Simplicity. Is. Beautiful.

I can be as deep as the ocean
Koko love. I didn't know I missed him so much until yesterday when I realized he hadn't been online for sooo long. And yesterday he popped on MSN not long after I sent him a message on Friendster asking about his whereabouts. Maybe it was my message that made him go online? LOL. Anyway, we talked a lot yesterday, about how we couldn't get along with fellow Indonesians in Berlin and Auckland respectively (that's one more thing in common). And cracked dirty jokes too, about my last ex Peter. I guess if we don't end up with each other or even stop talking to one another I'll always that soft spot for him.
I'm sorry I yelled at mum in pain last night. And that pain shouldn't be an excuse. I'm the way I am now because of her prayers.

Listening to: Bardot - Poison
Wednesday, December 14, 2005, 09:43 a.m.
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I love you so, how much you never know
I'm currently reading Strangers by Taichi Yamada. The novel is about a jaded, divorced 47-year-old scriptwriter who's haunted by his long-dead parents. I've been crazy about Japanese contemporary literature in the past three years. I've read Banana Yoshimoto, Haruki Murakami, and now Taichi Yamada. I like this kind of literature because it involves ghosts and/or the memories of dead people, bizzare plot lines, and is set in the 1980s Japan. I particularly love 1980s Japan because I always associate it to The Black Mask Rider, and The Black Mask Rider is a dear part of my childhood.
When I was writing my second English 103 essay, my tutor Ann praised my idea of comparing my essay subject, a novella about a Japanese woman who lost her husband while honeymooning in New Zealand written by Peter Wells, to Banana Yoshimoto's works which mostly have the same theme (someone missing a dead acquaintance). She said nobody else came up with such an idea, not even Sophie the literature genious who once studied Japanese. But it was only my idea she praised, not the essay...
Humans are destined to never be satisfied. I envy your executive job at Bank Niaga, you envy my going to school abroad. Fair enough. But contrary to your hoping I'll fail, I never once hope you'll get fired. What did you do when you found out I failed one of my papers? Treated your coworkers to lunch? If so, you're more pathetic than the girl who scolded me for having preferred Eurasian guys to monoracial ones.

Listening to: Utada Hikaru - Sukiyaki
Tuesday, December 13, 2005, 08:08 a.m.
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fez and koreans
I've just found out that there are two Korean movies with "Jakarta" in their titles: 1993's Honeymoon in Jakarta and 2000's Jakarta. The former's circumstances are still a mystery, but I think it's about a couple's honeymoon in Jakarta, the capital city of Indonesia. The latter, however, got good reviews (at least on Beyond Hollywood and IMDB), and on learning that the movie is about bank robbery and there's no mention about the movie being shot in Jakarta, I guess Jakarta is a word that means something in Korean. I was thinking about asking Su-hee, my Korean English 103 mate, but it dawned on me that she's flying back to her country today! She's a foreign exchange student and she's done her semester in Auckland. I can't bid her goodbye because I ran out of phone credit! I hope I'll be able to say goodbye to Eva, my other FES mate, when she's returning to Germany on the 19th. My FES mates are flying to their respective countries this month...How sad. I don't know if Atsushi's going back to Japan this month, but maybe he's doing two semesters in Auckland since he bought a car earlier last semester. Let's just hope so (I asked him about it, but he didn't reply my text.)

Listening to: Energy - You Better Not Come Home
Monday, December 12, 2005, 01:13 p.m.
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power talk
My sixth sense is still working. Either yesterday or a couple days ago I thought about my distant relative Andy and his wife, and they were here in my house until just a few minutes ago when they left. That's just one example. Know what, I tried to use my power to save Nguyen Tuong Van. I constantly pictured him celebrating Christmas with fellow inmates. Didn't work. Let's just hope I haven't reached that point yet. The point where I can use my sixth sense on my own will, for whatever purpose. So far my premonitions just come by themselves when something is about to happen.
My lost digicam chip is found! I found it in the pocket of my pink Guess? by Marciano bag! Yayness!

Listening to: Lisa Stansfield - Treat Me Like A Woman
Sunday, December 11, 2005, 10:53 a.m.
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kaga pake judul
Nothing to write. Except...anyone remembers MTV Indonesia's answer to America's Next Top Model (not really, but you get the idea...) Ajang Ajeng? One of the contestants was a girl called Anandyta Sentika, and she was my grade 11 classmate. Her most memorable scene from the model search was the one in which she was the only contestant refusing to be photographed in her tube top. Many people suspected that the show was scripted, and maybe it really was...because it wasn't like Dyta to shy away from the camera, even if she's wearing a bikini. During our high school days, I've seen pictures of her clad in mini skirts and tank tops gracing her organizer (Talking about organizers, I wonder if today's high schoolers still carry them...).
It's less than a month before summer school starts, less than three weeks before my flight to Auckland, but why oh why hasn't the summer school invoice arrived? And I wonder where my other digicam memory card is. There are lots of Auckland pics in there I want to print!

Listening to: nothing
Saturday, December 10, 2005, 01:51 p.m.
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a teenager steps out
HAPPY 13TH BIRTHDAY TO MY LITTLE CUZ NADYA! Zits, check. Stylish get-ups that include kitten heels, check. Teenlit books, check. Crush? Periods? Real bras? LOL. I remember the day I paid a visit to the one-day-old you and your mum at The Pondok Indah Hospital. It's still fresh on my mind like it just happened yesterday. I even remember the clothes I wore that day, a tee with black scribbles and a black skirt. I can barely believe 13 years have passed since then. Man...who are we to fight time.
Mischief of the day:
Ivy and her kid sister and I hung out at Plaza Senayan this afternoon. While on an elevator we met a Santa Claus with a bag of candies for little kids. The santa then gave Ivy's kid sis (can't recall the name) two lollipops, and suddenly I felt an urge to ask for a candy. So I came to the santa and boldly asked for a lollipop. At the santa's reluctance I said, "I used to be a kid too." Hahahaha...And yeah, he did give me a lollipop. Well...I knew I gave a bad impression to the little girl, because other than the Santa mischief I also told Ivy about how Johnny flirted with me today on MSN (newsflash!) about ten times...

Listening to: my parrot yakking
Thursday, December 8, 2005, 09:18 a.m.
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