even whisper the word out, it would only worries him. Instead I just carved a smile to let him know I was fine.

"Yeah, all good."

Little did everyone know, I smile to hide my pain and it slowly became automatic.

Oh, Bill!

“I came in like a wrecking ball, I never hit so hard in love …”

The perfect song to play on the radio, as I switched the channel after getting bored of radio VJs rattling on about what other celebs think of Miley Cyrus’ performance on the VMAs. Honestly, give it a rest. To be growing up in a spotlight is not easy, there’s not even a space to breathe. It’s like your stuck in a box, with eyes watching you with such scrutiny.

But why am I even talking about her, when my feelings ventured into the deepest part of my soul, where I locked that past of uncertainty and misfortune with chains and padlocks that even Houdini will find it difficult to unravel. This song; each word, each verse, has found its way to unlock that past of mine.

“Baby.”

“Yeah.”

A pair of concerning eyes pierced through me. I’ve never felt so confused in my life. To be engaged, yet how is that even blissful when your heart is on a certain verge of free falling. In love, yet with cracks in between.

A few nights ago, in the elevator that was when we first encountered after a few years and there was not a soul in with us.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

And that was it. It was enough to have my mind reliving the scene all over again whenever I’m travelling into my own thoughts. Which happens, quite so often lately. Oh no, I’m doing it again.

“Your spacing out again. Tell me, what’s wrong.”

Bill, what can I say about him? He is perfect. Apparently, all the X and Y mixed together perfectly to have this boy. He is tall, fair, and a man who knows how to dress. He has that face that you can stare all day till nightfall without getting bored. And he’s smile, yes. My, smile. A smile that can turn my world upside down. Too heavenly, a smile that could belong to an archangel. And, he’s German. Millions of girls are still mourning over his recently engaged titled. Imagine, tying the knot to a Rock Star. That doesn’t happen everyday for girls like me, seriously.

But, yes. There is a But. But, Bill is not Him.

BK Dirty Bass Series II: Turn up the Love

She glided her body sexily on me as the music were dancing to our ears. I've been dancing with her all night long and I had to admit, dancing is actually fun. Or should I say, she made it fun. I was indeed a robot on the dance floor, as my brother would always tease me judging by the fact of how my killer body would shake in a very slow motion to a very lively music. What a shame! Hence, I prefer to hang out at the booth more than actually shaking my ass under the colourful spotlights. It was from there, my eyes caught her on a particular night. She wasn't that wild with her moves but she was sexy enough to have grabbed my attention, swaying her body in a beautiful wave, like an alluring art painted on a plain white canvas and guilty as charged, I'm an absolute art lover. It surprised me that, how could others not fascinated over her? Always dancing alone every weekend, getting her body lost into the rhythm of music played in this favourite club of mine. She's like a great piece of art that nobody would even dare to touch or maybe more like Vincent van Gogh's The Starry Night, such exquisite masterpiece that none would be allowed to touch. Perhaps all of them were drunken heavily to have not noticed her. Although, I can tell that some men would rather choose a sluttier version of her to have fun and dance with. Her clothes was always sexy but in a decent way, compared to all the other girls who showed off a lot of their skin as much as possible. She didn't need to do much effort because whatever she's wearing, she will look just that sexy, especially to my eyes.

"Is it me or am I the only one who thinks she's like an angel at first class?" She seemed to be too precious, making me feel coward to get on my feet to approach her. It really got me, one night though as I couldn't see her anywhere in this club. I waited every weekend but misery was all I feel of not seeing her face again. I regretted on being such a coward and to have missed my chance to actually know a beautiful stranger. I've lost her. Hence, a party in honouring my stupidity was thrown. And how lucky was I to deserve a second chance when I saw her trapped in the middle of the packed dance floor. Did she come to laugh at me for being the stupid one here? I don't think so. All I could say, it's fate. I grinned big, looking like a clown but then my face turned horrifyingly panic as I saw her heading to the main door for an exit, I knew I just had to stop her and make her stay.

I avoided myself from talking while we were dancing intimately with each other. Was it even possible for a chatterbox like me to be all tongue-tied? I guess, I was still in quite of a shock to be slapped by the power of fate. Truthfully, a golden opportunity to feel and touch this masterpiece of art was good enough for me to turn off all the countless miseries in life that I have suffered all this while for just this one night. The current music pumped its last beat and I took her by the hand, pulled her away from the dance floor to my V.I.P booth. My friends were in a group discussion, sipping, getting drunk with the booze they ordered for the night and my twin brother, Tom was seen to being making out with his girlfriend at the corner, it was kinda disturbing but somehow, it gave me the idea to do the same thing to her as I grabbed her close and started to nuzzle under her neck with my deadly smooches. My kissing pattern grew wildly from her collarbone to her lips. As much as I hate to make this club as the spot of where I've kissed her for the first time, her lips was just too delicious for me to resist. She kissed me back passionately, and I pushed her to the couch to fired up the scene. She pursed her lips, waiting patiently for my next move. But then I came to my senses, "I don't want this." We were sober enough to know what could it lead to after this. I pulled her shoulder, motion her to stand up and she seemed confused.

"I have a better idea. Will you follow me?" I whispered to her ear, hoping she won't turn down my offer. She remained quiet but a smile was carved on her red lips. She then just nodded and I smiled back as her agreement filled up my happiness. I took her hand once again, making our way through the crowd and brought her outside using the back door. I called my driver to pick us up right away. He drove us to the nearest posh hotel that I have requested. I kept her hand tight onto mine as we exchanged smiles and stares, coyly. She looked so beautiful even in the darkness of night and I bet she would glow radiantly when the sun came up. Up on the hills, there was this beautiful hotel of where I've always stayed in just to admire the sunrise and sunset. I had my hopes high that she was really into me as how I was into her. I felt the sudden urge to bring her there, taking it as the first step to show her my world and the real me. The journey took about a few minutes for me and her to wasted it away with an utter silence but with a pinch of flirtiness that got our cheeks blushed red as our ride finally arrived on driveway of the hotel.

Room 483 was always and forever will be my favourite. I swiped the card to unlock my suite while my hand was on her waist and my lips was doing its work of magic on her lips. As the door opened, I took her into my temporary lair and pushed her back on the wall, pressing my lips even harder and gave the door a kick to close it for good. Privacy is surely a privilege. Simply dropping the access card of my suite from my hand to the floor as they went under her top and all over her sexy back. I stopped myself again before my fingers were tingling to unhook her bra. I just stared at her, deeply in the eyes and lure her with another invitation. "Come." She giggled and I could tell she was loving this love game I was playing with her.

I led her into the bedroom and as I have expected, she was in awe to see the view of the starry night sky through the sliding glass doors. "Wow, this is beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as you, angel." She just leaned her head on my shoulder and we just stood there momentarily to gaze at the beautiful dark sky. We could stay like this for the whole night but I decided to continue of where I had left on, gently lay her down on the king-sized bed. She pulled that mesmerizing smile of hers again in order to seduce me. I took off my studded jacket and threw it on the floor. She bit her lips as my loose tank top was taken off right after, with her own beautiful hands. I could feel her soft touch as she traced the tattoo on my chest. "I love your tattoo." She said. And before she could make me weak on the knees with that familiar smile again, I kissed her lips immediately and pulled her top out from her torso. I crawled on top of her and at the same time, moving us from the end of the bed to the head. She seemed so delicate with her kisses while I was hungry like an animal. "Am I too desperate of wanting to have a one night stand with her?" My mind pondered and then, I stopped again. "I really like you but I don't know your name and this isn't me, not my style. I'm sorry." I sighed after apologizing over my animal-like behavior and let myself fall next to her on the spacious bed. She gave a peck kiss on my cheek and I had the feeling she would stand up and leave me there as I rejected myself from making love to her, were her next moves. But to my surprise, she laid her head on my washboard abs and grabbed my hand to play with my skeleton-tattooed fingers. "So, what do you want to know about me?"

I had fun talking to her all night, as we were getting to know each other, also, laughing together at any chances we could get. It lasted for quite some time until both of us fell asleep. I could not wait to see her face next thing in the morning. The ray of sunlight was shining gladly and it woke me up, only to a disappointment. She was gone and I've lost her again. I knew she would run, I mean which girl would actually want a guy who is a hopeless romantic and believes that sex without love is just nothing. I let out a big sigh and headed to the balcony through the sliding doors. The sun was rising as I took a puff on my cigarette, galloping myself with pain and a feeling of emptiness. I felt as if my soul was taken away.

"Good Morning, Bill."
I suddenly heard her, it was her voice, did she just come back or was I hallucinating? I dared myself to turn around, least expecting to see her standing there but my expectation became a reality. There she was, looking twice gorgeous under the sunlight and her magenta hair was glowing heavenly. Her torso was still half naked, revealing a sexy black lace lingerie she had worn since last night. She didn't leave me after all, to my amusement she must have dropped by the suite's pantry to make some coffee as they were two mugs held by her hands. Such a lovely morning it was, to be greeted with a smile from an angel that fell from heaven.

"Oh Mein Gott, I think I'm in love."