A B S U R D I T Y

Isyana Adriani Arslan was born in Jakarta, Indonesia, on May 14 1983, making her a Taurean by Western constellation and a Miss Piggy by Chinese. She has a younger brother, Muhammad Rifqi, whom she has been teasing the hell out of since his day one on earth. Isyana is currently embarking on her third year at The University of Auckland, working her ass off on a BA in English Literature and Films, Television, and Media Studies. She is an alumna of The University of Indonesia, from which she earned a diploma in ESL in February 2005. Her passions include writing, photography, web design, graphic design, history, travels, and the list goes on...and no she does not wish to have a nine-to-five job. A fan of hers already?


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hahahah nyeh nyeh nyeh
You. Nevermind I said that. I'm happy with the way we are. Hahahaha. We. Funny I make it sound like we're together. And don't give me your favorite line, sunshine. I know. I know.
You know, at least you came back. I let you run free. You came back. And I must love you forever.
Oh and hey you...I'm not finished. Talk to me the next time we meet again alrighty. I talk just like I blog now. Well. Almost.

Listening to: nothing
Saturday, March 31, 2007, 12:45 a.m.
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and even crazier confessions....
So ok I'm kinda on PMS a'ight. Period day two. That should explain the silly stuff I do/say/write.
Fuck it Jess, fess up now. You read my blog too, am I right?
Of course! How could I be soooo effin stupid? Some say the heart is just like a wheel. When you bend it, you can't mend it. I bent your wheel and there's no way I can mend it.

Listening to: nothing
Wednesday, March 28, 2007, 10:58 p.m.
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my greatest confession yet
Dear you,

While having supper with my two mates on Saturday after Poly Fest and Norbit (yikes), they told me I had to know what I want in a guy. I said I did. They doubted that. They said if I really knew what I wanted I wouldn't be hopping from one guy to another. Being the true Taurean that I am, I persisted. I told them I wanted this guy, and would ignore my other suitors if he showed me he cared. I wanted you. Then they told me I was just wasting my time, but I didn't bother to listen to them anymore.
Yeup, you get the idea. I stray because you don't care. All these guys you read about on my blog, I wouldn't bother with them if you showed that you cared. If you ever left a comment on my blog, Myspace. If you tried to get back in touch with me. If you made sure that I'm ok.
Were you trying to punish me? Are you still trying to punish me for something I didn't do, but you thought I did? Can we get over it at all? Can we REALLY start over? Yes we've started over...but it seems to me like a half-hearted attempt. Can we get back to how we started? Can we be the way we were before that fateful day in January 2006? Pretty please...?
My mates, I guess they're right. I'm wasting my time. Wasting my precious, precious time on a guy who wouldn't care even if I end up in a mental institution trying to slit my wrist. But before I get on with my quest for The One, I need to tell you this. I need to clarify that I'm not what you think I am. Nevermind that I said I was not long ago. I was just kidding.
But aaaawww you. Cheers for everything aye mate. For the late night calls. For the weekend texts. For the e-mails. For lending me an ear. For the jokes. For offering me a seat and waving to me. For passing me that note. For the lunch. For sort of taking me under your wings. For rescuing a tearful, severely culture-shocked newbie. For touching my heart.
You know, I was stupid enough not to see the angel right under my nose. Instead I set my sight at that blonde fetishist very far away. Silly, silly. LOL.
And no matter what you've done to me, no matter what you'll do, I always have a high opinion of you.

Listening to: The Corrs - Heart Like A Wheel
Tuesday, March 27, 2007, 09:13 a.m.
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bad blast from the past
Ok. Eeeww. It's just hit me that I did a very nasty thing whilst trying on my new cobalt blue peep-toe Pulp shoes two weeks ago. Don't ask. But really I didn't think it was nasty at the time. A bit embarassing maybe, but not nasty. Oh my gosh. But that doesn't mean I've decided never to set foot at Hannah's Queen Street again. I don't care if the staff give me weird looks the next time I decide to buy shoes again (I heart Pulp!). I'm keen to prove I've taken better care of myself this time (no more dry nails LOL) and I was just being silly at the time...

Listening to: nothing
Monday, March 26, 2007, 12:29 a.m.
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update update update
Howdy people. So. I've moved to an apartment near school, and I'm so totally loving it. Freedom freedom freedom...and I feel so grown up finally handling my own electricity bill (hahahahaha) and shopping for dishwashing liquid, toilet rolls and whatnot...
And I chopped my hair. I was initially going for a bob but the stylist advised me against it saying it would make me look heaps older. So we settled for layers while keeping my hair long, but wouldn't you know it he cut my hair too short. Oh fark. But oh well. Hair grows back.
And something interesting did happen to me last night...and it doesn't have anything to do with boys. Romance-wise, that is.

Listening to: Ashlee Simpson - L.O.V.E
Sunday, March 25, 2007, 11:23 a.m.
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