I like Wilson Phillips' rendition of Fleetwood Mac's Go Your Own Way better than The Cranberries'. I have this compilation CD of famous musicians (The Corrs, Elton John, The Googoo Dolls...) doing Fleetwood Mac remakes, and The Cranberries' version of Go Your Own Way is among them. Well...I so miss Wilson Phillips and they make a comeback at just the right time. Carnie is fat again...And she gotta watch her weight before she became what she was before she went under the knives. Chyna's already looked old.
On a different note, I'm pissed off with the government's policy of only a week break of Eid Mebarak. We used to have at least two weeks! This is so inconsiderate, since people who go back to their native places need time to fight the crazy traffic to get to their destinations and back, and people whose maids go home to their villages will be busy cleaning up their houses and entertaining guests. And these two activities usually are not over until well over Eid. Do something, Mr. Bambang Sudibyo! You sure don't wanna lose your coveted new job after your hundred-day trial is over, right?
Tuesday, November 2, 2004, 10:01 p.m.

hum hum

Our Past Tense

The malls, the streets, were heavenly with you
The cement was paradise with your smile
I hope I was likewise to your heart
I hope we were two stars shining brightly in each other's skies.

Isyana Arslan, November 1 2004, 11:41 PM. DO NOT STEAL. Respect my work, respect yourself.
I read my Xanga yesterday. God, the days when I was so overwhelmed with Pipi...And then it struck me that Pipi and Andreas are the only blokes I ever wrote instense, bare-all entries about. Gweeze.
Today I had my tourism culture midterm test and I did it well...kinda. And then I gave Gina a ride halfway home. Before she dropped off in Buncit, we exchanged ghost stories. How all the houses she and her family have occupied, including the current one, are haunted. I was lucky to have much less ghost stories than she does, but tonight, it suddenly dawns upon me how my grandpa on my mom's side, a contractor, always a house majorly revamped before it's inhabited by his children, or other next of kins. However, he just gets a house a small renovation, like a paint change, before he puts the house for sale for or rent for other people. Like my house. I still remember how it looked like before it underwent a huge revamp in 1990. It was a one-storey house with a vast garden and open air spaces between pavillions. Hm...does this have anything to do with...the other world?
Monday, November 1, 2004, 11:35 p.m.

survey thingie...
Hahahah take a look...I stole this from Tammy, who prolly stole it from someone else.
How Asian Are You? Bold ones that apply to you
1.Your mother has short hair, curly perm, or dyed it.
2. Your parents still tried to get you into places half-price saying you were 12 wen you were 13+
3. You ask your parents help on one math problem and 2 hours later they're still lecturing.
4. You have a 40 lb. bag of rice in your pantry.
5. You've had a bowl haircut at one point in your life.
6. Your parents enjoy comparing you to their friends' kids.
7. You or your parents drive mostly Japanese cars.
8. You've learned to keep bargaining even if the prices are rock bottom.
9. You've had to eat parts of animals they don't even put in hot dogs.
10. You hear (your name + eee + yah!) every time someone calls you (e.g. Joy - ee - yah! or Joy - yah!).
11. You have really short eyelashes.
12. Idiot people try to impress you with pathetic imitation Asian languages, like the ever-so-popular: ching chong woo bok chi, etc.
13. Your parents say leaving rice in your bowl is a sin.
14. Your parents hover over your tired, caffeine-drugged body at 12 midnight to say, "In Korea (or other native country), we studied even more."
15. An Asian woman comes on campus and people ask: "Is that your mother?" Well then, "Is it your sister?"
16. Everyone thinks you're good at math.
17. You like $1.75 movies.
18. You like $1.50 movies even more.
19. Your aunts and uncles bring you back adorable clothing from Asia with fuzzy bunnies, vinyl ducks, and English words that make no sense, in great colors like yellow, pink, magenta, orange, and the ever popular lime green.
20. Your parents insist you marry within your race.
21. Your parents have never kissed you.
22. Your parents have never kissed each other. [then how did they...nvm]
23. You learned about the birds and the bees from someone other than your parents.
24. "You want a stereo?! When I was your age, I didn't even have shoes!!"
25. The vast majority of the people related to you wear glasses.
26. You will most likely be taller than your parents.
27. Your parents have either made you play the piano, the violin, or both.
28. You get nothing if you do well in school, but crapped on if you don't.
29. When going to other people's houses, you always have to bring a gift.
30. Your family always cheers for the Asian athlete on TV.
31. You own a rice cooker or two.
32. You buy soy sauce by the gallon.
33. Your parents tell you about how long it took for them to get to school, how horrible the weather was in their native country, and how much they still appreciated going.
34. Your parents buy you clothes and shoes many sizes too big so you can "grow into it" and wear it for years to come.
35. Your parents are very conservative and think that tank tops/halters/spaghetti straps shows too much skin.
36. You eat rice everyday.
37. You like drinking.
38. When you were little, your parents beat you with sticks and stuff.
39. The adults fight for the bill when you go out for dinner.

I guess this survey applies mainly to the slanting eyed Asians, not Flips, Indos, and the like, and definitely not Indians, for you know I'm full blood Asian (NOT! Well...at least not by heritage) but not all of those pointers apply to me. And I spend my life living in Asia for Allah's sake! And I also take pride on never wearing Asian clothing that has nonsensical English printed on because that will make a most-likely-to-gradaute-cum laude (hahahaha yeah right) English major like me lose face.
Sunday, October 31, 2004, 10:18 p.m.

boldie...(ngga nyambung lagi)
OMIGAWD I'M SUCH A PLUGBOARD HO! Nowadays when I go to personal websites (notice, WEBSITES, not blogs) not only do I look for online quizzes, but a plugboard as well. Don't know what a plugboard is? Aaaaw get out more. Otherwise known as button wall, it's a place with a form to fill out with your site URL and button URL, and then you press the add button, and voila, your site's up for promotion without having to e-mail the webmaster/mistress about wanting to be an affiliate. Gosh, I've never been this much of a hit slut. I'm thinking of getting a plugboard if I make a layout that features visitor contents.
Y'know...about my issue with koko...Well, everybody goes through this shit. I may rant, ramble, and whine about him, but that's just it. You don't need to worry about me, as I'm never gonna make an ass of myself full frontally for him. I'm fine, really. And I'll get over him within a month or two.
Friday, October 29, 2004, 09:33 p.m.

nge-gossip lagii...
Maybe I'm the zillionth person to discover this, but check it out. Do you think the world-famous politicians in it are real?
No worries Dowh, dude doesn't even remember my name, let alone read my blog, for during the 2,7 years of our friendship, I only heard call my name ONCE. It was last year, on the phone, not long before we met up for the first and last time, and I bet at that time he was like, "Quick, what's the name of this chick again? This one who insisted on calling me koko?" Hahahahaha...Oh well.
So...yesterday's presentation about The Philippines went well. In fact, so far we're the best group ever because despite the absence of a laptop, we could still present good, colorful visual aids with the help of an OHP. We also included the latest happenings in the country that I gathered from Yahoo. The previous groups, which consisted of Documentary kids as they're the majority in this South East Asian Culture class, had no visual aid and just read aloud their OUT OF DATE info on the ASEAN country they discussed. Obviously they didn't bother to look up the internet, which was such a shame for internet is free in the campus library, and relied on old dusty encyclopedias such as buku pintars. And clearly these Documentary people have never been taught how to deliver a decent presentation, and were they to be in Mr. Sembiring's class, they would no doubt be severely told off. I hope we (me, two fellow "Englishwomen" and a Doc kiddo) did set a good example of a good presentation.
Yeah beeyotchs, I still can bitch because I'm still not fasting. But I'm gonna be tomorrow.
Thursday, October 28, 2004, 11:04 a.m.

blargh II
A couple nights ago I had a dream featuring an ex good mate of mine, who hates me for no apparent reason. In that dream I was in her room, I didn't know how the heck I got there. The room was dark, and there was my mate in bed, buried under the duvet. Before long she woke up, found me standing right across from her bed, and said some nasty stuff that drove me out of the room. Well...maybe the dream triggered from the fact that I miss her-rephrase, her old self-so much? And for the record, yes I've been to her room three or four times in real life. Who knows, maybe one of these days she'll come tagging my blog out of the blue to say she had a dream of me?
I'm having a meeting with my group today to discuss the presentation on The Philippines that should be delivered tomorrow. And alas, Tika's laptop, which contains most of the data that will be shown in the presentation, is brought out of town by her dad so the only device left is an OHP. Bummer.
Last but not least, I'm not fasting. Period period period. Sucker.
Tuesday, October 26, 2004, 01:56 p.m.

Nana. Old enough to remember the 80's. Part of the 1997-1998 Hanson hysteria. College senior. Head spinster of Awesome Spinsters United. Mixed by ethnicity, Indonesian by nationality. Into older blokes. Addicted to online quizzes. Makes simple and nice layouts. Runs this and this. Speaks fluent Indonesian and English, plus a smattering of German, French, Spanish, Turkish, and Chinese. Loves playing Santa Claus. Understands Malaysian well. Reads and writes Arabic. Prefers Starbucks to The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf. Has been on Friendster MUCH longer than the rest of the population. Hates it when stars branch out of their real talent (like Mandy Moore tries to act, Hilary Duff tries to sing). More? Too bad! Missed an entry?

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