my giant shell...

young and sweet, only 23
Happy birthday love!
It's been two years since you told me the greatest yarn ever.
But love you still.
Still think you're my one.
Still miss the old us. You know, the day I realized I lost you my world fell apart like never before. I realized I lost a part of me that I never knew I had. That I never knew I'd been holding so dear. And no, that's not when I found out what took you five centuries to add me back on Facebook. No mate. Way earlier.
Happy birthday, again. Twenty-three. Now that's interesting.

Listening to: Nothing
Saturday, February 9, 2008, 12:26 a.m.

go team aniston!
God you've nooo idea how sick I am of Brangelina. They're so freaking all over the place that everywhere you turn your head there's a headline about what nationality kid they're going to adopt and stuff. Right now it's all about them having twins on the way. Excuse me while I puke.
I used to have so much respect for Angelina Voight (I'm not having the whore have her way - I hear she hates being addressed by her former name) but ever since she stole Brad Pitt off Jennifer Aniston I lost all that respect. There's no amount of do-gooding and Oscar-winning that can make up for what she did to hurt a fellow woman's heart.
I can't wait for their daughters to hog the spotlight as homewreckers much more than actresses or whatever profession they become after they've grown up. And their parents would most likely approve of their man-stealing antics - hell, Brangelina would even brag about it on tabloids - being the millennium hippies that they are.
Oh, by the way, does anyone remember an actor by the name of Shiloh Strong? I honestly remember him more as the older brother of Rider Strong. If you grew up watching Boy Meets World in the mid '90s you must remember the latter.

Listening to: Nothing
Tuesday, February 5, 2008, 04:28 p.m.

and its only been a year since the last flood attack...
Jakarta is inundated again. I thought big floods only happened every five years? Go on, developers, build more dinasour malls on lands that are meant to absorb water. Well I wanna see this become an inspiration for a Day After Tomorrow-type movie in Indonesia. Hahahaha imagine a poster of the National Monument in the place of the Liberty statue, covered up with water instead of snow with only its gold peak visible. There will be mall summits in the distance poking out of the floodwaters. Oh no, make that mall marquees. Senayan City. Pondok Indah Mall I and II. Plaza Senayan. One Pacific Palace. Grand Indonesia. What-have-you. That will be funny. Sick funny.

Listening to: Nothing
Saturday, February 2, 2008, 09:30 a.m.

too much of the student look is hazardous to your coolness
You know, I'm sooo fed up with people saying, 'I thought you finished uni already!' Sigh.
Lesson learned: Don't hang around uni (or town for that matter) with heavy coursepacks and/or textbooks at hand too much. I guess even if I'd started uni just last year people would say the same thing as the result of too much hanging around with course material.

Listening to: Nothing
Thursday, January 31, 2008, 11:42 p.m.

Ledger and Renfro remembered
So Brad Renfro is dead. Man it feels just like yesterday that I was this hormonal 13-year-old who tucked Teen Beat and Bop, with the then It boy on the cover of course, underneath her pillow. Haha I also would write about how I longed to meet Mr. Renfro in person in every writing exercise my private English tutor gave. And I still keep the birthday card from my former Math tutor that she gave me on my 14th birthday. It reads something like, 'Be good, study hard, and stay out of trouble. And stop daydreaming about that Renfro kid!'
Gone are the days when I'd rent laser discs (yeh we're talking 10 years ago buddy!) Tom and Huck and Sleepers time and again, watch the former despite the story and Jonathan Taylor Thomas, and the latter only until the Renfro part was finished (which is not even halfway through the movie). Long gone indeed.
And what's crazy is that he actually died exactly a week before Heath Ledger was found dead! Yet I didn't find out about it until yesterday. When Ledger died all the TV stations in the world showed his body being taken out of his apartment, adorned with the words BREAKING NEWS! With Renfro, well, how many of you can actually name his movies other than The Client? Sigh.
Different levels of fame, same kind of tragedy. Young lives taken away at their prime.

Listening to: Nothing
Sunday, January 27, 2008, 11:47 a.m.

Okay. Ahem.
Hands up who's been stalking me on

Listening to: Nothing
Friday, January 25, 2008, 10:19 p.m.

stupid ads
I'm currently doing an advertising paper, FTVMS 110. For those that have known me since my UI days, this is like a trip down memory lane. Anyway, doing this paper takes me back to a variety of Indonesian ads (by 'ads' I mean print ads and TV commercials) that I can remember, and holy shit did I just occur to me that many of them are meant to mock our intelligence. It doesn't matter if some of them are aimed at the middle-lower class who are supposedly less educated. These ads make your blood boil because the advertising companies treat you as if you're devoid of brain. Here's a case in point...
Anyone remembers the Ultraflu (some medicine like Panadol) ad that featured three vilagers, a woman and two security guards, the head of village, and a bird? No? Ok, it's not your fault. This ad was aired in the late '90s, I think. So this ad is about a sick security guard (with a flu) and a sick woman (with a fever) coming to the village head for a remedy for their illnesses. Yeah. Shock horror number one. Shock horror number two, these villagers actually came out of the house and walk all the way to village head's place in the rain. That's right. In the bloody rain. First of all, is there any doctor in the village? Or, more possibly, an alternative healer? Why the heck did these sick villagers come to the village head to get medicine for their cold and fever? Is he also a doctor? Also, who in their right mind would walk through heavy rain when they have a cold or fever? Sigh. Oh, and of course the village head recommeneded Ultraflu to his sick subjects.
And don't get me started on the Pond's ads. Aaaaarrrrrrgggghhhh somebody gotta stop them evil aliens!

Listening to: Nothing
Wednesday, January 23, 2008, 08:14 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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