A 21-year-old immature-looking girl. She's technically mixed, but Indonesian by birth and nationality. Many deem her hyperactive, but she doesn't give a damn. She's scheduled to graduate from The UI in February 2005, and fly to New Zealand for more of higher learning in June. Her favorite past times are taking online quizzes, reading, and surfing on the net. Other than being a wacky bespectacled blogger, she's also a clique and fanlisting whore.


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on how life is...not really
Come on dearies! Show me love. Even if you don't mean it, I'll be forever indebted.
I wish there were somebody who would be willing to chase whoever dares mess with my mind and my heart and beat the crap out of them. But then again, it's just a wishful thinking. And will be for eternity.
I need to learn to meditate. Maybe, just maybe, that way will I learn that love is strictly for dummies, not for bespectacled deep thinkers who attend top universities.
Now I believe that on the day we met, God was the peak of Its wrath.
On a mucho mucho brighter note, happy birthday to my good bank employee, provacative bass player, faithful and playful hubby, diabetes sufferer cuzzie Echa! LOL. Cheers to all the best things coming in your 28th year!
Friday, January 14, 2005, 12:34 a.m.
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I'm not depressed.
Oh boy. Looks like we're fighting over the same toy, are we not? *chuckles* See, I should be nominated in the best actress category of this year's Academy Awards.
Hug me, everyone. Kiss my forehead. Play with my hair. Seriously, any sign of affection will do.
Or better yet, dial +62 815 887 4910. Tell me I'm the prettiest girl on the face of the earth. Tell me I'm worth more than a billion bucks. Tell me I'm desirable. Tell me sweet nothings. I'll be eternally grateful.
YES PEOPLE, I HAVE GONE MAD.

And TO YOU
Yes, you. Don't pretend not to know who I'm talking to. Why, you must be a pretty hollow person, for you clearly have everything I wish I had, yet you get your deepest satisfaction by hurting me. Or, TRYING to hurt me. I know you think you're strong, and therefore so am I. Just because I've made your shoulders soggy with my tears, does NOT mean it's easy to break me. Let me prove it. The only time I will surrender is the moment you are able to walk over my corpse.
Thursday, January 13, 2005, 09:47 p.m.
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fun fun fun...
I had one entire day of super fun yesterday! Well my mates at the English department (from the batches of 2000-2004) wanted to have a gathering and a celebration of last September's graduation, so we decided to go to Dufan (probably the country's biggest amusement park) and then to our grammar lecturer Ma'am Gerda's abundant villa in Puncak (in which the kids from my batch (me included) had a farewell back in July...or was it June?). The kids were to stay in the latter for a couple of days, but since I oppose the idea of sharing just a few bathrooms with a great many people I decided not to partake in the sleep-over. However, I did stay in a villa for a little while before heading home to Jakarta.
Speaking of my time at Dufan, once I arrived I was so excited to get on my fave rides, the adrenaline-pumping ones. And the first ride I was eager to take was the boat swing, which is located the nearest to the entry gate. But as soon as the ride started playing I was like, "Good grief!" and I was the same towards the other rides. It was either the rides were played at a crazier pace than I remembered (my second to last visit to Dufan dated back to October 2002) or it was the effects of my ripe old age of 21. Oh, and not to mention the cold that has been nesting in me since Christmas (I've been to the doc but the drugs didn't work!). Almost everytime I got off a ride, I felt like my bones were broken and a fierce headache attacked my head, but fortunately I didn't vomit. Am I really getting old and weak, or was it just my flu? Many people assured me it was the latter.
Ok...pics of the outing later. I've decided to make a picture section in this blog so there will be no more photologs.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005, 11:39 a.m.
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you'll survive, true survivor oh darwin star...
Happy 18th birthday to Freddy's bro, whatever your name is! Actually I've contemplated to buy you a present (found one that I thought you might like), but I don't want your biggie bro to think I try to bribe you, hence this mere wish. And since we are yet to meet up, I hope you're as gorgeous as ihr groz brüder. Hehehehe :)
Ok. I'm prepared for the worst. I'm going to Marcel's party this Sunday for Marcel and Orchid, thus I'm not afraid. I don't care that Jasmine, Marcel's cousin that Fred's said to fall for, will be present. I don't care if I find the bloody Dietrich on a corner canoodling with a chick. I don't even care if he will act like I'm not around. I'm ready. Try me.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005, 07:24 a.m.
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superficiality
Aiko! Aiya! You're back and I can't be happier! It's a sad thing that you have to discontinue Jegeg but at least you're back in the wonderful world of blogs. There are not many veteran bloggers (by veteran bloggers I mean people who started blogging in or before 2001) around lately...Well there are some, but most of them have resorted to LJ. And perhaps we're the only ones staying on Pitas! LOL.
Talking about blogs, it's amazing how in the past year, blogs have morphed into more just personal spaces. Readers are now called visitors, because they come to those personal websites (which were formerly known as blogs) not just to read the owners' ramblings but they're also given stuff to kill their time on. Most of the time, I guess those visitors come to this kind of websites to look for a particular something, such as tutorials, wallpapers, etc. Before 2004, people visiting a blog ought to be happy only with the owner's self indulgence, which, to be brutally honest, most of them weren't so interested in...
Anyway, I was a teen-aged designer stuff ho, and now even though now I'm much less so, for this moment that superficial ho in me is resurfacing. LOL. I have lots of bags (not because I have a bag fetish mind you), but only a few of them are branded. Let's see...A Versace bag that my dad got me in Italy for my 21st birthday, 2 Guess? bags dating back to my mid-teens, 2 Elle bags (one of them was passed on to me by mum), a Mango bag that my mum bought me for my 21st birthday, 3 Esprit bags (also remaints of my adolescence), and an Aigner bag (another hand-me-down from mum). LOL. And yes, they're all real.
Monday, January 10, 2005, 12:37 a.m.
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