Y'know what, I went shopping for workwear again with mom at Taman Anggrek last night and, by golly, did I just realize my mom has always been like my own personal shopper when it comes to shopping for clothes! Usually I just wait in the fitting room half naked while my mom's out picking out clothes for me to try on. I'd like to have a personal shopper once I'm a globe-trotting career woman!
Blogging at the office now. Going home in 10 minutes.
Highlight of the day: Gege Jason emailed me his cellphone number! I didn't even ask for it! Well I did give him mine last Sat, and then he gave me a missed call (his number, of course, appeared as "private number") at about 01:25 AM last Sunday!
Thursday, July 10, 2003 03:35 p.m.


Y'know what, I went shopping for workwear again with mom at Taman Anggrek last night and, by golly, did I just realize my mom has always been like my own personal shopper when it comes to shopping for clothes! Usually I just wait in the fitting room half naked while my mom's out picking out clothes for me to try on. I'd like to have a personal shopper once I'm a globe-trotting career woman!
Blogging at the office now. Going home in 10 minutes.
Highlight of the day: Gege Jason emailed me his cellphone number! I didn't even ask for it! Well I did give him mine last Sat, and then he gave me a missed call (his number, of course, appeared as "private number") at about 01:25 AM last Sunday!
Thursday, July 10, 2003 03:35 p.m.


Ok...I've just finished Sophie Kinsella's "Shopaholic Ties The Knot". Same as the first book (I skipped the second one), this third "Shopaholic" book shows Becky's stupidity of being indecisive about her two totally opposite weddings, the New York one and the Oxshott one. However, she came up with a brilliant idea of pretending to get married at the New York wedding (so the wedding planner wouldn't sue her for US$ 100 thou) and actually getting married at her home in Oxshott, England, at the end of the book. Oh, Becky and her hubby Luke also had the funniest prenup...Buy it, for the book's worth your every penny! Am currently reading this book...
Wednesday, July 9, 2003 12:08 a.m.


God, work's been going for barely a week, but I've already missed shopping with mom or having a creambath in the afternoon. Ok, relax...this torture will end by July 31. Well, it's not exactly a torture. There's literally no tension nor pressure at the office. Everyone's nice to me, and so far no one's complained about my work. The only problem is that I'm already fed up with translating Ekin Cheng's Face to Face, coz the story's really lame (and I mean LAME...but since it's an Asian series, what do you expect?). I've been doing episodes 7 and 9, and would finish more episodes if I weren't interrupted by sudden requests of translating programs that were to be on air earlier than Face to Face. And about wearing workwear, God...how I love dressing up in work clothes! I look more mature obviously, but somehow the everyday jeans-and-tee, happy-go-lucky me seems to be there still.
Ok, on to a different topic now. You know what, upon finding this edgy site for fag blokes, I suddenly remember my slightly unusual upbringing that made me the person I am at present, a person who can easily embraces diversity (oh yea here I am being narcisistic again, so bear with me...). First, I went to this Amerasian Muslim primary school, where ethnicity wasn't a big question and gals' uniform didn't include a hijab and a long skirt. Then, still during my childhood, I went to a ballet school (Sumber Cipta), a conservatory (Yayasan Pendidikan Musik), and two English courses during my teens (EEC and EF), where the majority of the students were Chinese and I got along quite well with most of 'em. And as a kid, I was a seasoned traveler as well. By the time I was 13, I had already traveled USA, Europe (only London and Paris though), China (Hong Kong, and later Shenzhen when I was 16), Singapore, and all over Australia, not to mention several significant places in Indonesia. On to my teens when I went to a state high school whose majority of students are native Indonesians, I was (and still am) good friends with a fag bloke by the name of Nugie, and so was everybody else at school. I don't feel awkward befriending a homosexual coz one of my aunts from my mom's side of the family is bisexual, and I've known about her sexuality since I was 10. Therefore, I still wonder why some people still insist on marrying within their ethnicity, and treat every single abnormality as a curse. If these actions still continue, the next generation will be potential modern day Hitlers, and this, of course, will lead to destruction. Plus, such shallow people really won't get anywhere, literally. Diversity is all we hominid are about.
Monday, July 7, 2003 10:40 p.m.


Blogging from home now. It's Saturday for God's sake! Heheheh :)
I'm glad to be the "little part-Egyptian mistress" that he fantasizes about. That sounds kinky alright but whatever :) I'm talking about my Chinese-Irish-German crush and I say I'm his "little mistress" because we're several years apart in age. Well I'm not telling you how many years he's got on me but it's more than four. Yes, I like older men better and I've been attractive to them ever since I was four.
Y'know what, I've just realized people always guess my ethnicity, either secretly or openly. Believe it or not, when I was still at EEC, some of the teachers (all of whom were native English speakers) ACTUALLY thought I was Chinese! Maybe it was because of my very fair skin, but my eyes are DEFINITELY not slanting! Whatever happened to their eyes, I wonder? When we first met, Pipi told me I looked VERY MUCH like his mom's sister Aunt Lies, and Josie, his Scottish mate, at the same time. And just last Thursday at Keke's farewell party a bloke asked me if I was Chinese! Some people ask me if I'm part Indian (to which I say no) and if I'm part mid-eastern (to which I say yes). Some people, at our first encounter, were convinced I was full blood Indonesian, but after several encounters they asked, "Eh Nana, you can't be pure blood Indo, yes?" And strangely enough, I've never met anyone who wonders if I have a morsel of Caucasian blood, even after seeing my mom. Some people, after seeing my brother, wonder if he's my real bro since he looks totally Indian or Arab. My bro's always been mistaken for a full blood Arab or Indian ever since he was little. I remember back in December 1995 when we went to a hajj celebration thrown by a relative in Parung, the Parung natives went ga-ga over my then 10-year-old bro because they thought he was full blood Indian. Well ok, enough said. I know I sound like that obnoxious Eurasian gal who's got self-obsession written all over her every writing...
Saturday, July 5, 2003 08:42 a.m.

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