When your singing career is nonexistent and your husband has taken up raping maids as a hobby, it's definitely time to admit yourself into the Helen Sparingga Mental Institution For Wannabes and Hasbeens.

All the more reason if you're starting to dress like a mishmash of Disney characters gone awry. First, there's Pocahontas clad in cheap plastic trinkets and glossy satin undershirt. If that's not bizarre enough, you top it off with Aladdin's turban plus a long tail that looks like an anorexic guling hanging off the back of your head.

I never thought I'd say this, but looking at this deranged incarnation makes me yearn for the good old days, when you still had a career as a social reject of Janet Jackson's Rhythm Nation. At least back then you still had the ability to give us one of the best Indonesian pop songs of all time. You know, the one that goes like this:

Inikah oh namanya...
Imaniar jadi gila
Mengapa...
Semua begitu
Eneg dilihat
Begitu geli dipandang
Seolah...
Dia ingin ikutan lenong
Tapi dia enggak tahuuu...
Maaluuuu...
Tak tau malu...
Tak tau malu...


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