question of the year...
I had a long chat with the dork for probably the first time since coming back from Indo in January and he asked me one bizarre question. Really bizarre. Brace yourself.

"You're still a Muslim, right?"

Actually at that time I had just put my prayer dress on, ready to pray to the same God I've prayed to since the day I was born (well, not really...since my first day at Al-Azhar Kemang kindy more like) for smooth exams, a good career, and the little bro to act his age for once.

Listening to: nothing
Thursday, June 5, 2008, 10:40 p.m.

new job and a trip...
A lot has happened in my life, and nowadays I have to find a willpower to blog.
Suddenly blogging isn't really my cup of tea anymore, but it's unlike me to disappoint my readers. Right?
I had an interview at the High Street Trade Aid store yesterday for a volunteering position, and I was accepted right away and invited to the staff party held later that day. So far I've been put on the Wednesday 10 AM - 1 PM shift therefore if you're free come to the store and say hi to moi! Yes I'm back volunteering...I quite like volunteering actually. I got all my paying jobs through volunteering.
Oh, and at the party we were allowed up to three utterly gorgeous ethnic necklaces! Apparently this is a weekly thing to reward employees with free Trade Aid goods (really beautiful stuff from the world's remotest areas), and I'm soo into chuncky ethnic pieces nowadays. Before I even heard of the volunteering positions at Trade Aid, I got myself a couple of Indian necklaces worth $30 each.
Anyhoo...Josh has arrived safe and sound in London. Tom is off to London in August and the love is going to the same destination as well in September. He's gonna go there on an OE, stay for about a couple of months and see how things go. My mate Tim has already been there since April building a music career. He and his band have performed at numerous gigs so far. Who else is going to London...Me, hopefully.
Speaking of trips, I blew half my savings on a trip around North Island that will take place on June 28, right after I have my last exam! Woohoo! Yes my bad it's the much-anticipated road trip, it's gonna take five days and the route is Auckland-Hahei-Raglan-Maketu-Waitomo Caves-Rotorua-Taupo-Auckland. Excitement!

Listening to: Nothing
Saturday, May 31, 2008, 09:54 a.m.

the perfect platonic love...
Hey love!
I love it that I'm sometimes out of touch with reality just as you're sometimes out of touch with logic.
That makes us an uber cute couple, right?

Listening to: Rene et Nathalie Simard - Tourne La Page
Wednesday, May 28, 2008, 09:16 a.m.

bitch. go back to 1999.
I'm gonna make your life miserable.
That will make mine miserable too.
But that's ok, it's good that we're going to suffer together.

Listening to: Nothing
Saturday, May 24, 2008, 11:20 p.m.

I am a firm believer that a rich husband is NOT a good financial plan...
Most of my friends back home are married to rich guys and now living abroad.
They have what I call the Indonesian dream. You know, if you happened to be an Indonesian girl your biggest (or in most cases, only) goal in life would be scoring a rich hubby after you get finish university, preferably one that has a good career overseas.
Am I jealous?
Yeah. Frankly.
But I promised myself long ago that my papa would be the only man I'd live off. So when I do get married I won't let my husband walk all over me just because he's the breadwinner of the household.
And nowadays I don't care about getting married anymore. I can tie the knot at 35 or 40. I can be a first-time mum at 42. Who cares? My only concern now is to get school out of the way and make money...I don't care how as long as it's halal and pays good, so in like three years from now I can do impulse travelling and next year when my rent expires I can move to that luxe apartment just across the street (hahahahaha.)
EDIT: Gah, Indo. Isn't it high time you woke up to reality bites. The last time I was back home I listened to a radio talk show which listeners could call in, on whether or not pre-nups were necessary. The in-callers were mostly against getting prenups because signing a prenuptial agreement showed your lack of love and trust for your partner. SERIOUSLY? First of all, how cliche. Secondly, this is the real world you're sealing the deal in, not Cinderelaland. Yeah true our mums and dads and nanas and grandpops may have long-lasting marriage and we grew up on a diet of happily-ever-after folktales. But here's the first dollop of reality: Love does vanish. Into thin air. And when love is gone everything goes awry. Really, how hard is it to look back on your previous relationships and wondered why they were over? Because the love was over. Ha. This is not exactly marine biology. So yeah, secure everything before you get married, get a prenup. Make sure you get every penny of your husband's should you catch him canoodling with another woman.

Listening to: Nothing
Tuesday, May 20, 2008, 02:16 a.m.

Nana to the homebodies, Ish/Isyana/Ishan/Isya to the sheep shaggers. 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25. Taurus/Pig. Used to play piano, violin, and dance ballet (yes I had a typical Asian upbringing.) Born in Indonesia, first set foot in New Zealand on July 6 2005. Final semester student at The University of Auckland, double-majoring in English Literature and Films. Part-time staff at Auckland International. UI alumna. Usually found at Starbucks (any branch) and the audio visual library on campus. Look me up on Facebook.

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