my giant shell...

goodbye my friend, its not the end

(circa 1983 - 2007)

Rest in peace, mate. Thanks for all the laugh, all the memories. I'm off to Indo in a few days, but hey, I'll see you in a much better place!

'Until the day I reach eternal sleep, that smiling face will have to stay with me without fail...'
Dearest by Ayumi Hamasaki (translated into English from Japanese)

Listening to: Spice Girls - Goodbye
Saturday, November 17, 2007, 09:26 a.m.

because I have too many things to blog about
Your EQ is 147
50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!
51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.
71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.
91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.
111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.
131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.
150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.

You're a Part Time Maneater
While you're not a black widow, you've definitely left a few guys feeling used and abused.
You're only out for fun, but sometimes you get a little carried away with your flirting.
Cute guys tend to make you lose control. You really can't help it!
You're a good girl at heart... you just can't help but let your bad girl side out sometimes!

Listening to: Nothing
Saturday, November 17, 2007, 12:10 a.m.

someones turning older than hell...
I find myself at Swensen's with dad, trying to make a decision on what ice cream to have based on the ice cream figurines in the display shelf. One of them captivates me. One that looks like it's fallen to the ground and melting off the cone.

Then darkness falls.

I'm walking down the corridors of a hospital.

Again darkness falls.

I look at pictures of a baby, only to have them snatched by a nurse.

Darkness is here.

November 15, 1985.

A companion that will be with me for a lifetime arrived just as I became aware of my existence. Just when the darkness of infancy was lifted (albeit not entirely yet), and for the first time I could talk to other people just like they'd been talking to me, though with baby language.

Happy 22nd birthday dork. Can't believe I just went stupidly poetic for you. Yikes.

Listening to: NKOTB - Happy Birthday to You
Thursday, November 15, 2007, 12:19 a.m.

the last thing i want is looking like kylie minogue from her neighbours days...
Hey everyone.
I'm completely over vintage things now...with the important exception of those I got from mutter. Oh and for the record I only have just one vintage item that I actually bought, this pink Newport dress. I don't know, I can't imagine myself donning a vintage piece that has 'I got this from K Road' written all over it. For those uninitiated, K Road is Auckland's vintage shopping heaven. It's also got the likes of gay clubs and indie gigs and when you're out for a stroll down K Road expect to bump into people that would be so at home in Paris is Burning or with the adolescent Liz Hurley. Yep, you get the idea. People that seem to have their last wash in 1986.
Don't get me wrong mkay. I still love K Road and I have nothing against its crowd. It's just that I'm so over my vintage phase and K Road is just synonymous with 'vintage'.
Moving on, I honestly am still pretty pissed off with Battered Sausage (girls: I'll disclose his identity when we catch up for The Bux). When I found out that Pretty Boy had been leading me on I just had a laugh with Jess and Jared. I actually laughed my ass off at myself for being such a twat. But when I discovered Battered Sausage had been dabbling in the same game I cried seven seas. Pretty Boy and Battered Sausage are both good actors, and I guess what made me far less upset with Pretty Boy is that I've always known acting is his tool of trade. With Battered Sausage, I didn't find out that he was an equally good actor until very recently. And damn is he a bloody good one...He even pretended to have a thing for my mate and referred to his PSP as his 'girlfriend', thus making a good job of acting single, while he's been shagging this other chick since God knows when. But anyway, with Pretty Boy far behind me and my good marks to gloat over Battered Sausage can even shag a tranny for all I care.
Happy 23rd birthday Aiko! Sorry I remember your age...See you in eight days hon!

Listening to: Nothing
Tuesday, November 13, 2007, 04:00 p.m.

one more A under my belt
Yes my bad...I freakin' scored an A for the second FTVMS 202 essay. Yet another essay that I did just the day before it was due and in tears because the damn guy played his game while I played my part (yes, that's from You Give Love A Bad Name.)
Anyway, nine days before Indo and it's been quite a semester because I've been getting better marks than usual...

Listening to: Nothing
Monday, November 12, 2007, 07:12 p.m.
19. 20. 21. 22. 23. 24. Grew up in Indonesia, currently resides in Auckland, New Zealand. UI alumna, a third year at AU doing a BA in English Literature and Films, next stop is either Yale or NUS. Into photography, world music, graphic design, and whatnot.
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The picture was taken by yours truly in Northhead, Devonport, on April 21 2007 using a Nikon D70 belonging to The University of Auckland's Photography Society. As usual, the layout was coded by me and other images except the ones for fanlistings, cliques, and quizzes were created by me as well using Adobe Photoshop 7.0. Don't steal.


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