Nana. Twenty-friggin-two. Aucks and J-town. University freshman. Family includes a weekend dad, a neat freak mum, and a 20-year-old bro currently studying in Tokyo (relocating to Ibaraki in March). Romanced by no one (as of October 2005.) More?
The usual stuff: Self-designed, 1024.768, no stealing. Past layouts?
jet lagListening to: Enya - Amarantine
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!! I'm back in Auckland now, talk about jet-lagged to the max. I was initially thinking of strutting down the street to Countdown to do a little shopping but changed my mind because safe as New Zealand is known to be, the chance of appearing in "missing" columns due to walking down a deserted street in the middle of the night is not slim. At the moment I'm trying my best to resist the temptation to eat as I need to get to my ideal weight to 57 kilos. I've had all my zits removed and I need to my high school slim figure back. I love the idea of new year, new me...
Darren, don't get me wrong...I love the poor girl. As for the "drunk" part well that's the rumor that's been going on for the past ten years. However, whether or not she was really drunk, it STILL was an accident. She didn't crash her car and get killed on purpose did she? LOL. And yes I'd love to delete the word "drunk" from my Nike Ardilla post, but problem is it's been forever since archived and Pitas doesn't allow its users to edit archives. Pretty sucky aye!?
Sunday, January 1, 2006, 02:21 a.m.
the journey home is never too long...Listening: Sarah Brightman - The Journey Home
Hey y'all! I'm going back to Auckland today. Hitting the road for the airport in 1,5 hours. See ya in Kiwiland!
Friday, December 30, 2005, 12:32 p.m.
beteListening to: Evanessence - Going Under
Uh-oh. PMS is here. Dirty hair, 24/7 hunger, and of course, the mood swings. Rub me the wrong way and I'll do you like an Aztec priest did a human sacrifice.
You know what I loathe at the moment? Twenty-year-olds who are overtly confident about how they want to live their lives. Surely they've never heard of quarter-life crisis.
EDIT: My parents and I had dinner at Jalan Sabang's American Grill (formerly known as Sizzler) tonight. While we were eating, there was a bunch of little girls (ages ranging from around 7 to 13) wearing hijabs, and one white adult guy among them wearing a peci (that's what Indonesians call the little hat Muslim men wear) outside. Before long, it was clear what the group was up to. The little girls pestered passers by for money and every now and then one of the girls gave the money to the white guy, who sat on a corner trying to hide himself (with little success, of course.) Obviously there's something really fishy about the bule guy and his beggar wee girls. There are just too many questions surrounding them. What the hell is a white foreigner doing in Jakarta, pretending to be a Muslim (most likely) and making hijabbed little girls (and only girls) beg for him, to begin with. I'm reporting this to my police officer cousin first thing in the morning.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005, 04:21 p.m.
heehListening to: Crystal Kay - Kouni Ochitara
Aaaaawww Tiara, thanks for the compliement! You know, I love it when kids love me. LOL. I remember when I was 15 I showed up to a family reunion in a Tweety overall and my wee little cousins ran to me shouting, "Look, look, I'm wearing Tweety too!" BTW, I'm not a Libra, but my mum is. October 2.
Novi, if I didn't suck real bad at Dreamweaver I would love to make complicated layouts. But basically I like my stuff simple.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005, 10:10 a.m.
kritik sana kritik siniJust because someone is honest to someone else (In my case, my housekeeper to my parents) doesn't mean s/he is also honest to you.
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE! If you know me and I know you check your mailboxes...I sent a self-made card last night.
I don't like it when people respond to criticisms like this: "Can you do better?" or "Can you do it at all?" Well first of all think of a restaurant, say a French cuisine one. The foods there are nowhere near delicious, so naturally you won't come again even if you don't know anything about French foods. It's the same thing for criticisms. Your critics don't need to know anything about the subject of criticism, but everyone's blessed with senses that are enough to produce constructive criticisms. And hey, the criticisms prove that people DO pay attention to your work and that they care about your development. That amounts to appreciation, right? Believe it or not some of my artworks at Deviant Art don't get any views at all...
Lessons of the day:
Always do your shopping yourself.Listening to: Duh...still nothing
Sunday, December 25, 2005, 10:03 a.m.
and the war continues...Listening to: Nothing
A few days ago there was a talk show that featured some sort of a Christian missionary. She's a rich woman who adopts many underpreviledged (is that how it's spelled?) children and treats them like her own. In the show there was also Ratih Sanggarwati, a former model who's now a Muslim women's magazine editor and Muslim style expert (she's written about three wearing-hijab-in-style books, and all became best sellers.) When the "missionary" woman (I forgot her name) was talking, the camera shot Ratih and she had on her face a weird expression. I knew exactly what she was thinking and frankly I don't blame her. No, this had nothing to do with my so-called sixth sense.
Saturday, December 24, 2005, 07:37 a.m.
new layout ehehListening to: Nothing
New layout! Not finished yet, as ya can see.
It's eight days until I fly back to Aucks. I'm a bit nervous about the flying part though. This is gonna be the second time I fly on my own and this time, unlike my flight from Auckland to Jakarta, there won't be anyone I know. Most of my fellow Indo stundents aren't taking summer school.
Thursday, December 22, 2005, 09:44 p.m.