my giant shell...

the magic works...just not in a good way
Adia, Adia
She doesn't give in to sorrow
For today's hallucinations
She saves for tomorrow...

Written out of boredom in a math class, the poem Adia was a brainchild of a 17-year-old with a mind capable of making a corpse seem full of life.
Seven years went by and the girl, now at the height of quarter life crisis, is very much aware that she is indeed Adia.

Listening to: Debbie Gibson - Foolish Beat
Sunday, November 4, 2007, 02:50 a.m.

the pseudo intellectual strikes again...ok tacky as
When I'm sad I watch Christina Aguilera's Hurt video. Just so I can (or rather, feel that I can) have a proper cause to the sorrow.
My dad's responsible for the person I am today but at least the dude sent me to school. He works his ass off when he should really retire just so I can complain about being a miserable, jobless and spouseless 24-year-old and not worry about how I'll get my next helping of Starbucks.

Listening to: Christina Aguilera - I'm Ok
Saturday, November 3, 2007, 02:07 a.m.

ow yeah, dirtbag, he doesnt know what hes missin
And I thought you were my rock.
But oh well, they don't call me a player for no reason.

Listening to: Billy Ray Cyrus - Achy Breaky Heart
Friday, November 2, 2007, 01:36 a.m.

Don't you miss me.
You know you do.
Look, I'm suppossed to be cleaning my room at the moment. Mum's 1,962nd care package arrived today and there's nothing but clothes in it...Well there's a necklace and a giant traditional saucer for Tiana but the rest of the package is clothing items. I swear all I asked for was something traditional for Ti because she's leaving for her native Vancouver on the 11th and one (just one!) babydoll tee. Anyway, the clothes are lying about on the bed and mixed with the old ones that just have been washed. I need to fold them all, put them in the cabinet, and take out those I mean to sell to the Recycle Boutique, namely the pink Polo tees (I hardly wear them because, well, my pink phase is so ov-ah baybay!) But that can be done later can't it? Procrastination is key.
I took a postrgraduate handbook upon leaving the AV library tonight. Wow didn't it make me feel so awesome strolling down the street with a masters degree handbook at hand...I'm currently really interested in doing a MCW (Master of Creative Writing) here at my current uni. So yes there are changes in the initial plan. Either I'll carry on with the MA at NUS (forget Yale, too expensive...) or do the MCW here, and either will take place sometime after I obtain my BA - hopefully in mid-2008. My brain will need to rest for a while after seven years of (almost) non-stop schooling. If I really go for the MWC, then the plan is that I'll work for a while and get a PR so I'll get cheaper tuition fees.
And the sole person in charge of Auckland Uni's MCW is none other than Witi Ihimaera. Meh what Kiwi doesn't know this guy...I haven't really been taught by this famous writer, but I did make one memorable mark when he was a guest lecturer in one of my English 121 lectures, all the way back in 2005. I can't recall what we were talking about, but I remember putting my two cents about how the dragon was represented differently in the Western and Chinese cultures. I didn't think my comment was funny, but the whole class laughed. Perhaps because I was so nervous and my voice shook? Then he said something like, 'Oh so you're from China...,' to which I countered, 'Nah, I'm from Indonesia,' and the whole assembly laughed even harder. To date I still can't decipher what they found so funny, but neverthless it secured my place in Ihimaera's memory. When we run into each other he'd smile at me and I'd smile back. Hahahaha. I can't wait to work with the guy and steal bits and pieces of his brain! Who knows maybe in the near future I'll pen critically-acclaimed books like he's done :)

Listening to: nothing
Thursday, November 1, 2007, 12:03 a.m.

please sione, do us all a favor and jump off a cliff now
Wounded pride aye Sione? Go on, kick out (figuratively and literally) anyone that bugs you even just a teensy weensy bit and you'll find yourself in REAL trouble. Trouble that you're not strong enough to handle. Mark my words.
Haha I sooo can imagine a three-year-old telling you you look like Spongebob and you'd strangle him.
How old are you Sione? Are you married? Wouldn't surprise me if you turn out to be 41 and still a virgin.

Listening to: too angry for music
Monday, October 29, 2007, 11:03 a.m.

the homos
Remember the second Bolly essay I slaved on three weeks ago? I got a B+ for that. Woot. Not only did I start in the morning the day before the essay was due, but the tragedy I spent the entire last archived page ranting about started kicking in just as I was working on it. I had a massive fit of tears, and contrary to my friends' advice I didn't get an extension. But I got a B+....I told you I'm strong. And he can fuck himself.
I wonder if Caleb's ex girlfriends are or mostly older than him. If so, then he'll have one more thing in common with my bro. My bro digs older chicks...His first ex, one that he was so devastatingly in love with (so devastating that when she dumped him he got so frustrated a shrink had to prescribe him some kind of anti depressants) is older than him, albeit only by several months. Then he had a huge crush on a friend of mine who's even older than me...And the list goes on and on. If it's true that both guys are into older chicks then they'd soo make good buddies. For a fact I know that they're big on everything Japanese, video games, and possibly older girls. Not to mention they were both born in 1985 and are major dorks. They should get married.
I have no idea why I'm kinda obsessed with guy-on-guy actions of late. I recently suggested a friend of mine kiss two of his long-time best buddies on the mouth. Hahahahaha. I really don't know why...Perhaps I have to thank my English Literature studies for that. We've done so much of homosexual reading of a variety of texts, ranging from Ernest Hemingway's Fiesta (The Sun Also Rises) to Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. So much so that there are jokes among English students that to pass an English paper you have to throw in as many 'homo' words as possible in essays and exams. You know, homoeroticism, homogeneity...

Listening to: nothing
Friday, October 26, 2007, 08:53 a.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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