Simplicity. Is. Beautiful.

wondering in the winter light
Just drop by The Commons to say:
WOO HOO! EXAMS ARE ALL DONE WITH! AND I REALLY AM LEAVING ON A JET PLANE FOR INDO! IT'S OFFICIAL! YA HEAR ME? O-F-F-I-C-I-A-L!
Calling my homegirls and boys! Roll out the red carpet, throw the party...I'm heading home! LOL. And yes, my Indo haters, you can start kissing both sides of my tush again.
This afternoon Adeline and her mate Melina took me the office of Nu Skin, a range of beauty products distributed through multilevel marketing, just like Oriflame. When these two fellow Indo gals took me to see Paul Cooke, one of the company's execs, all of a sudden my sickness of this kind of business got to the peak. He explained that I could earn 62 grand a week without getting out of bed if I could get as many people as possible to be my downlines. Either that or I could just sell the products. The same process I went through many times regarding any multilevel marketing business. Then the Cooke dude suggested I get my body and face scanned to see whether or not the vitamins I've taken work, after claiming that Nu Skin products are the best in the world. The same crap all over again. You know, even though I did earn about Rp. 1 million a month (really not much if the currency is Dollar and you get your salary on a weekly basis but I'm talking Indo) with Oriflame without having to wake up with the rooster, wearing formal clothes and coping with bitchy coworkers, guess what, I WANT A REAL CAREER. I don't care if I earn much less than a top Amway direct distributor, since basically I love working so hard, hard enough to break all my bones. Oh man you have no idea how good it felt when for the first time since graduating from The UI, in one of my early days at UofA, I came home from school with a backache from carrying a heavy backpack and a smile because I had a good day discussing in tutorials. So, the thing is to go down with multilevel marketing business. It's always the same old trick: members trying to get you in by telling you it's not multilevel - just some INTERESTING venture, company exec explaining that you can be the third Hilton sister provided that you can recruit many people into the company and/or sell its products, members giving testimonials that within a month of joining they earn more than their one-year salary in their 9 to 5 jobs (that doesn't necessarily have to be true, of course) and that the company's products are indeed the best in the whole universe. Ha. Every product on God's earth is good and I'm content with the way I am.

Listening to: Linda Ronstadt - Winter Light
Thursday, November 10, 2005, 07:06 p.m.
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fight the powers that be
On Sunday when I was on my way to the bus stop from The Napiantos' house, three little boys - one white, one East Asian, and one Indian - teased me. They said greetings in various languages ("Mabuhay!" "Sawadeekaa!" "Namaste!" "Hello!"). After I stopped walking and took off my Iriver earphones the East Asian one asked me where I was from. First he tried Thailand, and I said, "Uh-uh. Not even close." Then the boys tried a lot of other places including Tokyo and New York (LOL), and because I needed to hurry I gave in and told the boys I was from Indonesia. Upon learning that I was Indonesian, the Indian boy said, "You know, my dad's a Malay." Cool, he should've tried "Apa kabar" when he and his fellow tykes greeted me.
Fuck. FTVMS exam is TOMORROW and still haven't studied well. I've just realized that the star system - one of my two topics of choice - is related to the studio system and I haven't got on the latter! Oh well. Gotta study harder...gotta study harder...

Listening to: Public Enemy - Fight The Power
Wednesday, November 9, 2005, 07:54 a.m.
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cowok barunya nana
Omigod! I'm in love I'm in love I'm in love! LOL. With a new guy. Hahaha...I still have a crush on Casey though, but nowadays I've been thinking less and less about him but more and more about the guy. Um...he knows this blog exists and probably reads it too, so I can't give out his particulars...
This guy and I have a lot in common, more than I thought. Maybe we were actually siblings, but each was adopted by a different pair of parents? LOL.
Oh well. Gotta get back to study. Can't study well nowadays and exam is the day after tomorrow! And I haven't made an appoinment with a consultant from Job Search...
EDIT: Fuck. This hatred comes bugging me again. Man I loathe, detest, despise, and resent that Asian chick from the Faculty of Arts info center. I believe she's the type of person who wouldn't give the seat next to her on a bus even to an elderly lady just so she can put her stuff on it.

Listening to: Ashlee Simpson - Didn't Steal Your Boyfriend
Tuesday, November 8, 2005, 08:09 a.m.
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meh
Unbeknownst to me before Irene pointed it out, I've been writing very laughable CV and application letter according to NZ standard. And little did I know that GPA of 3.03 meant absolutely nothing to Kiwis. Hah! Fortunately for me, I just had to fill out application forms when I applied to Starbucks and KFC...Now I have to make an appoinment to see a career advisor from The University Job Search.
It's official. I'll be jetting home sweet home on November 12, FIVE DAYS FROM NOW BABY! Roll out the red carpet...
EDIT: Four reasons why I HATE INDONESIAN MEN:

  • If a girl seems to be smarter than they are, they'll do anything to make her feel bad unless they're interested in her (at first I thought this was the case of all men in the world, but when I thought of foreign male mates, none of them has this trait).

  • Their idea of an ideal wife is someone who stays at home, minds the kids, the household...and themselves. How very behind! The wife's hands are so full with the kids already, and you expect her to pack and cook for you? Seriously, god didn't give you two hands for nothing! Well I know you'll say, "But my wife/mum doesn't mind!" Yeah right. Ever wondered why she snaps at you a lot?

  • This happens to me soo many times. If they don't understand me, instead of being honest and asking me what I mean, they bash me. Even after I explain myself, they're waayyy too ashamed to admit they got me wrong and apologize and carry on bashing me. When it comes to my blog, they flame because they get me wrong. And they get me wrong because they don't understand my English. Make use of your dictionary, honey. Look up the words you don't understand, then you can flame me.

  • They're hypocrites! They would recite with perfection how The Koran says Allah will stick red hot picthfork up your tush in hell if you wear a mini skirt, but they whistle at random girls wearing the same clothing item. They tell you it's very impolite to crack a dirty joke, but wouldn't you know it, they exchange dirty jokes among themselves. It's good to practice your religion, but I want my man to have a little bit of sass. I don't want an ulema in disguise in the house.

  • Then again, if god has an Indonesian dude in mind for me who am I to decline...But it had better be a MODERN Indonesian man.
    EDIT II: Oh man I fuckin' hate that Faculty of Arts info center staff member...the Asian woman. She's paid to be nice to all students, including new international students who are still trying to get used to the school as well as the country. Thus what's wrong with answering a couple of really simple questions nicely? The lady obviously thinks I'm the dumbest student in the faculty, perhaps even in the whole school. I remember when school hadn't yet started she pulled a face when she saw me coming towards the counter, returning to the office to complete my enrolment. She was clearly fed up with helping me put classes to my schedule on Ndeva the day before. Well, she'll change her mind when I strut to the office to register for the autumn graduation ceremony, about two years from now. Damn I can't wait for that moment.
    There's something wrong with my ticket. Now I'm not sure whether I can fly on the 12th or not, but whatever date it is I'll still be heading home this month.
    Caleb and Stallone: I love you men.

    Listening to: Chantal Kreviazuk - Dear Life
    Monday, November 7, 2005, 01:00 a.m.
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    huhm...
    Jean: But why? My black and white craze hasn't faded yet and I don't know when it will. Sorry mate, but you have to put up with it. LOL.
    Caleb, what? Radio Raheem? He's nowhere like you at all! He's an anti social whose life revolves only around his huuuge boombox and you're such a social butterfly! LOL. But yea we all have extremities within us. I prefer having the comment on your blog, but the comment book thing never works.
    Newsflash! I'm probably off to Indo on the 12th, which means next week! I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait! LOL. I've talked about it with mum, and even though she hasn't okayed it I brought up lots of things to consider. Like, if I fly home on the 26th as previously planned, my bus passcard is expired on the 16th and since there's a raise in bus fares so I'll need 99 dollars to recharge my card (from 81 dollars!!!), for example. On the other hand, I feel I'm not ready to part with Auckland that soon, albeit for only 1,5 months. I hate packing, and I've started to feel an emotional bond with this boring little city. Oh well. Can't seem to make up my mind nowadays.

    Listening to: Dewi Gita - Penari
    Sunday, November 6, 2005, 08:15 a.m.
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    layout baru
    Tadaaah! New layout baby!!! Ya like?

    Listening to: Geri Halliwell - Mi Chico Latino
    Saturday, November 5, 2005, 11:17 p.m.
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