Nana. 21 on May 14. Muslim. College senior. Mood swings. Short concentration span. Issues with gluttony. Has been on Friendster since June 2003. Mild phobia of paper, severe phobia of blood. Eldest of two. Indonesian by nationality, melting pot by ethnicity. HAS NEVER LIVED OUTSIDE INDONESIA. Jet black hair. Untalented violinist. Frenger to many, true best mate to a few. Fidgets with things while talking. Online quiz junkie. Goofy. Original. Pictures?

MSN: isyana83
YIM: ihermanu
AIM: VirtualVir

I've been at this URL since April 2003, but overall I've been on Pitas since January of the same year (I'ved changed URL twice). As for the layout, this is my third birthday layout (the first one dates back to April-May 2002), and was made using Abode Photoshop 7.0 and manual HTML (yep, coz I've never really got the hang of Dreamweaver). Best viewed on IE 5.0 and above with resolution 1024x768. All images are created by me and therefore copyrighted to me. Stealing is strictly prohabited. Layout archive?

This is just a quick log before I hit the road, in 15 minutes (as of this moment). This is probably one of the only small breaks I can take for many days to come, until approximately mid June. Quick entries.
I'm currently working on my ICB hw, which is due and to be presented tomorrow. I'm also still working on the IC mag that's due on Friday. I've just started working on a writing class project (another magazine), which is due in 2 weeks. Plus, religion quiz this Thursday and Indo-Eng Trans quiz today! I haven't studied. To make it short, me iz hella busy...
In addition to my aforementioned misery, I've caught flu. My throat is annoying the hell out of me. It doesn't hurt, just...uncomfortable is the most suitable word to describe the state my throat's in at this moment.
Tuesday, May 11, 2004, 11:37 a.m.

Hey. All. I. Blew. My. Performance. God, it was a nightmare-come-true! I was more nervous than I'd even been my entire life! I couldn't believe I ACTUALLY broke down on the stage! And as if it wasn't enough, I also went blank in spite of the fact that the score sheet was right before my very eyes. I couldn't believe all the practicing went in vain. But fortunately, the audience didn't boo me and I was given a second chance to perform. The latter went (moderately) successful. Anyway, I think I can say it was also a blessing this disguise because upon breaking down on the stage, I got a bloke I've been having my eyes on (but not the courage to even say hi) comfort me. He's a guitar teacher at my conservatory, and his name is...I can't tell you. Sorry. LOL. He's stylish (none of my ex botfriends is stylish), he's got exactly 7 years upon me (our birthdays are only 2 days apart), and he comes from the same place as my grandpa on my mom's side (you go figure). Not to mention good-looking (obviously), and he likes children too (most of his students are children, with age ranging from 5 to 13). Then he asked for my number (woo hoo) and has just asked me out (as of this writing)! But I'm afraid I can't go out with him anytime soon until I'm completely done with this semester. The assignments are really consuming my time...Damnit :(
Signing off. Gotta do an article for IC mag.
Sunday, May 9, 2004, 04:23 p.m.

God, what a crazy week. Mad assignments + EPT for today, finish a few articles for the mag (my IC class final project) for tomorrow, copywriting homework for Saturday (yes, I still have school on Saturday! How sad can it get?), and...violin concert on Sunday! I've known the song by heart, but all the strings of my 1923 American-made violin are playing up...And I need my teacher to fix that. I'm afraid I'll have forgotten the song by Saturday, last day of rehearsal.
I'm nervous. I hate preforming, in spite of the fact that I've been performing probably all my life. My grandma said my first performance was at The Jakarta Opera House, dancing with a group of other children. I was probably 3 at that time since I don't have any memory at all of the performance. The first performance I remember was at an event at my grandma's office when I was 4. Someone took a picture of me singing. LOL. And then I had an array of performances with my kindergarten choir also when I was 4, took a break when I was 5 and 6, and back on stage by the time I was 7, dancing ballet and playing piano. I was practically performing non-stop from age 7 to age 12, dancing in tutus and hiding behind a grand piano, with an exception of one performance in October 1995, when I played in a drama at my secondary school's 45th anniversary. I portrayed a beauty queen wannabe. LOL. After the theater club at my school (in which I belonged) was dismissed about a couple of months after the performance, I took another break for 3 years. At 15, again I was back on stage, this time armed with a violin. And that's when my hatred for performing began to emerge...probably from getting hollered at by the orchestra's conductor? To make matters worse, beginning from 2000, I've always had a violin performance coming up almost right before my birthday. Thus it's like I have to go through an ordeal in order to enjoy my birthday. Added the assignments mentioned beforehand, make that ORDEALS. Insane!
Ok...that's all from me for now. Gotta hit the sack. Nites!
Thursday, May 6, 2004, 11:32 p.m.