kind of a big deal...
This is for people who just won't stop asking me why I left tranquil New Zealand for, well, Indo. The God-forsaken place not so long ago I swore I'd never ever again set foot in, no matter what. President Yudhoyono personally asked me to teach my fellow Indonesians really good English. That they no longer write "thanks God" or "thank's God" (cringe fest) but "thank God", and that people who are eligible for graduation are called "graduates" not "graduatees." Mr. Prez even sent his henchmen to fetch me at my humble Anzac Avenue student accomodation and then flew me over on his private jet, which richly smelled of leather. I'm serious.
Listening to: Aliana Lohan - All The Way Around (current guilty pleasure) Saturday, November 29, 2008, 12:31 a.m. |
on the home turf
Hey! Been in Indo for a week now. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I won't be back to Kiwiland in January as usual, that I'll probably remain here forever (NOT - I hope), and it brings misery that I have to overcome. Pretty weird really, considering I actually looked forward to going home for good in the past month. I'm planning my next escape, so probably won't blog often!
Listening to: Kiwi hits in my head that I can't stop and only make me sicker by the nanosecond. Tuesday, November 25, 2008, 08:54 a.m. |
not quite a word stew
Bliss is when you unknowingly grab the attention of a guy, taking the garbage out in your pyjamas, eyes half closed. Joy is when the guy stares unblinkingly at you, and all the while you're screaming down the phone at some arsehole who steals your internet money. Still in your PJs. Totally dishevelled. Heaven is when many years later he reveals it all. You stole his heart not as a hottie strutting her stuff in a red dress. You stole his heart not in your best behavior. You stole his heart as you. In your true colour, warts and all. It sits in the utmost tier of happiness. Totally off topic, happy 23rd birthday to my brother! You old lush, you! Let's hope this is NOT the last birthday of yours that I'm overseas.
Listening to: nothing Saturday, November 15, 2008, 08:23 p.m. |
One of my all-time fave movies is A Room With A View, starring period drama queen Helena Bonham-Carter, a Merchant Ivory production. Merchant. Ivory. For those not in the know, Merchant Ivory is a production house run by James Ivory and Ismail Merchant, who are film director and producer respectively. There also have been rumors about their partnership extending beyond the realm of show busines... But seriously though, what's the first thing that the name Merchant Ivory brings to my mind? It's this scene in Jakarta involving street merchants selling fake ivories with traditional wood carvings stamped on them.
Listening to: nothing Saturday, November 8, 2008, 05:54 p.m. |
this bears no title
Happiness is sitting at a cafe, looking at a gorgeous couple sitting across from you holding hands, playfully pecking at the hands. Happiness is looking at a gorgeous couple holding hands, in love. Not squeezing each other's butt, in lust. Thank you God for simple pleasures in life. And happy belated 26th birthday to Sanny! Sometimes I wonder what you would be like at 26. Would you be a DJ? Would you be a model? Would you be a rockstar? Whatever you would be you would be very successful, and it wouldn't have anything to do with academia. Who needs academia when you already know how your life will spin out. This is for the pain we shared. Two 16-year-olds in the social angst called high school. Sleep tight darling. Say hi to Allah for me.
Listening to: Hepburn - The Next Life Tuesday, November 4, 2008, 06:11 p.m. |
just a spoonsful of sugar makes the medicine go down, in the most delightful way...
My best mate Irene told me I was 'almost stick thin.' How bloody alarming. I don't like being skinny. But nowadays I really have to force myself to eat. It's no good spiralling down. I guess the best advice I'd give to my children would be 'never hit rock bottom.' Or don't feel like you've hit rock bottom. Doom and gloom of quarter life crisis aside, still in the spirit of Halloween do check this out!
Chris Rule is a genious.Listening to: nothing Monday, November 3, 2008, 01:15 a.m. |
random schmandom Baby...One More Time and Womanizer. Damn Britney TV on YouTube that disables video-embedding. But do check them out. From school corridor to office space. How our Britney has grown up before our very eyes... I'm still in the midst of figuring out what New Zealand dream is. American Dream is Britney Spears...wait, maybe it's Lauren Conrad now. Indonesian dream is marrying into money and fucking off overseas to flee the chaos at home. To me, New Zealand dream means escaping both American and Indonesian dreams. Plunging into the unknown to chase my dream, making big out of the obscure.
Listening to: nothing Sunday, November 2, 2008, 01:30 p.m. |
found a sweet solution, from a classy institution...
Hey guys. Hope you all had a happy Halloween. And that you didn't eat all the lollies from trick-or-treating at once. Hahahaha. How lame. Anyway, I've been watching episodes of Rags to Riches in no particular order. And I'm in love with it. Rags to Riches was a TV show aired on NBC in 1987-1988, whose premise was a millionaire who adopted five orphaned girls, initially only to boost his image in the public eye but later the girls grew on him and he ended up really caring for them.
Millionaire who adopts orphans to boost image. Hm. Of course it never goes out of style.Listening to: nothing Saturday, November 1, 2008, 01:35 a.m. |