Because I use a lot of Indo on this mostly English site, here's some lingo for the uninitiated:
abang=big brother ade/adek=younger sibling (gender neutral) bete/bt=a negative emotion, usually irritation or a bad mood cewe/ce=slang for girls cowo/co=slang for boys ja'im (jaga imej/image)=guarding your social image kakak (pronounced kaka')=older sibling (gender neutral, or female, depending) --kak (ka')=honorific for older siblings or 'sempai' kuliah/kul=college gwe (sometimes gw, gue)=slang for I or me SD=elementary school SK (sometimes es-ka; setia kawan): solidarity, loyalty (among friends)
skul=school SMA=high school SMP=middle school TK=kindergarten wa=slang for I, me (same as 'gwe')
what are all those 2s? this is shorthand for a 'kata ulang'
or repeated word. ngakak2 is read ngakak-ngakak= laughing very hard
any words that need to be added?
Entries for April, 2007
March 31st, 2007
Of Montreal--Tim Wish You Were Born a Girl
Tim, wish you were born a girl,
So I could've been your boyfriend.
I know it's not possible now.
I just never met a girl I like half as much as you.
And we could lay around in bed, stay there all day,
Or at least until the afternoon
And I could make you spaghetti with tomato sauce
With just a touch of oregano and a parsley stem.
And then when you got sick,
I could take the day off work.
I could've made you chicken soup,
And we could watch soap operas
- oh, those TV dramas!
I could catch your cold
and you could take care of me.
If I could've met you at school, or met you at work,
It would have changed everything.
Those years of losing, confusion and insecurity,
They would have been shared,
they would have been easier.
This is half of a page I covered in doodles during it, spiffed up with a two minute color job. I have no idea if my monitor is still making things intolerably funky or not.
T____T I'm down to animating bgs. I have too many layers. I have no idea how to coordinate any of this.
ETA: You know you've cracked when you find its two AM, and you're holding your pencil with both hands going "It's gonna be okay, dude, it's gonna be okay. You just have to keep drawing. It's gonna be okay."
Does everyone on your planet watch a box for entertainment?
Rodney: I will confess to the occasional half hour of Jeopardy. Ronon: Jeopardy? Rodney: It's the name of the show. Jeopardy. Ronon: Sounds dangerous. John: Double Jeopardy? Twice as dangerous.
I love it when TV shows mock the watchers of the glowing rectangle of love television. It seems so self-hating. "You spend all your time watching this dreck we wrote? Why, why? Oh, the humanity!"
Also, this guy on youtube really, really wants to be on Stargate Atlantis. And raps all about it.
I rented a movie based on cover text that promised it would be a disturbing psychological drama. I was disturbed, but I don't know about drama.
Equus is a movie from sometimes in the seventies, about a teenager who blinds six horses and is put into a mental hospital either for treatment or evaluation. It then comes to light that he has a unnatural obsession with horses.
From the dialogue, I guess it's supposed to be about the nature of . . . well, something. I definitely detected a side of carpe diem, but that could just be me taking a cheap, easy guess.
Whatever the damn thing was about, I bet it would have been a lot better, and a whole lot more dramatic if the little voice in the back of my head hadn't been going 'LOL furries' and then giggling immaturely every four minutes.
Turns out the local dojo requires one to watch two practices. I'm not that patient a person, but I guess if one can't hack watching two sessions, one probably can't hack doing the same three movements over and over for four to eight months.
On the other hand, people have underetimated my love of repetitive action before. Somewhere around here is a post about my favorite video games being the ones where you push 'O' all day, over and over.--Oh, Monster Rancher.
Games that have a interior-decorating side-quest are a bonus. New couches and wallpaper was the one and only reason I played the SIMS.
So Kendo has repetitive action (same swing over and over) and every now and then you get to add equiptment. (sweats-->hakama-->bogu)
Really, it's just like being an art student. (charcoal-->inkpen-->tablet) Only cooler and with biceps.
I'm going down to watch my second practice tomorrow. It's going to be kata day.
I've been trying to find a picture of a batak woman wearing those big, traditional brass or silver earrings, her ears all streached out from the weight of the metal and dressed in kain and ulos.
I always find it odd when the kiddies adopt some facet of what elsewhere is old, past, and considered so traditional as to be embarassing, (The Indonesian word for this is kampungan--as like in the kampungs/villages.)
It's just odd is all; here it's new and edgy and fringe, and elsewhere it's only the old ladies and granfathers back in the mountains who still sport the look.
And of course it's not just about big earrings/earplugs in the West. It becomes about gauge sizes: measureable, trackable, and something you can compete in.
It's just so frikking weird.
And anyway. Ears are nothing. You wanna look really different, try some neck-stretching.
It is the worst gun rampage in US history, and the papers, the radio, and the TV news have all been running lists of 'last ten shootings' and 'previous worst gun rampages' and it leaves one with the question, "Why does this history keep repeating?" It leaves one with questions still left unanswered from the last time. With things to say that one can't quite find the words for.
There are some things, sometimes, that though far from you, and do not touch you or your life, leave you with the ache of others' grief. Our hearts are with you; we sorrow with you.
I'm behind the times, but my 2D class is still all about bitching about Superman Returns, but now with sides of 300 and The Grindhouse thrown in.
My class argues about comic canon acuracy, charachterization, continuity re. past Superman events, but all I want is for things to OMG stop falling already.
I swear, this movie is about the gravity. It starts with Superman falling back to earth, followed by an airline falling, by various other things falling, and even features rocks falling, though no one dies, because Superman is back to guard home by playing catcher. ZING!
I was, however, amused by Lex Luthor trying to build an entire continent out of Magic Rocks. Even Pinky and the Brain didn't try that particular method of world domination. Luthor might want to look into a chia earth, though. Seems right up his alley.
Unlike the Brain's brilliant plan (which actually worked for a while), Luthor intends to take over the world--I'm sorry. I mean, TAKE OVER THE WORLD through the magic of rising real estate prices, which will have everyone clamoring for space on Luthor Magic Rock Island. Though if you take a look at the, ah, ambience of the continent, visible here behind Supes and here behind Lex and Kitty, you start to wonder just how well he thought this plan out.
Don't worry, Lex, I'm sure some nice drapes and a rug will make all the difference.
Pencil sketch. Levels-ed in Pshop, but my monitor is so weirdly calibrated that I have no confidence in it's being viewable. Please tell me if it's dark/glarey/light or otherwise crappy.
Today, in the space of less than ten minutes, two people asked me for train directions. People ask me for directions quite often, actually--though usually in not in such rapid-fire succesion--and I've noticed a few times people scanning around before heading in my direction with an mild 'ah-ha' look on their face.
I don't know if it's because I'm small, or if I look friend or harmless, or what, but be that as it may, do I really look like I know where I'm going, people? Really?
I've gotten lost walking from class to get lunch for god's sake.