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February 6th, 2005

lucky third

Even though I complained, and ranted about how hard it was to find a palce a place to live, I actually got the third place I even bothered trying for. It's a bit small, a bit overpriced (In my opinion, but it is in a very nice, quiet, safe place.), and the slightest bit grubby. And yeah, the blue(ish) ceiling wasn't doin' it for me, but I hope they'll change that while they're doing the last touch-ups.

But really, I don't care because I'm moving in this weekend and I finally, finally get to unpack my books. I have an address. I can live in a place and not have to tell people "Well, if I'm still here when--" or "I don't know how long I'll be here--" and that sort of thing. Wheee~

For the first time since I was sixteen I'm really permanent. It feels nice and safe and cosy, but at the same time I think I'm having anxiety attacks. XP Because, well, I haven't been permanent since I was sixteen.

. . . Dude, I'm gonna have furniture!

rurounibug ; 09:53 PM|fine, ignore me

February 6th, 2005

flower maidens

Tis Final Fantasy stuff. FF7 stuff. (What? FMA? PS2? Who? Whatsit? I'm so behind the times. Although I did play SO: till the end of time. I'll tell you lot about that Fancy Pants game later.)

I was reminded of FF7 by opening LG's blog. LG likes Aeris. A lot of people like Aeris. I hate Aeris and I can't figure out why anyone would like her. Pink felutin' Aeris, with her cheese-ball flowers and seen-it-a-million-times Female, Wisdom of Ancients shtick. Please. They want us to like her. Why are you all falling for this?

She's just so . . . freakin' . . . nice. And did I mention the pink? It's kind of icky, isn't it? I bet she does the dished without complaining, too.

Not that Tifa's so hot. She's lacking something in the charm department, definitely. And what she has got sure as heck can't compete with Pink+Flowers+Dead. Seriously.

Now, if I was Cloud--although I'd rather be vincent, because he's sexier. Septhiroth is sexy, too, but he dies. And Dark+Angst+Cool Robot Arm comes in somewhere equal to Cool+Neat Sword+Dead. Actually comes in a bit ahead. The Dead thing seems to work in favor of girls more than guys.

Where was I? Right. Cloud.

If I was him, and I had to choose one of the girls I'd definitely go Yuffie. That Yuffie girl's got sticky fingers, but she seems like a hell of a lot more fun than the other two. Plus, dude, Ninja!! Shuriken!! Fun+Ninja+Shuriken beats Pink+Dead anyday in my books. Yeah, even with flowers and Wisdom Of The Ancients (*dundunDUN*) thrown in.

Anyway, Red's got some wisdom of something. Or he acts real wise, anyway. Now he's a big cat, and I get that that would be weird, but I'm just sayin' is all. Aeris-Smaeris. She was the healer-chick. No edge. ^^;

For the record my brother loves Aeris. And I couldn't cope with random battles, so I more watched FF7 than played FF7.

Me: Pause it, I'm getting a coke.
Adek: Aeris is dying!! Don't you get it?
Me: Yeah, yeah, she'll be dying when I get back, too.
Adek: Thats so . . . mean. She's like, Aeris! T.T

Please. He still gets teary eyed when you play the Aeris Death Dirge. But you're not allowed to call it that. You're not allowed to call it Ode to Joy, either. Not because thats a different song, but because the Aeris Death Dirge has a proper, treacly, FF7 OST name.

My Favorite FF OST track, by the way is Mods de Chocobo, but I don't know which FF its from, because I found it on one of my Ade's cds. Maybe ffX? It's boppy. When you play it over the Aeris Death Scene, some people get very upset. You're not allowed to hum anything boppy within a mile of Aeris dying (again) either. The same people start to get angry, and then throw things.

No offense to anyone, but Aeris was fan-fodder. She was trying to fight evil in a skirt. A pink skirt. If thats the wisdom of the ancients, I'll pass, thanks.

Yuffie at least had shuriken.

rurounibug ; 10:34 PM|2 replies

February 8th, 2005

lost: needs shelter and food

I just signed my life away to a cell phone company. Between that and rent, and the electric account I'm going to have to set up, I lie awake at night and listen to the acid eating away my stomach lining.

I want home internet, but don't know if that'll be the straw that breaks the camel's back, so to speak, or if it'll involve a phone land-line anyway, in which I wonder if I just wasted money on a cell.

I do so want that internet.

If I'd stayed in Jak, someone would be arranging my job, my life and--eventually--my marriage for me, and naming my children to boot. Doesn't sound so bad now. This free-and-on-my-own thing is just stress inducing, I can feel the years just falling off my life.

I haven't even started looking into schools yet. (Well, started, maybe.) Of, course when I start school I cant work--at least not full-time--and I do sooo want home internet . . . . Maybe if I don't eat. Like, ever.

Oh well, at least in California theres no snow.

rurounibug ; 03:59 PM|3 replies

February 14th, 2005

powers that be

Here's a major difference between the US and Jak: In the US, you sign your life away every other day. At this point the Electric company owns me, the Cell Phone Masters own me, my landlord owns me . . . pretty soon some school or other will have a legal chunk of me, too.

It's enough to make you want to put a pen through your eye.

Everytime I have to commit to something it induces major anxiety. I'm not too thrilled that after finally just gritting my teeth and ordering my phone I have to re-agree to their terms about twenty times. Talk about insult to injury. Or maybe just injury to injury. Christ.

And to further calm down the consumer's nerve the Cell Phone Masters pack in these helpful instruction with the hardware: 1. charge up your spiffy new device. 2. turn on your spiffy new device! For help call our spiffy hotline!!!

In actual fact, getting your phone account going involves checking email, making phone calls, negotiating the For-English-Press-One-For-Spanish-Press-Two-For-Help-Press-Three demons, social security numbers, more confirmations, turning your phone on and off, taking out batteries and SIM cards (Hey! America's finally got SIM cards! *pfft*), putting batteries and SIM cards back in, turning phone on and off some more, etcetera.

You have to figure it out yourself, too, because the Instructions to Get Phone Going don't say squat after "Step2: turn on phone! wheee!!"

I tried that, and I tried to activate from their website and nowhere do they tell you you need to phone them or that you need info from their emails, or any of the other numerous things you need to have before phoning.

It's probably a sign of underlying mental illness that I figured their inanities out on my own.

Also nerve-soothing is the fact that my landlord hasn't finsihed painting, so I can't move in even though I'm already effectively paying rent and have the electric in my name.

He better not have the heater on, is all I'm sayin'.

rurounibug ; 09:56 PM|fine, ignore me

February 26th, 2005

floods

me: I left you a note about how my window leaks
landlord: yeah. I know. Is the floor getting wet?
me: all over the floor. Its like its raining in.
landlord: why'd you do that to the curtains? (The curtains were already in the apartment. This guy hemmed them, hung them, etc. They're ugly and candy striped. He seems to think they're awesome. He also painted my ceiling ucky purple and acted offended when I asked if I could paint it white. ^^;; )
me: I clipped them up. They were getting soaked.
landlord: Oh. Well, I just need to caulk it from the outside.
me: Tell me when you've done it. I want to put a bookshelf under that window. Get my junk out of boxes. (Also my couch is getting gross from the mouisture, but I didn't say that.)
landlord: Well . . . . theres no hurry.

My shit's been in boxes for so long its become a psychological burden. I think there is a hurry. Also, everything I own is crammed into the kitchen and one end of a teeny tiny studio.

Ghaaaarrrr!!!!

rurounibug ; 02:57 PM|fine, ignore me

February 26th, 2005

This is my real ID

I make an extra buck or so keeping an eye on the kid who lives upstairs from my aunt. He's twelve and hyper and somehow managed to get his mom to believe watching "Constantine" was age-appropriate. So his Mom dropped us at the theatre and I spent the afternoon trying to keep him from throwing popcorn at other movie-go-ers.

(Bart: Yeah? Watch this shot!)

Other than getting a movie and a burger out of the afternoon I also got good ol' American bias smackdown.

I say American smackdown because no one in Jakarta has ever thought I was twelve. Goddamn it. The ticket girl told me she couldn't sell me tickets because the movie was rated R--Don't ask me why. Its didn't have that much violence and not any real nudity as far as I can remember.

I guess its supposed to be embarassing or something that Americans keep pegging me as not only young, but around ten years younger than I actually am. I actually only find it annoying. Its because I'm short and puny and adorable. XP Indonesians know I'm just short and puny and adorable, though I did call a sixth-grader "kak" once by accident.

Abang: harhar. You know she's like, twelve.
Me: No shit? She's like a foot taller than me.
Abang: Everyone's a foot taller than you.

And its always some beefy white girl whos probably around sixteen who takes my Driver's Lisence and says, "Ooookaaayy," in an exasperated, dubious tone. If they outweigh you, is it okay to hit a girl?

While I'm crabbing about this, I'd like to point out that my brothers are both only a few inches short of six feet. What the fuck happened? Why couldn't I get any of those those big-shouldered, lotsa-height white genes? I got all the short-an-shitty Asian brown genes with just enough white mixed in to make me a walking target on Jakarta streets. Wheee~

people: Hi. Is that your adek?
Ototou: . . . Yeah. Heheheh
Me: Grrr.

I did find wearing my glasses helped, but wearing glasses also makes me want to puke. I opted for peripheral vision and not being seasick all day.

Mike: Drugs and smoking. That'll age you up right quick. You might want to start drinking, too.

rurounibug ; 03:33 PM|fine, ignore me

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