Hey! There was an election yesterday, and it was the first time I could participate! Last time my country had an election was 1999 (Indonesia has a general election every five years) and I was 16, not old enough to vote (here the legal age is 17). So yeah, you can say I was rather excited about my first election! But the thing that kind of put me off is the fact that this election was much more complicated than the previous ones. There used to be only one SMALL ballot with only the pictures the political parties, but this election...THREE BALLOTS, one of which is SO HUGE. That big one contains the pictures of only non-party future members of the house of the representatives, and the other two the pictures of the parties and their long list of the names of future house of representative members, each of the latters presented a different kind of house of reps from the the other. Confused? Me too. Don't ask me for further explanation, I'm not that political.
Jean, I really wanna meet ya as well! I don't want you to be my other Jeffie, know what I mean? LOL. BTW, you seriously have to consider putting your tagboard back up, coz I found some Medan people on Pitas, and I told them about your weblog. They did visit your weblog, and later they came back to me complaining they couldn't leave you a message. And on a different note, if my crush - who's three months my junior - asks me to be his lady, we'll have yet another thing in common!
Tuesday, April 6, 2004, 12:22 p.m.


This entry is dedicated to Cucan...

CUCAN, I'M PROUD TO SAY I WAS YOUR PUPIL! Not only did you inspire me to tell my stories to the world (whether or not they like it...), you also helped me get started with a REAL blog, taught me tables...And look at me now! Although I still can't whip out layouts as cool as yours to date, my current layouts are MUCH MORE complicated than the ones I used during my starting out days in 2002. And everytime I look at your No Chicken Design, I'm encouraged to produce even more complicated, better-looking layouts. Thanks for everything, gal!
Monday, April 5, 2004, 02:05 p.m.


Well guess what, I didn't buy that pink tote back. It's quite a long story, but I'll tell ya. So I saw that bag at a bazaar, at which there was also a cosmetic counter which sold Oriflame products. I stopped by, and after a few minutes of pondering, I asked the counter assistant to save me a bottle of coconut conditioner. I told her I'd take it on Friday. On the way to my car, I walked past a counter that sold fancy girly stuff and my eyes fell on that bag. I stopped by, asked the counter assistant about the price, and decided to buy the bag on Friday when I'd come back to the bazaar to buy the conditioner. I didn't tell the counter assistant to keep the bag for me. But on Friday, thinking that the conditioner had already cost me a lot of money (and that bag even more), I dropped the decision of purchasing the cute pink tote bag. The bag was still there though, no one had purchased it yet. I didn't care that it was the last day of the bazaar and someone else might snatch the bag. I hope I can buy an equally good bag next month after I receive my monthly allowance (yes, I'm still living off my parents despite my 20 years, and will continue to do so if I go on with my plan of backpacking to Australia after graduation and take a master's degree in either Ireland or Malaysia afterwards. Shame on me, I know).
On a totally different note, my music school is holding a student concert on the 19th. I was asked to participate, and until this moment I don't know what song I'm going to play. But I'm not gonna play one of those bloody Minuets for sure. It's gotta be one of my pop collections! You know what, the thing about concerts is, I always feel excited about them when they're still about a couple of weeks away, but then there comes nervousness five days to the concerts.
This is for a few certain people: If you can hate me with no particular reason, I can do the same.
Monday, April 5, 2004, 10:00 a.m.


I dunno what's come over me these days. My parents' have been gone to West Borneo since Monday, and I'm fine without them, except that I haven't been eating properly. Since my parents left, my housemaid has been cooking "insufficiently edible" food, or meals consisting mainly of soup and fried chicken. That's why I often skip dinner nowadays, if I'm too tired or busy to eat out after getting home from school, or eat unfilling light meals. Like this moment for example, I'm having Honey Stars instead of rice for dinner. And too add to the problem, not only is our housemaid to busy with the entire house and her bratty 7-year-old son (so she can't be bothered to cook other kinds of food), but I also I don't know exactly what I want to eat at home. Therefore, I often eat out, and this leads to my being prodigal. You see, I spent about Rp. 400 thou within two weeks, mostly on eating out.
I also worry about being more prodigal, blowing money on things other than food. Today for example, I bought a necklace with a pinkish pearl to match my mostly pink clothes. Last week I spent some money on an imported milk and honey soap bar and a beauty workshop fee. And tomorrow I'm going to buy that pink tote bag I've been having my eyes on. Oh god. This needs to stop, seriously. No more shopping after the bag!
Wonder if I've grown an allergy to lace lately? The lace on my new bras cause rash on my skin. Not serious rash, but enough to annoy me with the itch.
Thursday, April 1, 2004, 11:52 p.m.


I saw Along Came Polly at PS last night. A typical American comedy. Wonder why Jennifer Aniston never graduates to totally serious roles like Angelina Jolie's characters in Tomb Raider and Girl, Interrupted. She always lands in Rachel-like roles so far. I guess that's her specialty, which is good for her. However, I think a comedian has to play a serious role once in a while, like Rosie O'Donnell in Harriet The Spy and Jim Carrey in The Truman Show. It's a way to show the audiences that they can do more than act funny. Well...all in all, I don't really recommend the movie, because it kinda grossed me out. I didn't find the close-up and slow motion scenes of mouth bleeding and Reuben colliding with sweating hairy basketball player funny. But the only thing about the flick that cracked me up the most is Claude's "happy as a hippo" quote!
I guess I'd better hit the road.
Tuesday, March 30, 2004, 10:50 a.m.