An example of English translation of Indonesian colloquial speech

SO, (as anybody may not know), I'm currently pursuing a degree in translation and interpreting studies. Stream: Indonesian (of course!).

One time we had a tutorial, doing translation from Indonesian source text to English, as the target language.

As I always have this difficulty, to translate Indonesian text to English, I felt especially relieved when my tutor, an Australian lady who has incredible skills in Indonesian, thought that my English translation of Indonesian colloquial speech was veeery nice. Teehee.

Just so you know, this particular speech was from a Minister of Indonesia... so then, translating it was kind of, uhm, hard? Hard that his speaking was very LOVELY that my classmates and I had a terrible time understanding his messages... Duh.

Anyway, here is what I had done in that tutorial

The Indonesian source speech:

"Misalnya ambil tema tentang sungai, sudah ada bahan IPAnya di situ. Sungai itu ada airnya, rumusnya H₂O, bisa mengalir kenapa karena ada perbedaan tekanan. Juga memiliki derajat kejernihan, bisa wudhu, satu mata pelajaran bisa dikaitkan kemana-mana, kotoran sungai tercemar, dan seterusnya. Dengan demikian anak-anak memiliki kemampuan utuh. Anak-anak SD tidak mendapat pendekatan yang terpisah-pisah, tapi utuh. Mudah mempelajari sesuatu yang kecil-kecil jika sudah dewasa," paparnya.

The English translation: 

“Take a topic about river for example. The materials for the Natural Sciences are already there. In the river, there is water. The water’s formula is H₂O. The water can flow, why, because there is a difference of water pressure. Water also has degree of clarity. Water can also be used for washing before prayers. So, one subject can be linked to anything. Say, there is waste in the river, the river gets polluted, and so forth. Therefore, the children have a complete competence. The primary school children will not get separate approaches, but an integrated one. It will be easier to learn from small things when they grow up,” he explained.

My tutor commented:

The translation was nice because I kept the colloquial feeling in the English translation, therefore, the translation is quite faithful to the source text. 

My thought:

Phew! What a task!

"what in the world was I thinking?" ...meh =P

mhehehe, look at those pitiful birds... couldn't even help themselves so as to not being captured in this shoot...

by the way, what was I doing there? *cough* a series of sillyme in a chilly weather *cough*

"hmm, what should we do with these birds?"

"I can't seem to fit them all in with my hands..."

"forget it, let's take a picture first!"

Happy Condolence!

I should've done my assignments... duh, but the urge to lament my heartbreaking moment is bigger than the fact that I have three dues. God, please forgive me...

Perhaps this is the very first time that I post something in my blog that relates to sports. Ah, this does not mean that I am suddenly beginning to do any exercise, though recently I've learned how to swim (note that!!) and started to play badminton again (HA!). Very impressive turnaround for me, I must say. And all of those were due to my friends kept nagging me to join them. Which was worked, none the less.

What I wanted to rant here is after another miracle did not appear anywhere close inside the majestic football stadium of FC Barcelona, one of the largest stadium in the world, Camp Nou.

Yes, you guess it right. I am one of those Cules who regard Barca as their favorite football club. (well, I'm also fond of Juventus in Serie A, as well as Man United in Premier League. Just happen that Barca is my No. 1)

Anyway, this current Barca squad could not make it to the Champions League final... very sad thing, for us Cules, obviously... but, what makes it more painful is that the loss is quite a big blow. An aggregate of 7-0 for Bayern Munchen, the German side who crushed this Barca this time around, is enough evidence how much it hurts me so bad. So bad that whenever I see someone wearing Bayern jersey, I feel this pain (I'm sensitive, you know, heuheu). I can't stand the reality that the Barca I support currently did not bounce back to at least score a goal to lower the deficit. (just so you know, I'm not talking about an own goal by Pique)

Nevertheless, for the good and the bad times, this erroneous performance of Barca should be a giant lesson for next time.

As for now, I'd like to reminisce the time when a magical comeback once happened in Camp Nou. (yes, I'm referring to 4-0 win, that Barca magnificently attained after AC Milan thrashed them 2-0)

Let me 'Happy Condolence' myself.

photos: credit to owner

loving the atmosphere at that very night... "We are one team"

Hurt Much? VERY.

I find it is very stupid of me to actually post a 'test from God' aka accident of my OWN in my very own BLOG. Heh. (on a side note, is there any saying that goes something like 'stupid things follow stupid people'? if there is, then I'm in serious problem...)

So, about a week ago I was a bit unfortunate. Though I knew that it was such a FATEful event in my life. Getting hit by a can of tuna. (There you go!) Right on my face. Under my eye. Very precise. It was so fateful that I was deeply grateful God was very very Merciful He did not let the tuna can hit my dear eyes. *sobs

How did I get entangled with the tuna can you ask? Clearly enough it was not because I liked to have a physical contact with a tuna. A tuna can to be exact. 

And on my poor face of all places. I was sane enough to know that a tuna can was meant for eating.

I was trying to take a box of tissue that time. My friend and I had just finished dinner and we ran out of the tissue on the table. So, I just casually took it out from the kitchen's cabinet which was above me. I realized there were some tuna cans piling up right beside the tissue box. And it seemed that when I tried to take the tissue out, the edge of the box must have touched the cans at the upper level. Two of the tuna cans fell down, and being a shorty, though not that so shorty that I was...while looking up to the cabinet, one of the falling cans landed nicely onto my face before it reached the floor. Very nicely, that it left such a deep impression on me. I felt stunned for a second there and pain none the less, before I quickly realized that I got hit by the tuna can. It was really really hurt.

I then noticed that it left my face a mark. A scar. Duh.

And I really disliked seeing blood... urrgh, so soon after I applied some medicine to help recover the scar. It worked, apparently, although few days later I kept having pain especially around my eye.

Now, the scar has begun to slowly disappear, but the swelling seems taking longer to heal... still feeling pain when touching it... I'm just afraid since it is under my eye... What if something and something happens and affects my eye? What if... Okay, enough with this stupid hallucination.

Fact is, I do pray it will heal completely soon...

Fine, fine, I'm still having stupid hallucination. Oh, God, getting rid of stupid feelings sure is a hard thing.

 

no, this was not the perpetrator... I 'kidnapped' this image from the internet (and edited the image to make it more dramatic) just to let you all know the look of its twin which was the real perpetrator, apparently...

If a mistake could be anymore sillier

On one of the days, of one things I could do... I chose to make a mistake. 

The stupidest. The silliest. The dumbest. Of all the mistakes the world possibly has.

That time, that I will remember my whole life.

That time, when I thought I should get rid of some unused software installed in my laptop. I went to >Start< then to >Control Panel< then I clicked on >Programs and Features< then moved the cursor until I saw >Uninstall a Program<

I found what I wanted. Clicked on a particular program in the list. Uninstalled.

Up until several programs, I did well. So far nobody's hurt. Not me, at least. Not sure with the software developers, though.

But then, I came across bothering words. Ugh, I mean, I was bothered that there were more than one Mozilla Firefox versions. AND SO. I decided to take an action. One of the versions needed to be removed.

Feeling that it was an important decision to make, quickly I moved my finger to the oldest version of Mozilla, and ordered the laptop to remove it from my life. Forevah.

And it DID. Literally. 

Not only that the oldest version was gone, the newest was too. Even worse, in fact, I couldn't find the Mozilla Firefox icon in my laptop!!

What had I done??? Oh, my God... I did it again. 

Why in the world I didn't even think twice when deleting it. I felt so horribly stupid. 

Then I had to open another browser, found the latest version of Mozilla, and installed it again into my laptop. HA. A smart and efficient girl would have never gone through this silly happening in her life. What a drama!

And to think that it was me again who kept documenting the silly-things-and-their-affairs into a book of record. 

Phew. 

if this were the icon, I might've been thinking twice, no... thrice!