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Name: nadya Location: Indonesia Birthday: 11/11/1985 Gender: Female
Interests: *wondering* umm, reading, sleeping (nonproductive activity, eh? :P ), and swimming (sooo fresh!)
Expertise: My area of expertise? What a difficult question. Hope I'll figure it out soon :) Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
7/11/2003
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You are Hatsuharu."> You are Hatsuharu.
okay, let's try something new: posting a quiz result. what will happen? lots of things to learn, trial and error ^_^ | | |
| sorry, long time not blogging. the next question is: will i continue this blog or not? hehehe | | |
| Sammi Hu
She really caught my eye from the first time I saw her on MTV Chinese hitlist. She's sooo fussy, expressive, energetic, full of laughter and spirit and I like the way she's moving her hands so vividly .
Cayo, Sammi!
-can't wait for another MTV Chinese hitlist- 
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Ondeee, bargaining!
After a dreadful day in the hospital, my mother took me to Malioboro (a famous street in Yogyakarta. We can buy many unique things along the street -can't find suitable image to describe it :< ). Mother and daughter’s night at Malioboro, delicious!
My mother picked two batiks (traditional cloth from Yogyakarta) for Buyut. The seller thought we’re sisters!-damn seller! He said my mother looked younger than her real age, but then he gave a very high price on the batiks we tend to buy. Hm, nice trick. Sellers, typical. :(
Being shocked with the crazy price, spontaneously I spoke Minang language (most of the sellers in Malioboro street is from Minang), “Ondee, mahal bana!” (Ondeeee, too expensive!)
-Onde have no meaning, it’s just an accentuation to express feelings like happy, sad, suprised, angry, anything! Whenever you meet Minang people, just say ondeeeee (with a looong eeee :P). Sometimes I think people say ‘onde’ just because they want to excersize their mouth :P-
Actually, I can’t speak Minang. Even my father and his family (I mean: my father’s parents, grandparents and so on) is from Minang, they don’t want to teach me the language (why? Ask them, I don’t really know :P). I learnt a little bit of this language from my new friends at college. (The word ‘college’ makes me shiver. Hurray, this September I’m going to be a college student! Ondeeee! :P). So, when the seller suddenly became so ‘cheerful’ and ask me a lot of question in Minangese/Minang language, I went crazy! Thank God, my overconfidence nature saved me. We chatted in Minang, the words just poped up from my mouth. Guess what, I bargained the price and he gave me 25 % discount! (still not cheap enough, greedy me :P) You know, Minang people like to help each other, so probably if you could speak Minang and say you’re from Minang, you’ll get a cheap prize at Malioboro street :P.
After paying the batik, we went to the place we parked the car. A bicycle carrying garbage hit someone car’s body, and the lamp was crashed. People were laughing at a ‘panic’ security who was looking for a selotipe to fixed it. He gave advice to the biker and walking at the same time! Poor security.
At home, I found a magazine+bonus: school agenda that I’ve always wanted. Thanks bro’!
Well, well, another peculiar day. What a life. Ondeeee!
Minang traditional house with its unique trademark: bagonjong roof
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| All About Buyut
Yesterday, it’a all about Buyut (my mother’s grandmother). She’s a healthy 90 years old (my brother’s friend said his grandma still can cultivate the soil and pick chillies in the garden at this age, bully friend :P). She has been visiting my family in Yogyakarta since June 21, 2003. Four days ago, suddenly something happened to Buyut. She woke me up in the midnight and told me that she almost fell down in the kitchen when she tend to get a glass of water. I was not yet 100 % concious from my sleep until my mother came. Buyut kept talking and sighing to God knows who, so my mother brought her back to her room and gave her a glass of water. What’s my part? Well, I helped my mother, you know, just some easy stuff to do (not important, kekeke :P).
After that day, every midnight Buyut woke up and her condition became worse. She already couldn’t hear (we must yell at her ear), and now she couldn’t speak clearly as well. She couldn’t walk by herself, she couldn’t see, and –I don’t know how to say this- seemed like she’s living in a vivid imagination. She made us confused with her request, such as,”Buy some food for the guests.” Hello? There’s no guest here except you, Buyut :D. Don’t mention how she always grabbed our cheek and kissed it over and over. Blah.
But nothing’s worse than yesterday. She almost fell down again and she mistaken my bedroom as the toilet! Awkward, but it’s definitely true! You sure must trust me, she pee twice there! (ew) *ready to throw*. She almost use my book to clean it up! -phew, it’s close :P, thank God…. Note: leaving my bedroom unlocked will be too dangerous, eh? :P
Realizing that the situation was too tragic for me (–hell, why must my room?), my mother offered to clean it up, but I must clean the toilet, for your information the whole family already complained about the smell. Okay, love u mom :P.
The disaster wasn’t finish yet. The domino effect began. My youngest brother (4 years old) was traumatic seeing Buyut’s strange attitude (and her hair too, Buyut never comb her hair after that day so it look like a snake or something). He couldn’t sleep and remain cry until midnight. Then, my mother felt sick and ask me to ‘kerok’ her. (‘Kerokan’ is a traditional treatment in Indonesia, using coin and oleum kajuputi). My other brother (14 years old) and my father was okay (because they never give a shit about all this stuff, kekeke :P), but I was tired and dizzy (weak me :P). Pathetic.
Now, Buyut’s in the hospital. The doctor gave her insulin, oxygen, etc. He said her heartbeat was unstabil. Whatever, just wishing the best for everybody J.
By the way, my family made some analysis about the cause of this drastic change (what a family :P). I think the main cause is the moment she almost fell down in the kitchen. Maybe some nerves was pulled, or ,you know, medical matters. My father believe it’s more to pshycological matters, Buyut have something bothering her mind. My mother said it was the letter from Buyut’s step son asking her to send some money. My brother have no idea. “Why bother,” he said. Kekeke :P, what a brother. Curious to know what’s your theory ;D.
Well, yesterday was absolutely Buyut’s day. How about your Buyut? | | |
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