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 August, 2007
August 1st, 2007
shout out!
How did I not know that Heroes featured music by an Indonesian band? No one tells me anything anymore.
OMG OMG I just sent off my animation final edit to my instructor.
I've spent so much time in the labs this week that I keep losing track of what day it is. This is what can happen when you never see sunlight. Also, when you spend too much time sitting still, it actually starts to hurt. Ow, knees.
But now all I have is a history exam for Professor Sparta's class and I'm done! Dance time!
My friend just gave me two hoodia bars. What the heck is hoodia?
Also, I hurt my knee today when my dog pulled me down a hill in order to charge a poodle. Actually, I probably hurt my knee just by running on it, but I'm blaming that furry little bastard anyway.
It is not even funny how far my stupid dog can manage to drag me when he decides to get his ferocious on. He's not that big. It's kind of embarassing, really.
Then, trying to mollify the lady--even though it was all her fault, really, for being so touch and go about passing. Pass or go back, Jesus Christ--I said, "He's just confused by dogs that don't look like dogs--I mean, look funny--er, are woolly?"
None of these mollified her. I should have gone with, "He's a rescue! He's emotionally damaged!" People understand that rescues are touched in the head, and then they get to feel good about having been nice to a rehab-ed vagrant. It's a cheap shot against my dog's dignity, but really, I can't think of much more embarassing than his behaviour in public. He's totally asking for it, and better his dignity than mine.
Later, though, we were charged by a pitt bull, and my dog acted all shocked and innocent and "Wha--?" and I felt a little vindicated.
The pitt bull's owner did the whole flustered apology I know only too well: "She's very friendly. I don't know what it is."
I know hakama are technically trousers, but the pant legs are so wide it's like it doesn't even matter. They look like a long SMP uniform skirt, what with the pleats being in front and everything. Same color, too. I am a little freaked out by that.
Also, damn, its roomy in these here not-pants. I don't think I ever truly appreciated the structural integrity of pants before.
Traditionally, hakama are worn with nothing underneath, but forget that. I have this fear of accidentally stepping on the hem and loosing them in one smooth move. Also, the ties are still a bit stiff so I'm not that confident of my knots. Especially if I have to tie the thing in a hurry. (The front ties wrap around, then fold tie B over tie A at a point in front of the right hip . . . . ) Especially since everything ties in bows, and that is not the most un-slidey knot known to man, as my always-undoing-themselves sneaker laces can attest to.
I might have to start stalking. More. Start stalking more.
My friend Anha-ki offered to draw me an illustration (and by "offered", I mean "gave into my whining, nagging, begging, and IM harassment campaign" because I HAVE NO SHAME) and my whined-for one-pic seems to have become a series of charachter portraits. From my own origific.
I am made of flail. And also of squee.
If you go click on his name link up there *point point* you will see why. His art is purty. I may just have to go kidnap Anhi and make him draw me endless pretty pics.
Now I have to get editing, because he won't give me more until I give him the next chapter. Filthy blackmailer. XD
Of course, now I can never change my half-assed title, because Anhi made it into such a pretty background. Hell, his pic is so pretty it almost makes my title seem good. ^___^
I don't know if I've ever mentioned that I have great dreams. They often have an overeaching plot, but most times something wakes me up before I reach the conclusion. And even when the content seems like it should be scary, my perception of it is usually more edge-of-the-seat action than horror.
By which I mean, I don't usually have nightmares.
Until recently, and I don't know what the hell is up with my subconcious. Also, they're all very bizzarre. (But tactile, if that makes any sense. I thought you're not supposed to feel stuff in dreams.)
A couple of days ago it was that my friend shot me, and even though I knew I was going to come back--that dream had a kind of highlander subplot going--it was still pretty unpleasant. I even dreamt the blinding white light thing.
Then night before last I dreamt that my brother was executed for murdering this lady's baby.
Me: Except later it turned out that she'd been having an affair with this zombie spirit thing that, like, infested bodies. And then this kid that had been involved turned on her and beat her to death with a baseball bat. So the whole thing was neatly wrapped up, and then I woke up.
Brother: So I was innocent?
Me: Yeah.
Me: But still dead.
I was relieved to wake up and find no one had been executed after all, but I wish I rememebered the whole story. As I recall, it hung together pretty well.
And then last night I kept dreaming weird, distubing dreams and waking up, then falling asleep again. One of them I was trying to get into my apartment, but the building was all warped, and scary dudes were hanging all about it.
The one I remember clearer though is one where I somehow ended up with two ducks stuck to my back--I'm not sure how--and the beak of one of them was sticking me in the spine and it was starting to really hurt. And it really did hurt. Maybe I was asleep on the remote, or something, but I don't think so.
I started to freak out about the duck, because if it broke its neck or something, then I'd have a dead duck stuck to me. (I have a dead thing phobia.) For some reason the kendo crowd was around, so I asked if someone could please get these ducks off me, they're really hurting my back, and they were all apologetic, saying, "Sorry, dude, but they're kendo ducks."
I don't know why that's a nightmare, but it was. I woke up all freaked out, and OMG, ducks!
my brother says my getting DSL would be an act of gross disloyalty
The reason I have not gotten to replies is that one of my neigbors had an unsecured wireless connection, and therefore I was required to spend every online moment watching youtube.
Obviously it's off now, or I would be watching crazy fun vids instead of posting. Oh, dial-up, you are the bane of my existence.