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 June, 2008
June 6th, 2008
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Me computer is broken. I probably won't be back online regularly until sometime next week.
*hugs laptop* PLEASE DON'T EVER LEAVE ME AGAIN. IT WAS HORRIBLE, I TELL YOU.
Indonesian cellphones have this new thing that I guess is supposed to be flash and awesome, but really makes me wish I could mete horrible death on whoever the hell thought it up.
See, when you call a cell, you no longer hear that phone-is-ringing tone, but instead a clip from the most irritating local pop songs OFF ALL TIME plays on loop until the phone is answered or you commit messy, ugly suicide to end the pain. Or hang up. Depending on the song clip. Some of them stick in your head and continue to replay there, and nothing you do to your phone will help.
Actually, the song clips are sort of randomly added, I guess by the provider, and I assume the user can easily change them to non-irritating, even non-Indo songs, but no one I call gives enough of a crap about cell phone shinies to figure out how.
I HAVE BEEN SITTING HERE FOR AN HOUR MEANING TO CALL MY MOTHER BACK, BUT HER GODDAMN RING SONG KEEPS DETERRING ME. I HAVE STARTED DIALING HER NUMBER LIKE FOUR TIMES NOW AND QUIT EVERY TIME.
It's like those sonic anti-gopher things, but effective. I wonder if they're all doing it on purpose: "Nothing keeps Bart away like obnoxious pop on replay. Pass it on."
What the hell is it with people who insist that anyone behaving and/or dressing in a non-gender normative way is "Trying to make some sort of statement" and usually assumes that statement is about "some aspect of their sexuality I'm just not interested in," and that therefore that (transgender presenting) person should save it for when they're not out in public/performing whatever form of martial or performing art/at formal events/anywhere the speaker might see it.
Because it's distracting when we can't figure out if a person is female or male, because their genitals are totally our business, and no one is ever intersexed or has hormonal problems, thats just something doctors made up to get talking head spots on the Discovery channel, right?
And oh yeah, because we don't care about gender/sex messages anyone might incorporate into their body text. Nope. Not at all. That's why we're so distracted by it.
So you know, you folks should just quit that nelly-boy butch-girl transgender crap, ok? We are so progressive that we do not care about sex and gender, so please hide it from out easily-distracted, super enlightened and tolerant eyes.
Maybe a boy who wears bangles does have a message in his choice of accesory. It is usually "I like bangles". And if he is very effeminate, the 'message' is really no deeper than "I am very effeminate." If he's wearing a dress, the message might be, "I am actualy a woman," but is occasionally just "I like dresses." It might not be something you run into every day, but if you "don't care at all", then what is the fucking problem?
It's not like the gender majority is a blank screen of body-text. Theres no shortage of guys running around presenting in a way that screams, "I am a straight normatively gendered man", and you know, I'm sure the queerer of the population don't give a flying rat's ass about their sex life and gender identity, either, but you don't see anyone telling the jock boys to queer it up to a more neutral state because no one gives a shit how hot they think cheerleaders are.
Seriously, put up or shut up. If you can't delete your gender identity from your wardrobe and body and body language, don't expect anyone else to, either.
Douchebags.
eta: Posted here so I don't flame war on forums where it will only become a war of attrition, possibly involving cat macros. If you can't reply in a non dumbassed manner, then just shove it. I'm in no mood.
I really hope they let Baltar redeem himself by the end of this. I think he's a miserable coward, but it would be nice to see his guilt/evation thing that's dragged on since S1Ep1 end with him getting a spine and trying to make right rather than with some kind of vindiction death.
The charachters grown on me some, and while like S4 Baltar less than I liked weird, strange-behaving S1 Baltar (not that I was that crazy about either), I think having him killed in some kind of traitor's fate plot thing would negate all the blurred lines between human and cylon that they've set up since.
Also, MAYBE spoilerish, but not really:
Aw, Chief. That scene killed me. You know the one.
Also, Ty is an ass, but I always feel so bad for him and how his wife died. They don't even discuss her death, or even cut to images of her or ANYTHING, but it's just so Always There.
Summer semester starts tommorow. I meant to clean up my apartment over the interim, but that didn't happen. I did do a lot of laundry, though, even if the stacks are still on my floor. Haha.
This is my senior year, and I should be happy to be nearing the end of the longest undergrad in the world, but I'm not, really. I have less idea where the fuck I'm going than I did when I was 19. I regret a lot of the academic decisions that I made in past, especially because I sort of knew I wasn't completely happy with those decisions even as I made them.
[original][-9r; original_100 #8] Drink My Water, Smoke My Cigarettes [1/??][PG13]
I used to have this rule, where I wasn't going to use anything for prompt!fic that I hadn't "unlocked" by getting to it in the main arc. Yeah, I run my life like an RPG, or I would if I had any will power.
Just think of it as secret cheat code.
Game SHAAAARRRKK!!
008. Weeks Drink My Water, Smoke My Cigarettes In which there are other charachters in -9r, who have nothing to do with the Ratatosk.
slash o'meter (or; your big gay fic may need more sparkles)
Over in originalfic fandom, (What? That can me a fandom.) there's been some recent discussion about lack of comments and a lack of interest in meta and discussion. Which naturally led into venting of frustration (By which I mean: me whining) about how hard it is to find a place to post original fiction (as opposed to fanfic) where others will see it.
Since not only is interest in original fiction relatively small, the comms--or at least the active ones--tend to be divided by theme and category. And by that I don't mean genre, but "spanky fic", or whatever.
The most general of originalfic comm themes? Slash. (Which, for the two people on my flist, who I'm pretty sure don't know: means stories featuring same-sex relationships, though theres more to it than that.)
I know it looks crap, I drew it in the margin of my ILL notes. Yo can even see the notes encroaching a bit. Actually, this is bigger than the actual sketch, bcause I draw tinyyyy~ I scaled it a bit bigger so my wiggly handwriting could have a shot at being legible.
I have kendo stuff all weekend. Just the idea of putting on bogu in this heat makes me want to go back to bed and not get out until Monday. ;____; Except that it's too goddamn hot to even do that, wtf.
Also, I bet anyone anything 'warm up' tomorrow includes a psychotic amount of suburi. Which next to being the thing that will most likely one day kill me, hasn't been fun on my elbow the last couple of weeks. And Sunday is a tournament, which I think combines with the previous in this fomula: crazy Saturday suburi + bad elbow = Sunday ass-kicked like woah.
Not that I wouldn't get my ass kicked anyway, but y'know. I like to aim for a less pathetic degree of failure whenever possible.
Which reminds me: I have to go to the laudromat and wash my uniform. It is a week and a half of yuck. I might as well smell flowery fresh while I get clobbered.
And right after, ran into H, who whupped me in something like fifteen seconds flat. I don't want to whine, because H is very good, and I don't want to sound like I thought I was anywhere close to having a chance, but I do wish I had put up a better fight. Or at least dragged it out a little.
I like fighting my dojomates in tournaments, though. The best part of today was when I was tsuba to tsuba with H and we were both going YEARGGGAAARGHHHH.
And also when someone from the dojo left the court as another was entering and we knocked kote as we passed each other. That was awesome.
Sukiyakiya is right. You can't swing a dead cat in khr fandom without taking out at least five Indonesians. O___O I've never seen so many of us'ns in one place on 'net that wasn't exlusively Indo (AI, eL, IG, GI, MnC, etc). DAYUM.
The manga must be pretty up to speed in Jakarta, then, huh? US translations take forever, and I'm too lazy to read online. I want to skip ahead to where the art gets pretty and crack gets less dumb. What chapter is that?
And what the shit is Jakarta Comic Dome market? Don't tell me you guys have gone and leapt into the 21st century while I've been away? Because that's just not fair. you're supposed to wait up and stuff.
PS: And why is everyone's art so good? I was counting on you folks to continue sucking so I could make a living back in teh homeland. You're messing up my slacker plans like woah.
this is probably why I don't have any normal friends
After kendo, I often catch dinner with H and H2. And since one of the optimal hang-outs (close to dojo, open late, and you don't have to wait for water refills) has gone from pay-at-counter to sit-and-dine, we had to go through that whole bill calculation thing and make change for each other.
Me: *puts in twenty*
H: *puts in ten*
Me: *takes ten*
Me: *puts in three ones*
H: *puts in five*
H: *takes ones*
H: Ew. Why are they wet?
Me: Because they were in my pocket.
H: . . . ?
Me: . . . and my underpants are really sweaty.
H: Ewwwww
H2: *snork*
Me: I mean. They probably touched this water glass. It's got condensation.
Me: That's probably what happened.
H: Sure it was.
Me: I can give you dry ones.
H: I ALREADY TOUCHED THEM.
Me: Sorry.
Me: Next time I'll lie right away instead trying to make it better.
H: YOU DO THAT.
H2: *snork snork*
I'm in an acting class, because it fulfills my last liberal art requirement. And because it allows you to earn credit for behaving like a moron. Hey, I said, I can do that.
Our second assigment is to act out a very ambiguous script. It goes something like "Hey" "What?" "Well . . ." and so forth, and you can interpret it any way you want.
Then I heard my friend J and her partner saying "In the bedroom," and I was all "OMG IDEA THIEF".
J: Ours is that he's my boyfriend, and I've been out too late, and I'm trying to sneak back in. And he catches me and goes "hey".
Me: Oh. Okay. That's totally different, then.
Me: I'm trying to get V to be my boyfriend who has erectile dysfunction
J: OMG
V: That's not what we're doing. You made that up just now.
Me: Buuu~t honeeeeyy~
J: You should do that. Go there. Totally.
J: That is fucked up.
J: . . .
J: Aww. I'm so proud of you guys.
And all I had to do was keep veto-ing V's ideas to make him eventually give up and give in. Ahahahahaha~
Although I won't be surprised if he de-friends me on facebook as soon as this assigment is over.
To give an overview of what my ideas are like, when I showed J my first assigment (think of 12 ways to do an everyday action, like brushing teeth, or getting dressed) she asked if I was drunk when I made them up--I wasn't.
Me: My YIM says you want to add me to your buddy list. So I OK-ed, and sent you an IM, but you never answered. Do you not actually have YIM?
Dad: Sure, I have it.
Me: *from this confident tone, I already have a suspicious feeling*
Dad: I also have voicemail.
Me: *why do you sound so proud of that? it's not a special thing, you know? /swt /swt*
Me: So why didn't you answer my IM?
Dad: I don't open it if I don't know who it is.
Me: But . . . YOU added ME. And the YIM chat box opens otomatically.
Dad: Not mine. I'm careful about these things.
Me: . . . -______-
Me: . . . Oke lah.
I know a headache coming when I see it. I know when to retreat. Seriously, whenever my dad starts talking about technology, a little voice in my head starts screaming.
Bro: So does Dad have YIM or what?
Me: I'm 90% sure he doesn't even know what it is.