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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?


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so emotional...
FUCK DON'T EVER TELL ME A GODDAMN LIE! I ALWAYS FIND OUT LATER, IF I DON'T ALREADY HAVE A FEELING YOU'RE FEEDING ME BULLSHIT OR KNOW THAT IT'S BULLSHIT. I MIGHT SEEM SLOW, BUT IT'S PURELY BECAUSE I DON'T SPEAK ENGLISH AS WELL AS YOU NATIVE SPEAKERS.
Correction. There IS something worse than realizing you wore ugly get-up in the day before you go to sleep. Imagine having to having to refrain from sharing your knowledge with the world, most probably for the rest of your life.
Ok, ok. I need affection. No no, worse than that. I CRAVE affection. +64 21 074 3201. Comfort me, yell at me like that random guy did at Gloria Jean's a couple days ago, help me decide whether to spend summer home or stay, whatever. Don't just stand there and stare for Pete's sake.
Kiwis. I don't know, but it looks like the longer I live here the more terrifying they seem. One year and seven months (until my graduation, hopefully in April 2008) left and I'm out of here.

Listening to: nothing (too angry for music part 2)
Friday, September 22, 2006, 11:03 p.m.
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just a thought...
I like to think they named their play and its protagonist after me. They most likely didn't, but a bit of self-flattery never hurts anyone. As long as you keep it to yourself, that is.
You know, there's no worse thing than realizing you left home today wearing what could possibly be described as the world's ugliest clothes just before you hit the sack. Well in my case it wasn't that bad, it's only that I should've pulled my leggings up a bit but oh my goodness that cardigan! I'm sooo putting it in a clothing bin one of these days!

Listening to: nothing
Thursday, September 21, 2006, 10:15 p.m.
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hotel talk
Rav: To hell with Tom. You've got that cute Nammer wagging his tongue at you.
Me: Viet? Sod him. He's a kid, only 19.
Rav: Woohoo boytoy!
Hahahahaha...Yea, what is it with me attracting younger guys? And what is it with me, a Taurean, attracting Aquarian guys? I don't know about Viet's starsign, but most guys that I attract and have been attracted to are Aquarians. If you're into zodiacs, you know damn well that Aquarius and Taurus are a disastrous combo.
Tom. He's got eyes like my 11-year-old cousin Ailsa's. Sharp and clear. The only difference lies in the color. Tom's eyes are hazel and Ailsa dark brown.
Duuuuudddeeees check this out yo! This cute Greek hotel's got my middle name! If I ever go to Naxos Island, where the hotel's located, I soo definitely will stay there! I basically have a thing for cute boutique hotels. Big hotels are soo boring with their monotonous decorations. I already have a fave boutique hotel, which is Geulis Hotel in Bandung, West Java, just a two-hour drive away from Jakarta. Have stayed there once. And next time I go to Singapore I wanna try Hotel 1929. This gorgeous boutique hotel with a touch of history (a huge bonus point with me) once made Time's list of the best budget hotels in the world. Cool eh? Since 1995 whenever I jet to Singapore with my family I've always stayed at The Meritus Mandarin, but as much as I love the hotel I wanna try something new and Hotel 1929 seems like an irristable choice! Hahahaha...
Talking about hotels, it saddens me that my fave hotelier has just quit blogging...again. I know she'll be back again - she's been blogging on and off since 200 - but how long should I wait? LOL.

Listening to: Jessica Simpson - A Public Affair
Tuesday, September 19, 2006, 11:41 a.m.
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rants rants rants...all i wanna do is rant...
This is not Isyana. This is Miss Crankypants, her alter ego, talking. Yes people I'm gonna rant about the stupid things my fellow Indos from back home did to me. I might come across as haughty and you might be tempted to flame me, but flame me do. I won't give a flying fuck.

  • My mum's been nagging me to apply for a permanent residence, so that in the near future I can sponsor my cousins to go to university.

  • Excuse me! I've been here for over a year yet guess what, I still don't feel right at home. Yes yes I might speak good English and all but good English alone isn't enough to break the CULTURE BARRIER. For one, Kiwis drink and I don't. Kiwis are terrified of friendly people and I don't. I can go on and on...And don't even get me started on the fact that most malls and shops are closed by freakin 8 PM most of the time! So yea, I might change my mind later but for now I really can't see myself staying in this sleepy hollow city (compared to J-town, that is. Yes, my fellow Indos, we are more glamorous!!!) way past uni. Thus I'm very likely to kiss Auckland good bye once uni is over and a PR is out of the question.
  • A good mate of mine asked me to find him a vacancy for a high-end office job here since he's recently graduated with a B.Com from a local uni (some private uni near my home in Indo).
    I'm sorry to break it to you, but most of our universities are not acknowledged overseas. Therefore, even if you're armed with a master's degree from back home, chances are you'd land a job that in Indo only high school grads and college drop-outs are willing to have. It's true, folks. True as the fact that the sun rises in the east. I know an Indo woman who's got a bachelor's degree in business from home but here works as a chambermaid at The Mercure (I'm good mates with her daughter). I've also met Indian and Arab cab drivers with university degrees from their respective countries. Well, if you want a high-end job with your local uni degree, why not serve at The Foreign Affairs Department and wait until you get stationed overseas? Or get a job at multinational company? So folks, in this matter keep in mind that our grass is greener than that on the other side.

  • One of my relatives asked me to get him info on scholarships from my uni recently.
    This is a personal attack. If you happen to be reading this you can text me your battle cry if you like. Ok, first off, do you know that Aucks is the biggest city in New Zealand, and since we're both from Jakarta I expect you to realize that the bigger the city, the more expensive the living cost gets? You don't make much money at your present job, and let's not forget your penchant for designer stuff. And you know pretty damn well you can't rely on your retired old man and woman. Plus, your English is still rusty and it might cost you a fortune to brush up on it. And my uni? My uni's got the highest standard in New Zealand and it's still fresh in my memory how you struggled to graduate from your almamater. Here's a good piece of advice: Why not save your money towards a family (don't your parents often nag you to find a girlfriend and get hitched?) while at the same time better yourself somehow so you can get a promotion (which will lead to a better career and more money), and so later in life you can send your kids here?

  • That's it folks. Just because we're paid in dollars and live alongside those bules doesn't mean everything's coming up roses. Tell you what, the life in four-season countries you see in flicks are the romanticized version, just like when we see our lives reflected in local entertainment, and it makes us realize that reality is harsher than imagination. Now send in the hate mails. All I have to do is press the delete button.

    Listening to: Goldenhorse - Don't Wake Me Up
    Monday, September 18, 2006, 09:31 p.m.
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