Isyana (Nana to Indo peeps). 23. Taurean. Auckland, Aotearoa. Second year (starting July 2006) BA at UofA. Dip. Arts holder from UI. Naturally hot-tempered but she manages. Color-coordinated most of the time. Usually knows more than she lets on. Prefers writing to talking. Good books (she doesn't read what you call chicklit and teenlit), photography, graphic design, travels, the internet. Lives in her Giordano jeans and mostly pink-hued Polo tees. Went solo to her high school prom. More?
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the wait is overListening to: A1 - No More
No more of the afore-mentioned hallucination. I've got the wake-up thud already. I can't believe it's so soon. And guess what, it was actually myself who cracked my head open.
It's painful. It hurts. I can't stop talking about it right away, but believe me I plan to. It just takes time.
On the bright side though, I don't think I'm that much scared of rejection anymore. And next time I'm faced with such a situation again I'd know what to do.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006, 01:10 a.m.
no titleListening to: Hum...nothing
Tom. I like to think he needs more time to recover from the shock. Maybe I'm hallucinating again, but for the time being leave me be.
Caleb. Now that I've got your confession out, DROP ME A LINE!!!! I won't take no for an asnwer! And I'm not a player, I'll have you hear this for the umpteenth time. I mean, none of these guys is serious about me and I'd be wasting my energy if I hang around dwelling with their uncertainty. An eye for an eye, and in my case that won't make the world blind. If they're allowed to be fickle why can't I be fickle too? A guy should ask on a bended knee for my hand, and promise me all a good boyfriend is supposed to be/do and I shall be his and his alone. Oh, it doesn't have to be on a bended knee however, as long as he's straight to the point. Well...my old mates know how devoted I was to my second ex.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006, 06:40 p.m.
more updatesListening to: Teriyaki Boyz - Beef or Chicken
The title's self explanatory, but first off: what the heck is that box thingie that keeps popping up? I should get a new tagboard I see, since I lost the password of the current one.
My aunt (a.k.a mum's younger sis) is pregnant with her second kid by her second marriage after...16 years. I'm thrilled alright, but I thought she and her hubby didn't plan to have a child together as each has a child from a previous marriage? And um...I feel funny for my grandparents too. Their first grandchild (me) is 23, and ever since I was 18 they've introduced me to God knows how many young men (ok, not that many, I'm exaggerating...) and even one of their youngest grandkids (my 13-year-old cuz Nadya) has got a boyfriend. They sure can't wait for a great grandchild, and here they are having another grandchild on the way...Oh well. I'm delighted, end of story.
I finally met Tom. And I like to think he was happy to see me.
And I'm not fasting as I'm on the rag. Hm...craving teriyaki chicken for supper. Or is it beef? Either would be fine!
Saturday, October 14, 2006, 06:41 p.m.
updatesI have my first exam in 15 days.
Many thoughts have been running in my head lately I have trouble choosing my confessions. No wait, make it way too many. But here are quick updates just for you:
Indo is in about four weeks. Must start packing. But packing is a bitch, as you know.
One of the best things about going home is that you get an excuse to shop for souvenirs. In other words, playing Santa Claus. One of the very few things I do best. So far I've got one for Aiko, for her 22nd birthday. I'll buy more stuff for more people! Stuffed sheep for my nieces, a Maori cane for grandpa, something (undecided) for gram, Paua shell necklaces for the gals, a Hello Kitty thing for Orchid...and the list goes on and on...Whee!Listening to: Tiga Diva - Tumbuh Jadi Satu
Friday, October 13, 2006, 10:26 p.m.
a bunch of depression and a pinch of happinessListening to: nothing
My Auntie Melda. My dad's adopted youngest sister. She went to uni in Jakarta and used to live with us during her first days in J-town before finally moving out to a flat. Now she lives in Pontianak, West Borneo, as a dentist with her engineer hubby and three kids. I've always loved her. I love having her around. Being only 10 years my senior, she's more like a big sis to me.
About a couple days ago I had a sad dream about her, which led me to text her, for the first time in God knows how long. I've just got her reply, a lenghthy one. She asked me how I was doing, as well as told me to...find a husband.
Find a husband. Thing is Auntie, it seems like every guy I like and likes me is turned off once I reveal (by accident, usually) even the tiniest flaw. Once it's revealed that I'm not the goddess they think I am they run for dear life. Now how's that for a chance on marital bliss?
I'm also a go-nowhere. No one likes go-nowheres. And I hate these kids that surround me. I hate those simpletons too. I hate today's hits for it reminds me of wannabe Sienna Millers shopping at Supre. I guess I'd be surprised if I find myself still alive and kicking past age 25.
Wait, did poet Chairil Anwar die of severe quarter life crisis? He died at 26, and the fact I remember about him the most is when he was told by a fortune teller that he'd die at 28. At this he replied that was more than enough, he didn't need a long life.
Which makes me wonder why the heck he wrote that famous 'I want to live another thousand years' poem. Yeh, who wants to live a thousand years? That would mean more stress, more tears, more broken hearts...
On a happier note (yeh, even a quarter life crisis-driven 23-year-old can't stay depressed all the time), I finally got the Piso Surit by Viki Sianipar featuring Mega Sihombing MP3! Hip hip hooray! You guys have no idea how happy it makes me feel! Hahahahha...
Sunday, October 8, 2006, 11:28 a.m.
sometimes I feel like guys should really drown themselves in the sea...Listening to: The Pussycat Dolls - I Don't Need A Man
You know, I totally freakin' hate it when guys complain about girls treating them like toys. Some girls but might do it unconciously, but concious or not, sometimes I think those guys deserve it. Why, they hardly ever take us girls seriously. Well we wouldn't mind so much if we're only mates, but we sure would beat the drums of war if they've gone on (at least) a date with us.
I bet ever since a bloke hits puberty his mum's given him the lowdown on how to treat a girl that will earn her respect or even impress her if he's lucky. Not to mention that since he's gotten older there must be at least a girl complaining about the way he's treated her. But what does an avarage guy do? Carry on walking, drinking and swearing, never learning...and then complaining that his latest squeeze isn't treating him like he's supposedly treated. I'd say good on you mate. What goes around comes around.
Thursday, October 5, 2006, 05:28 p.m.