Isyana Adriani Arslan has been blogging her thoughts fror all the world to see since 2001. This has landed her in hot water numerous times and - she has to admit - it affected her, yet she carries on blogging. Isyana is currently a senior at The University of Auckland, majoring in English Literature and minoring in Films, Television, and Media Studies. Previously, she studied at The University of Indonesia, from which she earned a diploma in ESL in February 2005. When asked about what she wants to do after university is over, Isyana says it's either home for good or somewhere else for post graduate school. To clarify, she's only actively pursuing the latter. More?

This is the second layout that features my (yes, back to first person now kiddos) photography. The two pictures on the left is of DFS Galleria and the toilet of The Hulu Cat Tea House, both located in Auckland CBD, Auckland, New Zealand. The other two on the right were taken in Bandung, Indonesia. One is of the traffic in Cihampelas, the city's shopping district, and the other one is of my mum holding a bag of colorful sweets (cute aye?) in the car on our way back to Jakarta.
All pictures were taken with my ancient digicam Casio Exilim, except the one of DFS Galleria - it was taken with my camphone Sony Ericsson w800i. All images, except the ones for fanlistings and quizzes, were edited on Adobe Photoshop 7.0 by yours truly. The rest of the layout was coded by me too. Don't steal.

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about a (silly) boy
Well, the fact is that we still think you're silly. Only high schoolers think you're cool, but that matters not to you anyway does it? All you're after is their fresh young bodies, whether or not they have a personality is not a matter. Ever wondered why I never talk to you when you're online?

Listening to: Tarkan - Dudu (Gulumse Kaderine Remix)
Wednesday, April 18, 2007, 01:34 a.m.

the threshold of my early twenties...
Oh man. Less than a month before my 24th birthday. That's two dozen and I'll be officially in my mid twenties. Fuck. Scared as.
Sometimes I wish I were still 21, but looking back, I'm glad I've come a long way - especially after moving to Auckland. It's a real hoot reading your blog archives and feeling disgusted, embarassed, and entertained - all at the same time. But none of that beats the need to pat your past self on the back assuring her/him everything's gonna be ok.
Looking ahead now, I feel scared as well as excited. I've no idea what awaits me. It could be anything, good and bad. But I can feel the me from the future - perhaps aged 27 - patting me on the back. Don't worry, don't worry.

Listening to: nothing
Sunday, April 15, 2007, 06:22 p.m.

oh, the growing pains of a 20something...(continued)
My high school best mate Christina has just given birth to a gorgeous, gorgeous baby boy. And I feel bad. Don't ask. Anyway, congrats on his arrival Chrissie and Ronny! He will be a blessing. And a heartthrob. I can see girls worshipping the ground he walks on in the not-so-distant future.
I hate it that my mum's started talking like my grandma. You know, talking to you like talking to some three-year-old. Like, tonight when we were talking on the phone, she talked about dad's health going downhill, and she was like, 'And so, Isyana dear, don't forget to pray five times a day. And who do we pray to, love?' Yes, like that. OH SWEET LORD HELP ME!!!
But looking at it on the bright side though, I guess she's just praticing her granny talk. She's training to be a gran. I'd say hang in there ma. Four years. Yes. Fingers crossed.

Listening to: Jordy - Alison
Wednesday, April 11, 2007, 01:59 a.m.

I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain...
Ok, I'm still amazed. I can't believe people are actually reading my crap. And trying to crack my codes too. Wow. Like, don't they have a life or something? Most of the time when I write something that looks like codes, it's because I just want to get it out of my head but I don't want to go into detail.
But at least I know I have readers, which is cool as.
So yea people...I so recommend blogging. You never know who reads your blog, you never know who you'll end up entertaining. It can be your legacy and you can be a celebrity in your own right. Like, who knows in the next 20 years a fan of your blog adapts your life into a movie...
Off topic, I miss my mum...My mama is so effin' beautiful that when I was 17 my then boyfriend, completely sober at the time, told me that he'd like to do well as my mum. Guess I should've been disgusted, but no. I was amused instead. And it's still fresh on my mind that when I was a kiddo my mum would pick me up from school and we'd spend some time at dad's office, and there his colleagues would flirt with her. Today, when I show my mates pictures of my mum they'd say she's very pretty. So yeah, when people tell me I'm a MILF in training, I think damn right I am. LOL. My mum is one, I don't see any reason why I can't be.
Oh my freakin' goodness I'm soooo lovin' this song by Celtic Woman called The Voice. Apparently the MP3 is hard to come by, but if you have one can you pretty please send it to me? I'll love you forever, promise.

Listening to: Celtic Woman - The Voice
Sunday, April 8, 2007, 09:57 a.m.

Hey everyone check this out and tell me what you think!
I'm blogging from Viv's room at the moment. Oh gosh it's like Garden of Eden compared to mine!

Listening to: Cathleen Orla - Je Sais Pas
Saturday, April 7, 2007, 04:47 p.m.

im all too human
Ok. So I screwed my first English essay. I procrastinated. I got all the ideas written down but I just couldn't bring myself to elaborate it on the essay until, well, the very last minutes. Yes. Really, seriously, what's wrong with me?
Images of the eight-year-old me are floating on my mind lately. On the surface I was the happiest kid on earth. I had about 100 Barbies. I had designer clothes. I earned A's at school. I went on family vacation overseas every semester break. But underneath it all who would've thought I hid in the school library at recess just so the other kids couldn't find me? One day Annie, the librarian, beckoned me to sit on her lap. I did. She told me I should go out there and make friends. In an instance my so-called friends' voices saying I was a coward for telling my parents and teachers about what they did to me rang in my ear. I thought Annie just didn't want to see me in the library and quickly figured out where I'd hide next. I found it. The kindergarten building. I could just pretend to look after my five-year-old bro.
Oh well. Enough reminiscing. I got a new paperdoll everyone! LOL.

Sophia Bush

Listening to: nothing
Friday, April 6, 2007, 09:27 a.m.