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Isyana (Nana to Indo peeps). 23. Taurean. Auckland, Aotearoa. Second year (starting July 2006) BA at UofA. Dip. Arts holder from UI. Naturally hot-tempered but she manages. Color-coordinated most of the time. Usually knows more than she lets on. Prefers writing to talking. Good books (she doesn't read what you call chicklit and teenlit), photography, graphic design, travels, the internet. Lives in her Giordano jeans and mostly pink-hued Polo tees. Went solo to her high school prom. More?


These random images of Auckland were taken by yours truly and each has appeared in full version on DA. As with the previous layouts, this one was coded and designed by me, best viewed on IE 5.0 or higher and 1024.768 resolution. Stealing is very strictly prohibited. Past layouts?


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Am I Annoying
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liar liar pants on fire...
Hey you. Yeah you. The three of you. The bloody lot of you. If you don't like me say it to my face. If you think I'm a stalker say it to my face, too. Don't tell me bullshit. No, you won't break me by telling the truth.
Shit man. I don't want anything to do with you guys anymore.

Listening to: nothing (too angry for music)
Friday, September 15, 2006, 09:30 a.m.
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scary quiz
You Communicate With Your Ears
You love conversations, both as a listener and a talker.
What people say is important to you, and you're often most affected by words, not actions.
You love to hear compliments from others. And when you're upset, you often talk to yourself.
Music is very important to you. It's difficult to find you without your iPod.

How Do You Communicate?

Hahaha scary...This is soooo true! Sooo me! My Iriver (not Ipod, but since they're both MP3 players...) is the bestest mate I could ever ask for. It's the only one that makes solitude feel like a brand spanking new pair of Manolos. Yes I talk to myself a lot. Going Hamlet, I call it. And not only when I'm upset. It's nice to have your own soliloquy. Yes I'm a good listener, because I'm attentive and non-judgmental. But I don't think I'm a good talker. And yes I like words better than actions in some way, maybe because I'm just insensitive to the latter. As for words of praise, who doesn't love them?

Listening to: Tarkan - Come Closer
Thursday, September 14, 2006, 12:03 a.m.
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much anticipated updates...
Ahahahaha looook what I found! Nah, can't share it with the bloody lot of you. It's something that you would give your balls for. Go figure.
Anyway, essays are out nowadays, and the results aren't very satisfactory, as always. My Shakespeare essay is out and I got a bloody C+. My first FTVMS 200 response paper got 5 out of 10 and there's no fail mark in the marking sheet. One avarage, two good's, and two excellent's. But I'm sooo gonna re-write those two. If I could get an A last semester I see no reason why I can't get two A's...
I don't expect much from my English 220 essay. I was running out of time when I was doing it because the bloody laptop fuckin' crashed about four hours before it was due. It's still a wonder how I managed to finish it and actually hand it in just before the due time. My only hope is the English 240 one. My tutor Rose said the draft alone was worth a B...
Right. Need to get back to my second response paper, on Orientalism. It's due in an hour. Catch ya later people!
Oh, and there was a Uniguides Celebratory Night last Monday, and guess what I FORGOT my memory card! Bloody hell. Holy crap. But I took a picture nonetheless (the camera memory can save up to 15 pictures, I guess). Only one. Which is so unsual of me. I'll put it up on either Myspace or Friendster later.
Also...I'm tired of this layout but I can't whip out a new one in the near future. What with two essays and a response paper coming up and that I'm gonna re-write all of my previous essays (if the other two get C's and I can re-write them)...
Catch ya later people! For serious now.

Listening to: Tarkan - Start The Fire
Wednesday, September 13, 2006, 12:57 p.m.
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whee
OMIGOD OMIGOD LOOKIE! My Myspace has a new look, and it's all by MEEEEHHHH! It's true that I got the codes from one of Vera Wang Princess' Myspace templates, but the background, navigation bar, and online signifier are by yours truly. So. Whatcha think?
I feel like the token exotic gal in an old, Hayes code-driven Hollywood movie. I feel like saying, 'Look at me! I'm exotic. I come from a far away land you possibly never heard of before we met. I worship a different god. I speak a different language. And don't you just like it that my raven hair naturally contrasts with my light skin? She's mundane. She's the type of gal you've known all your life,' to him. But the again, our 'budding romance' is like that in an old Hollywood flick, yes? So yea, I know how we'll end up. Before long you'll realize I'm not (and will never be) good enough, and you hook up with one of your own kind. Preserving good, traditional values.

Listening to: nothing
Saturday, September 9, 2006, 11:38 p.m.
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todays chosen confessions
One more to watch me. One, if not a few. Now I REALLY, REALLY do have to choose my confessions. But that's no big deal.
To my beautiful hazel-eyed god that one could mistake for a girl. Yeah, you! Hahahaha...Please, no more of those hints, obvious or subtle. When I see you next week ask me to talk in private, then pop the question. Yes, you heard me right. I'm all yours, if you haven't already noticed. And the moment you 'ask me for my hand' would be one of the most treasured in my life.
I hate them because because they're pretty. There, I'm being brutally honest. They convince everyone that all you need in order to survive in life is beauty. Beauty alone. All they have to do is look cute and the rest will be done for them. I'd like my daughter (if I have one later) to be like them, but then again I reckon it would be hard for her to prove that she's more than just a pretty face...

Listening to: Tarkan - Over
Friday, September 8, 2006, 01:03 a.m.
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nightmare
Omigod. This can't happen. My nightmare is about to come true. Please don't let this happen.

Listening to: nothing
Wednesday, September 6, 2006, 01:07 p.m.
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