ah... feels good
it's raining outside, and i just finished publishing rain (2). if you're asking 'why the same title again' it's because I'm thinking of the guy i liked but already liked someone else
understand?
well, it's painful. hahahahaha
but well damn
i'll tell you
(wait why so many paragraph
ah damn! another paragraph!)
okok. enough about the paragraphs. did i ever tell that i'm working on a loooooooong story? i think (once again i think) i did. well now i'm focusing on finishing that one. why? because i've only got 3 weeks of holiday, to make things worse, each chapter consists of 7-8 pages, and i've still got maybe around 3 chapters. then this story has 2 parts. don't worry, i don't plan to finish all two parts in 3 weeks, that'll kill me. but i think to finish the 1st part's gonna be a biiig challenge and maybe fma will be paused for a while....
so es tut mir Leid....
GYAAAAAH! that's a paragraph!
and please note one thing that i won't publish my story in here because like my teacher always said 'you don't earn money from your blog'.
well, that's bad news. so i have to convince my teacher (who's fortunately a writer as well) so he can at lease recommend my silly story. just a bit science fiction with simple physics, but part 2 will be 'play ciphering'. and 'play catch'. no, no, 'play fetch'. like a dog, yes, yes. i don't know, i haven't made a plot for the second part.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Rain
The dark clouds gathered
Covered the blue skies
And the thunders roar
As the rain fell
The dark clouds gathered
Covered the blue skies
As the world turned dark
And the rain fell
The sun ran away
And hid behind the dark clouds
And the birds ran away
Hiding under the trees
The rain fell
Watering the whole earth with coldness
Covering the whole earth in darkness
Hiding the earth in its clouds
People come and leave in our life
People fill and empty our life
People build and destroy our life
People show and hide in our life
The rain never comes
Unless the fate wants it to
The rain never leaves
Unless the fate wants it to
You never told me what you come for
You never told me why you leave
You never told me what you want
You never told me anything
You never said anything to me
You never looked at me even once
You never listened to me whatever I said
You never paid me any attention
You never thought of me as something
I don't get it
I didn't do anything wrong
I never tried to harm you
But you only gave me a cold shoulder
You are always in my mind
You never leaves my mind
You are always in my heart
You never leaves my heart
Even if the rain fell
Washed everything from land
Even if the rain fell
And took everything away from me
You never got washed away
Not in my heart
It never took you away
Not in my heart
You don't know how empty my heart is
You don't know how empty my life is
I always life in this darkness
I always live in this abyss of loneliness
The dark clouds gathered
Covered the blue skies
And the thunders roar
As the rain fell
People come and leave in our life
People fill and empty our life
People build and destroy our life
People show and hide in our life
Why?
Why must you leave?
Why can't you stay?
Why am I left alone?
You don't know how empty my heart is
You don't know how empty my life is
I always life in this darkness
I always live in this abyss of loneliness
Why?
Why must you leave?
Why can't you stay?
Why am I left alone?
The rain fell upon me
WIth the water
Pierced painfully into my heart
Leaving deep scars in there
You don't understand how I feel
You don't want to look at me
You don't want to pay any attention
You don't want to give me anything
Then why
Why does the rain fell upon me?
Why does the rain chooses me?
Why won't it stop?
The rain never comes
Unless the fate wants it to
The rain never leaves
Unless the fate wants it to
So won't fate stop the rain
Which fell upon me?
Covered the blue skies
And the thunders roar
As the rain fell
The dark clouds gathered
Covered the blue skies
As the world turned dark
And the rain fell
The sun ran away
And hid behind the dark clouds
And the birds ran away
Hiding under the trees
The rain fell
Watering the whole earth with coldness
Covering the whole earth in darkness
Hiding the earth in its clouds
People come and leave in our life
People fill and empty our life
People build and destroy our life
People show and hide in our life
The rain never comes
Unless the fate wants it to
The rain never leaves
Unless the fate wants it to
You never told me what you come for
You never told me why you leave
You never told me what you want
You never told me anything
You never said anything to me
You never looked at me even once
You never listened to me whatever I said
You never paid me any attention
You never thought of me as something
I don't get it
I didn't do anything wrong
I never tried to harm you
But you only gave me a cold shoulder
You are always in my mind
You never leaves my mind
You are always in my heart
You never leaves my heart
Even if the rain fell
Washed everything from land
Even if the rain fell
And took everything away from me
You never got washed away
Not in my heart
It never took you away
Not in my heart
You don't know how empty my heart is
You don't know how empty my life is
I always life in this darkness
I always live in this abyss of loneliness
The dark clouds gathered
Covered the blue skies
And the thunders roar
As the rain fell
People come and leave in our life
People fill and empty our life
People build and destroy our life
People show and hide in our life
Why?
Why must you leave?
Why can't you stay?
Why am I left alone?
You don't know how empty my heart is
You don't know how empty my life is
I always life in this darkness
I always live in this abyss of loneliness
Why?
Why must you leave?
Why can't you stay?
Why am I left alone?
The rain fell upon me
WIth the water
Pierced painfully into my heart
Leaving deep scars in there
You don't understand how I feel
You don't want to look at me
You don't want to pay any attention
You don't want to give me anything
Then why
Why does the rain fell upon me?
Why does the rain chooses me?
Why won't it stop?
The rain never comes
Unless the fate wants it to
The rain never leaves
Unless the fate wants it to
So won't fate stop the rain
Which fell upon me?
Sunday, March 27, 2011
4
Mustang sighed as he sat down on the floor.
"Why..." Hawkeye sighed. "We only get to settle a HQ underground..." she said.
Armstrong smiled. "But it's better than nothing," he said. "And we have Lieutenant Fuery with us as well..."
Fuery sighed. "But radio signals will have some trouble reaching this place," he said. "Because this place is so isolated and all..."
Armstrong slammed down his fist to the ground. A blue flash appeared for a moment, then it turned dark again.
"Well..." he said as he stood up again, next to his brand-new mini radio tower. "Will this help?"
Fuery's mouth fell open. "Will it really work, Armstrong?" Mustang asked. "I sure hope so, sir," Armstrong said.
"Now, you see..." he said. "Just ask anything you need and we can make it for you."
He put his hands on his waist. "This is the art of alchemy!" he shouted.
Everyone looked at him for a while. Armstrong smiled and bowed down. "Anything else?" he asked.
Mustang sighed. "Well, start by making a phone..." He paused. "And stop shouting. You're drawing attention."
"And what about Edward?" Hawkeye asked. "If he's no longer with us..."
"Don't worry," Mustang said. "I know someone who will help."
•••
Winry looked out of the window from the second storey of her shop as she wore a brown jacket and buttoned it up.
"Man," she said with a sigh. "This is bad."
She turned back to her wooden room and walked to a wooden table. "Seems like there's no getting out of the town..."
RIIIINGGG
She looked back to the corner of the room to find her phone on a small box ringing.
"Who is it?" she asked as she walked to it and picked up the phone.
"Hello? With Winry here," she greeted.
"Ah, Winry," Hawkeye said. "It's me..."
Winry's eyes widened. "Colonel!" she exclaimed. "Are you alright?"
Hawkeye smiled. "I'm alright, but I can't move much," she said. "You're alright, too?"
"Ah, yes," Winry said. "I'm a bit worried about you guys..."
"We're alright, don't worry," Hawkeye said. "However..."
"What are you doing! Give me the phone!"
"General, shut up!
"You're wasting time, colonel!"
Winry stood there as she held the phone. "What! Give me the phone!" Mustang shouted. "I'll talk! I'll talk!" Hawkeye shouted. "What! I will! I will!" Mustang shouted. "Do you know how to talk to a girl about this!" Hawkeye shouted.
CLICK
"Hey! give it back! give it back!" Hawkeye shouted. "AH, damn! Shut up will you!" Mustang shouted.
"Hey, hey..." WInry said with a sigh.
"Sorry, Winry!" Mustang apologized. "I had a little riot with the colonel here..."
"Colonel Hawkeye, please calm down..." Armstrong said. Hawkeye sighed and sat on the cold rock floor.
"But I guess it's settled now," Mustang said as he smiled. Hawkeye looked at him for a while, then she sighed. Winry smiled in relief. "Did you say you want to walk about something, general?" she asked. Mustang rubbed his head. "Actually, I do..." he said. "Then speak it up," she said. Mustang sighed and looked at Armstrong. He nodded and leaned to Mustang. "Sir, talk about it slow," he whispered. Mustang sighed again. "I sure hope for a good reaction," he said. "I'm sure she will give one," Armstrong said.
Mustang took a deep breath. "If you don't mind," he said. "This is about those Germans..."
Winry sighed. "I don't mind, go ahead," she said. Mustang smiled. "I always know you're a good girl," he said. "And however..."
"You want my help?" Winry asked. Mustang sighed. "You're sharp," he said. SHe smiled. "Why, thank you," she said. "And I really hope you can help us," Mustang said. "Why, of course I will!" she said.
"Well, I really am expecting your help..." he said. "Because this is about Fullmetal."
Her eyes grew wide. Mustang quickly read her mind. "Look, Winry, I'm really sorry," Mustang said. "No, I'm alright, general," she said as she felt some tears on her face. "I'm just..."
CLICK
"Hello, WInry?'
There was no answer. "Winry?" Mustang asked again.
There was still no answer.
Mustang's eyes grew wide and he felt cold sweat on his forehead.
"Hello?"
•••
"It went surprising well..."
Ed looked out of the window at the Amestris soldiers marching out of the town. "Right, Edward?' Mengele asked. Edward looked back and nodded. "Yes, doc," he said. Mengele sighed. "Come on, not that face," he said. "You should look a bit more cheerful..."
Ed smiled. "I know, doc. I just feel kinda tired," he said. "I think I'll go take a rest..."
Ed turned and walked away. "See you, doctor," he said.
Ed opened the door as Mengele watched him. "I'll come tomorrow in the morning..."
Mengele smiled. "Don't be late," he said. "Of course I won't," Ed said as he opened the door.
•••
The next day
Ed walked into the room he left the day before. But nobody was there, there was only him.
RIINNGGGG!!!
Ed looked at the phone. It still rang loudly and the whole phone was shaking. Ed walked to it and picked it up.
"The doctor is out for a while," he said. "Please wait for a..."
"hey, Edward," Mengele said. "It's me."
Ed was stunned. "Yes, doc?" he asked. Mengele smiled. "Guess what?' he asked. "I've got something for you."
Ed didn't say anything. "You see the bookshelf on the right?" Mengele asked. Ed looked to the right and nodded. "Yes, sir," Ed said. "Take the book 'elixir' and then walk straight," Mengele said.
"Excuse me?"
Mengele smirked. "Just do it," he said, then he hung up.
ed put down the phone and turned to the bookshelf. "Elixir..." he said as she strolled through the shelf. He looked up and saw a red book.
ELIXIR
Ed sighed. "That one?" he asked. "I can't reach that height..." he grunted. He looked around the room and saw a wooden stool on the corner.
"Now," he said as he walked to it. "Whoever sits on this, I hope he doesn't mind."
He took the stool and put it in front of the bookshelf. "Elixir..." he murmured. "Where is it..."
he took the book and threw it down. He hopped down from the stool and put the book on the table. "Now, what does he mean by walk straight..."
Suddenly Ed heard a screech. he looked back at the shelf and found it moving.
"Hey..." he said. "Don't joke..."
The shelf moved back until it formed a small hole on the wall. Ed walked to it slowly and looked into it.
"It's dark..." he said. "Is this what he meant by walk straight?"
Ed walked slowly to into it. "Just straight, so I'm not going to need any help..." he said.
•••
"I bet he's coming now..."
Mengele looked at his watch with satisfication. "Now let's just wait for the player," he said.
"Why..." Hawkeye sighed. "We only get to settle a HQ underground..." she said.
Armstrong smiled. "But it's better than nothing," he said. "And we have Lieutenant Fuery with us as well..."
Fuery sighed. "But radio signals will have some trouble reaching this place," he said. "Because this place is so isolated and all..."
Armstrong slammed down his fist to the ground. A blue flash appeared for a moment, then it turned dark again.
"Well..." he said as he stood up again, next to his brand-new mini radio tower. "Will this help?"
Fuery's mouth fell open. "Will it really work, Armstrong?" Mustang asked. "I sure hope so, sir," Armstrong said.
"Now, you see..." he said. "Just ask anything you need and we can make it for you."
He put his hands on his waist. "This is the art of alchemy!" he shouted.
Everyone looked at him for a while. Armstrong smiled and bowed down. "Anything else?" he asked.
Mustang sighed. "Well, start by making a phone..." He paused. "And stop shouting. You're drawing attention."
"And what about Edward?" Hawkeye asked. "If he's no longer with us..."
"Don't worry," Mustang said. "I know someone who will help."
•••
Winry looked out of the window from the second storey of her shop as she wore a brown jacket and buttoned it up.
"Man," she said with a sigh. "This is bad."
She turned back to her wooden room and walked to a wooden table. "Seems like there's no getting out of the town..."
RIIIINGGG
She looked back to the corner of the room to find her phone on a small box ringing.
"Who is it?" she asked as she walked to it and picked up the phone.
"Hello? With Winry here," she greeted.
"Ah, Winry," Hawkeye said. "It's me..."
Winry's eyes widened. "Colonel!" she exclaimed. "Are you alright?"
Hawkeye smiled. "I'm alright, but I can't move much," she said. "You're alright, too?"
"Ah, yes," Winry said. "I'm a bit worried about you guys..."
"We're alright, don't worry," Hawkeye said. "However..."
"What are you doing! Give me the phone!"
"General, shut up!
"You're wasting time, colonel!"
Winry stood there as she held the phone. "What! Give me the phone!" Mustang shouted. "I'll talk! I'll talk!" Hawkeye shouted. "What! I will! I will!" Mustang shouted. "Do you know how to talk to a girl about this!" Hawkeye shouted.
CLICK
"Hey! give it back! give it back!" Hawkeye shouted. "AH, damn! Shut up will you!" Mustang shouted.
"Hey, hey..." WInry said with a sigh.
"Sorry, Winry!" Mustang apologized. "I had a little riot with the colonel here..."
"Colonel Hawkeye, please calm down..." Armstrong said. Hawkeye sighed and sat on the cold rock floor.
"But I guess it's settled now," Mustang said as he smiled. Hawkeye looked at him for a while, then she sighed. Winry smiled in relief. "Did you say you want to walk about something, general?" she asked. Mustang rubbed his head. "Actually, I do..." he said. "Then speak it up," she said. Mustang sighed and looked at Armstrong. He nodded and leaned to Mustang. "Sir, talk about it slow," he whispered. Mustang sighed again. "I sure hope for a good reaction," he said. "I'm sure she will give one," Armstrong said.
Mustang took a deep breath. "If you don't mind," he said. "This is about those Germans..."
Winry sighed. "I don't mind, go ahead," she said. Mustang smiled. "I always know you're a good girl," he said. "And however..."
"You want my help?" Winry asked. Mustang sighed. "You're sharp," he said. SHe smiled. "Why, thank you," she said. "And I really hope you can help us," Mustang said. "Why, of course I will!" she said.
"Well, I really am expecting your help..." he said. "Because this is about Fullmetal."
Her eyes grew wide. Mustang quickly read her mind. "Look, Winry, I'm really sorry," Mustang said. "No, I'm alright, general," she said as she felt some tears on her face. "I'm just..."
CLICK
"Hello, WInry?'
There was no answer. "Winry?" Mustang asked again.
There was still no answer.
Mustang's eyes grew wide and he felt cold sweat on his forehead.
"Hello?"
•••
"It went surprising well..."
Ed looked out of the window at the Amestris soldiers marching out of the town. "Right, Edward?' Mengele asked. Edward looked back and nodded. "Yes, doc," he said. Mengele sighed. "Come on, not that face," he said. "You should look a bit more cheerful..."
Ed smiled. "I know, doc. I just feel kinda tired," he said. "I think I'll go take a rest..."
Ed turned and walked away. "See you, doctor," he said.
Ed opened the door as Mengele watched him. "I'll come tomorrow in the morning..."
Mengele smiled. "Don't be late," he said. "Of course I won't," Ed said as he opened the door.
•••
The next day
Ed walked into the room he left the day before. But nobody was there, there was only him.
RIINNGGGG!!!
Ed looked at the phone. It still rang loudly and the whole phone was shaking. Ed walked to it and picked it up.
"The doctor is out for a while," he said. "Please wait for a..."
"hey, Edward," Mengele said. "It's me."
Ed was stunned. "Yes, doc?" he asked. Mengele smiled. "Guess what?' he asked. "I've got something for you."
Ed didn't say anything. "You see the bookshelf on the right?" Mengele asked. Ed looked to the right and nodded. "Yes, sir," Ed said. "Take the book 'elixir' and then walk straight," Mengele said.
"Excuse me?"
Mengele smirked. "Just do it," he said, then he hung up.
ed put down the phone and turned to the bookshelf. "Elixir..." he said as she strolled through the shelf. He looked up and saw a red book.
ELIXIR
Ed sighed. "That one?" he asked. "I can't reach that height..." he grunted. He looked around the room and saw a wooden stool on the corner.
"Now," he said as he walked to it. "Whoever sits on this, I hope he doesn't mind."
He took the stool and put it in front of the bookshelf. "Elixir..." he murmured. "Where is it..."
he took the book and threw it down. He hopped down from the stool and put the book on the table. "Now, what does he mean by walk straight..."
Suddenly Ed heard a screech. he looked back at the shelf and found it moving.
"Hey..." he said. "Don't joke..."
The shelf moved back until it formed a small hole on the wall. Ed walked to it slowly and looked into it.
"It's dark..." he said. "Is this what he meant by walk straight?"
Ed walked slowly to into it. "Just straight, so I'm not going to need any help..." he said.
•••
"I bet he's coming now..."
Mengele looked at his watch with satisfication. "Now let's just wait for the player," he said.
...
to be honest i think this is kinda important... sorry to write this between the exciting fma stories...
as a good indonesian... (am I?) i felt kinda pity for this pds. pds is 'pusat dokumentasi sastra' or 'literature documentation centre' in english, rude translation, sorry. so what's great about this pds? there's a famous pds in indonesia, pds hb jassin. hb jassin is a famous writer in indonesia, and this pds contains so many of the indonesian literature somewhat. say, chairil anwar. i like his poems so much, especially that... what's one... krawang bekasi if i'm not mistaken. too bad the pds has no maintenance money, because of the government, and what the heck are they talking about? new building! the old one's still so beautiful, so grand... and now they want another. crap. (sorry whoever governs who listens to this). and... i really felt [pity for this pds, but what can we do? some people go on the streets, asking for coins, for the pds. good, i must say. like dropping a water into a bucket every 1 hour or wot...
let's pray for this thing. okokok? my fans... let's hope the government do something,
wait do i have any fans at general...
back again. this week's gonna be a holiday, and i hope it rained a lot... i'll try to finish fma. i'll try. hahahahaha. but let me tell you:
warning: prepare a box of tissue next to you if you're sensitive to tragedy stories.
thanks. cry out loud in ch 4. see ya...
as a good indonesian... (am I?) i felt kinda pity for this pds. pds is 'pusat dokumentasi sastra' or 'literature documentation centre' in english, rude translation, sorry. so what's great about this pds? there's a famous pds in indonesia, pds hb jassin. hb jassin is a famous writer in indonesia, and this pds contains so many of the indonesian literature somewhat. say, chairil anwar. i like his poems so much, especially that... what's one... krawang bekasi if i'm not mistaken. too bad the pds has no maintenance money, because of the government, and what the heck are they talking about? new building! the old one's still so beautiful, so grand... and now they want another. crap. (sorry whoever governs who listens to this). and... i really felt [pity for this pds, but what can we do? some people go on the streets, asking for coins, for the pds. good, i must say. like dropping a water into a bucket every 1 hour or wot...
let's pray for this thing. okokok? my fans... let's hope the government do something,
wait do i have any fans at general...
back again. this week's gonna be a holiday, and i hope it rained a lot... i'll try to finish fma. i'll try. hahahahaha. but let me tell you:
warning: prepare a box of tissue next to you if you're sensitive to tragedy stories.
thanks. cry out loud in ch 4. see ya...
Friday, March 25, 2011
3
3 (fma)
2 days later
Central, 1400 hours
Mustang took his mug and drank it. "Ah, damn..." he said as he looked at a piece of paper in front of him. "Those f***ing Germans are coming..."
He quickly looked around.
"Colonel's not here, is she..."
He sighed in relief and took the paper. "You are listening to Capital Radio. Military report. The Germans have marched into Kanama near Central..."
"F***ing radio!" he shouted as he pulled a drawer and took his glove. He quickly wore it and snapped his fingers.
BOOM
Some smokes came out from the radio which was burning. He smiled in satisfication and took off his glove.
"Ah..." he said as he laid back against the black leather chair. "That surprisingly feels good."
Hawkeye opened the door and rushed in. "General, sir!" she called. Mustang sat up straight and sighed. "Yes, what's wrong colonel?" he asked.
"Sir..." Hawkeye said as she panted. "The Germans are offering something..."
Mustang's eyes grew wide. "Something?" he asked. Hawkeye nodded. "Now that they've marched till Kanama, they wanted to offer some kind of peace agreement..." she said. Mustang turned his chair to face the window. "That's surprisingly funny," he said. "The leader is here," she said. "With the His Excellency, talking about something."
He sighed loudly and yawned. "Well, that don't have anything to do with me..." he said. She sighed and walked a few steps to the front.
"Unfortunately, sir," Hawkeye said. "His Excellency wants to see you."
Mustang quickly turned his chair. "NOW?" he asked. "Yes, sir," she said. "But..." "The Fuhrer needs a company," she said with a cynical smile. "Why not you go and provide him one..."
Armstrong peeked in from the door. "And Major General too!" she said as she turned back.
"WHAT!" Mustang shouted. "This old macho guy, me, and old Fuhrer? What are the Germans gonna think of us!" he shouted. Armstrong opened the door and got in.
"Can I help you, Colonel Hawkeye?" he asked. "Yes, sir. His Excellency needs a company to face our guests," she said. "I think the two of you will make a good company..."
Mustang waved his hands as he shook his head. "Don't! Don't!" he whispered. Armstrong looked at him for a while, then he smiled.
"Of course I'd love to be the Fuhrer's company with General Mustang..."
•••
Mustang walked slowly as he yawned with Armstrong walking beside him. Armstrong was smiling, with his chest pumped.
"General, don't make that face," Armstrong said. "That will embarass our Fuhrer..."
"And now, what are the guests gonna think of us..." he murmured. "And I'm afraid this might be a trap..."
Armstrong was surprised. "A trap?" he asked. Mustang lifted his shoulders. "We never know," he said with a sigh.
Armstrong sighed. "But however..." he said. "Yes?" Mustang asked.
"Let's forget about that and try to look good in front of them..."
Mustang sighed. Armstrong stopped walking and held his shoulders. "Now, sir," he said. "Stand up straight and pump that chest of yours!"
Mustang sighed. "I'm not gonna do your stupid suggestion," he said. "I'll behave like I'm used to."
Grummond was standing in front of a door and was clicking his heels impatiently. Suddenly he saw two men at the faraway. A small one and a big one.
"Mustang! Armstrong!" he shouted as he waved his hand. "Come here..."
The two of them walked a bit faster and Grummond opened the door. "Now put your game face," he said. Mustang nodded and Armstrong just smiled.
•••
Mengele sipped a bit of his tea and put down the cup. He took a glass stood upside down on the mahogany table and looked to Ed who was standing behind him.
"Tea, Edward? It's pretty good," he offered. Ed shook his head. "No, thank you, doc," he said. Mengele smiled and looked around the room. It was painted in yellow with a chandelier hanging on the middle of the ceiling.
"Hm..." he said as he sipped his tea again. "For a military office, this isn't half bad."
The door screeched open and an old man in blue military uniform walked in. Two other men—one with black hair and another with muscled body—was following him. Mengele quickly stood up.
"Good afternoon," Grummond said as he saluted. "You must be the Germans' leader."
"And you must be the Fuhrer," Mengele said. "Nice to meet you, sir. The name's Joseph," he introduced himself as he gave out his hand. "Joseph Mengele."
"And you can call me Grummond," Grummond said. "Well, nice to meet you, Joseph," he said as he shook Mengele's hand. He then pulled his hand and smiled.
"Please, sit down," Grummond said. "Sorry I made you wait. There's something I need to take care of," he said.
"Oh, that's alright, sir," Mengele said. "As the leader of the country, there's a lot of things to take care of."
Mustang and Armstrong walked aside and turned their bodies, facing the yellow wall. Ed turned his body back and put his hands below his back.
"General, sir..."
Mustang looked to Armstrong. "What's wrong?" he whispered. "Can't this be a trap?" Armstrong whispered. "I mean, that's Edward Elric..."
"I know, Armstrong."
Armstrong looked down again. "So..." "Armstrong," Mustang whispered. Armstrong looked up to Mustang. "Don't worry," Mustang whispered woth a smile. "His Excellency isn't stupid."
"So..." Mengele said with a big smile. "Ah, yes, let's talk about your thing," Grummond said. Mengele nodded.
"Central," he said. "It's a beautiful city, isn't it?"
Grummond took a cup and poured himself some tea as he listened. "Of course, as the capital city," Grummond said. "We need to make a good impression on foreigners."
Mengele smiled. "But a lot of things do need some fixing," Grummond said as he stood up and walked to the window. "Say, that town clock," he said as he pointed a big black tower. "And also the shops down there... Shoot, look at those big holes... We haven't fixed it since the last air raid..." he said.
"However, it's still a good town," Mengele said. "Despite all that troubles."
Mengele stood up and walked to Grummond.
"Hey, Armstrong," Mustang whispered. "Get ready."
Armstrong nodded and put his eyes on Mengele's moves.
"As you know, Excellency," Mengele said. "My troops has took over maybe half the country."
"And you won't get it full," Mustang whispered with a smile. "Thanks to the Briggs guys up north..."
"No, sir," Armstrong whispered. "I bet he's more interested in Central first before moving up."
Mustang sighed. "Yes, you're right," he whispered. "However, there's something we call mental strike."
"Yes, of course I know that," Grummond said as he turned back. "And I have a lot of casualties and you don't even know what casualties is!"
Mengele sighed. "I'm very sorry, My Excellency..."
Grummond sighed and turned back again. "Just tell me what you want," he said. Mengele smiled cynically and turned back to his seat. "Well..." he said as he pulled his seat. "What about surrender, sir?" he said.
"What?"
Mengele smiled. Grummond turned back as he frowned.
"Surrender," Mengele said. "Yes, that's what I'm talking about..."
"You crazy?" Grummond shouted. "No, sir," Mengele said. "You can just leave and we'll take care of the city..."
"What are the guarantees that you folks won't do anything to my people?" he asked. Mengele smiled. "You don't have to worry about that," he said. "We're not jerks..."
"All soldiers are jerks," Grummond said. "That's what we believe in Amestris."
"Whatever," Mengele said. "I'll show you German jerks keep their promises."
Armstrong looked at Mustang, who was trembling. "I wanna look back," Mustang whispered to himself. "But it's forbidden."
"Ok?" Mengele asked. "What about that?" he asked.
"You sure?"
"Well, trust me like you trust your subordinates."
"Which one?"
"That two behind."
Grummond sighed and walked to the door. "Well," he said as he struck Mustang's shoulders. "I believe you have a plan."
Mustang looked back. "What do you mean, sir?" he asked. Grummond sighed and took Mustang's hand.
"Let's move out of here!"
Mengele watched Grummond dragged Mustang out of the room. Armstrong bowed and quickly followed them.
"Ok, Edward. It's over."
Edward stood still, facing the wall. Mengele struck his shoulders and smiled. "Edward," he called. Ed looked back and forced a smile.
"It's over..."
"I trust you, Mustang," Grummond said. "And stop saying those two words."
Mustang sighed and looked down. "For the time being, I'll be in Briggs," Grummond said. "I believe you can handle things over here, right?"
Mustang nodded. "Yes, sir," he said. "Just tell me if you need something. It can be ammo, people..."
"I just need all pieces I have, sir," Mustang said as he looked up to Grummond. "My queen, my knight, my rook, my bishop," he paused and looked up at Armstrong. "And my major general," he said. "Are you up to it, Armstrong?"
Armstrong saluted.
"Yes, sir!"
2 days later
Central, 1400 hours
Mustang took his mug and drank it. "Ah, damn..." he said as he looked at a piece of paper in front of him. "Those f***ing Germans are coming..."
He quickly looked around.
"Colonel's not here, is she..."
He sighed in relief and took the paper. "You are listening to Capital Radio. Military report. The Germans have marched into Kanama near Central..."
"F***ing radio!" he shouted as he pulled a drawer and took his glove. He quickly wore it and snapped his fingers.
BOOM
Some smokes came out from the radio which was burning. He smiled in satisfication and took off his glove.
"Ah..." he said as he laid back against the black leather chair. "That surprisingly feels good."
Hawkeye opened the door and rushed in. "General, sir!" she called. Mustang sat up straight and sighed. "Yes, what's wrong colonel?" he asked.
"Sir..." Hawkeye said as she panted. "The Germans are offering something..."
Mustang's eyes grew wide. "Something?" he asked. Hawkeye nodded. "Now that they've marched till Kanama, they wanted to offer some kind of peace agreement..." she said. Mustang turned his chair to face the window. "That's surprisingly funny," he said. "The leader is here," she said. "With the His Excellency, talking about something."
He sighed loudly and yawned. "Well, that don't have anything to do with me..." he said. She sighed and walked a few steps to the front.
"Unfortunately, sir," Hawkeye said. "His Excellency wants to see you."
Mustang quickly turned his chair. "NOW?" he asked. "Yes, sir," she said. "But..." "The Fuhrer needs a company," she said with a cynical smile. "Why not you go and provide him one..."
Armstrong peeked in from the door. "And Major General too!" she said as she turned back.
"WHAT!" Mustang shouted. "This old macho guy, me, and old Fuhrer? What are the Germans gonna think of us!" he shouted. Armstrong opened the door and got in.
"Can I help you, Colonel Hawkeye?" he asked. "Yes, sir. His Excellency needs a company to face our guests," she said. "I think the two of you will make a good company..."
Mustang waved his hands as he shook his head. "Don't! Don't!" he whispered. Armstrong looked at him for a while, then he smiled.
"Of course I'd love to be the Fuhrer's company with General Mustang..."
•••
Mustang walked slowly as he yawned with Armstrong walking beside him. Armstrong was smiling, with his chest pumped.
"General, don't make that face," Armstrong said. "That will embarass our Fuhrer..."
"And now, what are the guests gonna think of us..." he murmured. "And I'm afraid this might be a trap..."
Armstrong was surprised. "A trap?" he asked. Mustang lifted his shoulders. "We never know," he said with a sigh.
Armstrong sighed. "But however..." he said. "Yes?" Mustang asked.
"Let's forget about that and try to look good in front of them..."
Mustang sighed. Armstrong stopped walking and held his shoulders. "Now, sir," he said. "Stand up straight and pump that chest of yours!"
Mustang sighed. "I'm not gonna do your stupid suggestion," he said. "I'll behave like I'm used to."
Grummond was standing in front of a door and was clicking his heels impatiently. Suddenly he saw two men at the faraway. A small one and a big one.
"Mustang! Armstrong!" he shouted as he waved his hand. "Come here..."
The two of them walked a bit faster and Grummond opened the door. "Now put your game face," he said. Mustang nodded and Armstrong just smiled.
•••
Mengele sipped a bit of his tea and put down the cup. He took a glass stood upside down on the mahogany table and looked to Ed who was standing behind him.
"Tea, Edward? It's pretty good," he offered. Ed shook his head. "No, thank you, doc," he said. Mengele smiled and looked around the room. It was painted in yellow with a chandelier hanging on the middle of the ceiling.
"Hm..." he said as he sipped his tea again. "For a military office, this isn't half bad."
The door screeched open and an old man in blue military uniform walked in. Two other men—one with black hair and another with muscled body—was following him. Mengele quickly stood up.
"Good afternoon," Grummond said as he saluted. "You must be the Germans' leader."
"And you must be the Fuhrer," Mengele said. "Nice to meet you, sir. The name's Joseph," he introduced himself as he gave out his hand. "Joseph Mengele."
"And you can call me Grummond," Grummond said. "Well, nice to meet you, Joseph," he said as he shook Mengele's hand. He then pulled his hand and smiled.
"Please, sit down," Grummond said. "Sorry I made you wait. There's something I need to take care of," he said.
"Oh, that's alright, sir," Mengele said. "As the leader of the country, there's a lot of things to take care of."
Mustang and Armstrong walked aside and turned their bodies, facing the yellow wall. Ed turned his body back and put his hands below his back.
"General, sir..."
Mustang looked to Armstrong. "What's wrong?" he whispered. "Can't this be a trap?" Armstrong whispered. "I mean, that's Edward Elric..."
"I know, Armstrong."
Armstrong looked down again. "So..." "Armstrong," Mustang whispered. Armstrong looked up to Mustang. "Don't worry," Mustang whispered woth a smile. "His Excellency isn't stupid."
"So..." Mengele said with a big smile. "Ah, yes, let's talk about your thing," Grummond said. Mengele nodded.
"Central," he said. "It's a beautiful city, isn't it?"
Grummond took a cup and poured himself some tea as he listened. "Of course, as the capital city," Grummond said. "We need to make a good impression on foreigners."
Mengele smiled. "But a lot of things do need some fixing," Grummond said as he stood up and walked to the window. "Say, that town clock," he said as he pointed a big black tower. "And also the shops down there... Shoot, look at those big holes... We haven't fixed it since the last air raid..." he said.
"However, it's still a good town," Mengele said. "Despite all that troubles."
Mengele stood up and walked to Grummond.
"Hey, Armstrong," Mustang whispered. "Get ready."
Armstrong nodded and put his eyes on Mengele's moves.
"As you know, Excellency," Mengele said. "My troops has took over maybe half the country."
"And you won't get it full," Mustang whispered with a smile. "Thanks to the Briggs guys up north..."
"No, sir," Armstrong whispered. "I bet he's more interested in Central first before moving up."
Mustang sighed. "Yes, you're right," he whispered. "However, there's something we call mental strike."
"Yes, of course I know that," Grummond said as he turned back. "And I have a lot of casualties and you don't even know what casualties is!"
Mengele sighed. "I'm very sorry, My Excellency..."
Grummond sighed and turned back again. "Just tell me what you want," he said. Mengele smiled cynically and turned back to his seat. "Well..." he said as he pulled his seat. "What about surrender, sir?" he said.
"What?"
Mengele smiled. Grummond turned back as he frowned.
"Surrender," Mengele said. "Yes, that's what I'm talking about..."
"You crazy?" Grummond shouted. "No, sir," Mengele said. "You can just leave and we'll take care of the city..."
"What are the guarantees that you folks won't do anything to my people?" he asked. Mengele smiled. "You don't have to worry about that," he said. "We're not jerks..."
"All soldiers are jerks," Grummond said. "That's what we believe in Amestris."
"Whatever," Mengele said. "I'll show you German jerks keep their promises."
Armstrong looked at Mustang, who was trembling. "I wanna look back," Mustang whispered to himself. "But it's forbidden."
"Ok?" Mengele asked. "What about that?" he asked.
"You sure?"
"Well, trust me like you trust your subordinates."
"Which one?"
"That two behind."
Grummond sighed and walked to the door. "Well," he said as he struck Mustang's shoulders. "I believe you have a plan."
Mustang looked back. "What do you mean, sir?" he asked. Grummond sighed and took Mustang's hand.
"Let's move out of here!"
Mengele watched Grummond dragged Mustang out of the room. Armstrong bowed and quickly followed them.
"Ok, Edward. It's over."
Edward stood still, facing the wall. Mengele struck his shoulders and smiled. "Edward," he called. Ed looked back and forced a smile.
"It's over..."
"I trust you, Mustang," Grummond said. "And stop saying those two words."
Mustang sighed and looked down. "For the time being, I'll be in Briggs," Grummond said. "I believe you can handle things over here, right?"
Mustang nodded. "Yes, sir," he said. "Just tell me if you need something. It can be ammo, people..."
"I just need all pieces I have, sir," Mustang said as he looked up to Grummond. "My queen, my knight, my rook, my bishop," he paused and looked up at Armstrong. "And my major general," he said. "Are you up to it, Armstrong?"
Armstrong saluted.
"Yes, sir!"
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
2
2 (fma)
Amestris, 1100 hours
"Sir! Sir!"
Fuery rushed into the room as he held a paper.
"General Mustang, sir..." he said as he panted.
No answer.
"Something wrong, lieutenant Fuery?"
Fuery looked back and saw a blonde woman. "Ah, colonel Hawkeye..." he said with a grin. "What's that paper you're holding?" she asked. "Uh... Some report for the general from Führer Grummond..." he said. Hawkeye took it and started reading. His eyes grew wide and his mouth fell open. "Wait, colonel, it's for the general..." he said in panic as she walked into the wooden room and walked to a chair faced to the window.
"WHAT THE F***ING HELL ARE YOU DOING!"
No answer. Hawkeye took a deep breath and leaned to Mustang's ear. Fuery quickly covered his ears with both hands.
"WAKE UP YOU F***ING GENERAL!"
Mustang opened his eyes and rubbed them. "What's wrong, colonel?" he asked as he yawned. "Field report," Hawkeye answered as she handed the paper. "From the South Section."
Mustang sighed. "I don't wanna read it..." he said as he took the paper. He looked at it for a while and rubbed his chin.
"Hm..." he said. "So Aerugo's invaded?"
"Seems so, sir," Hawkeye said. Mustang read the paper more and sighed. "What's this?" he asked as he pointed a row of texts on the paper. Hawkeye leaned over and read it.
"SOLDIERS IN GREY UNIFORMS AND AN EAGLE MARK"
"I don't know, sir," Hawkeye said as she shook her head. "Aerugo has red uniforms, and Drachma has black ones. Creta has green ones," she said.
"Wait..." Mustang said. "Which called themselves 'Germany'. Seen after the quake a week ago and took over all vital cities in just a week..."
"So we surrendered."
Mustang looked up to her. "Weird, isn't it?" he asked. "Yes, sir," she said. "Who gave this just now?" he asked as he turned his chair and put the paper on the desk. "Fuery, from the Führer," she said. "Führer Grummond?" Mustang asked in surprise.
He took the paper and read it again. "Seems pretty important..." He then spotted a row of words on the bottom.
"THEY ARE HEADING TO SOUTH CITY"
•••
Rush Valley, 1500 hours
Paninya walked to a red brick building as she held a brown box and opened its wooden door.
"Winry!" she shouted. "I bring some goodies from Mr. Dominique..."
She walked into the brick room and looked around. "Oh, ok. Just put it on the table," a voice answered. Paninya smiled and put the box on a wooden table. She opened another door and walked in.
Winry looked at the metal arm with her microscope and she held a screwdriver in her right hand. "Hm..." she said. "Here is this one and this one..."
"What are you doing?"
"Oh?" Winry said. "The macho man's arm needs some reparation."
Paninya smiled. "What kind of goodies do you bring today?" Winry asked as she looked up. "Just a bottle of whisky and some food..." Paninya said. "Whisky, huh..." Winry said as she stretched her muscles. "Good for some nightcap."
Paninya smiled. "However, there's a rumour on the streets," she said. "Oh, some macho soldiers in grey uniforms entering the country?" she asked. "I've heard about that..."
"And that you're leaving for Central," Paninya said. "Is that true?"
Winry sighed. "I have to buy a new piston and visit a friend," she said. "I see," Paninya said as she sat on the floor. "Shall we share the whisky, Winry?"
Winry smiled. "Ok, I won't mind," she said.
•••
Central, 1100 hours
Hawkeye walked behind Mustang through the wooden hallway with its floor covered with red carpet and flags of blue military symbols hanging on the walls. Their steps are fast, steady, and hurried.
"What?!" Mustang grunted. "They're at Dublith already! What are those South people doing?" he asked angrily.
"Sir, sir, calm down," Hawkeye said as she chased her boss and walked next to him. "We've got a lt of casualties there..."
"Yes that's what I'm f***king talking about!" Mustang shouted. "Can't those people give something better?"
Hawkeye looked down as she ket walking and Mustang sighed loudly. "F*** South Section," he whispered. "And why the f***king hell am I told to come to this meeting..."
"Please stop using that word, sir," Hawkeye said. "That's indecent for a general like you."
Mustang stopped and looked at her. She looked at him with a sharp glare. Mustang sighed and walked again. "I'll use bloody, then," he said. "So now, colonel, can you please try to get me out of this f***..."
"Sir..."
"I mean, bloody meeting," Mustang corrected. "How can you forget about that so quickly?" she asked. "I'm old, please understand," he said. "You're a bachelor, how can you call yourself old?" she asked. He sighed. "Ok. I'll give you everything you want if you can get me out of this f***..."
She sighed. "I mean BLOODY!" he shouted. "BLOODY MEETING!" he shouted. "Get me out of it..."
"You need to be social, sir," Hawkeye said. "Besides, I think today they will talking about something more of your subject..."
"More of my subject?" he asked. "Yes, sir. That's what I heard," she said. He rubbed his chin. "Not surely fire, right?" he asked.
Hawkeye stopped walking and faced an oak door. "You'll see," she said as she opened it. Mustang's face turned pale.
"Wait!" he shouted. "Who told you I'm gonna attend this f***king meeting..."
"I told you to."
Mustang looked into the room to the source of the solemn voice.
"Get in, Mustang," Grummond said as he stood up. "How about a game of chess?"
Mustang sighed and got in. "Ok, sir," he said. Grumkond smiled and took his pipe from the table. "Ok, Hawkeye, you may leave. Just me and my dear general," he said. Hawkeye saluted and closed the door.
Mustang walked to the seat as he looked around. The room was still the same—a big window in behind the chair, swords on the walls, and a potrait of Bradley. A big table in front of the chair and a coffee table between two green sofas. There was a set of chess on the table.
"Sit down, Mustang," Grummond said. "How about some tea?" he asked. "No, thanks, sir," Mustang answered.
Grummond sat on one of the sofas and took a piece of rook right in front of the knight.
"Well," he said. "Can I do the first move?"
"Of course, sir," Mustang said. Grummond smiled and put the rook in front of its place before. Mustang took his rook in front of his black knight and put it two boxes in front of its place.
"Taking my moves, aren't you?" Grummond asked as he put a knight on the edge of the board. Mustang moved his bishop to the centre of the board.
"Well, well," Grummond said. "Who will lose today?"
Mustang smiled as Grummond put another rook in front. He took his bishop and knocked of the rook.
"Check."
Grummond smiled. "Not checkmate, right?" he asked as he moved the queen. "That should be alright, then..."
"No, sir."
Grummond looked up at his general. "You told me it's a meeting," he said. Grummond sighed and laid back. "Well, it is," he said. "If that is so..." Mustang said as he took his knight. "Why are we playing chess?"
Grummond smiled. "You make it a check in purpose?" he asked. "I see."
Grummond flicked his king off the board. "I guess you win," he said. Mustang sighee and smiled. "Well, let's just move on," Grummond said as he put down his pipe to the table and blew white circles to the air. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on a table. Mustang looked at the paper.
"A picture?"
Grummond nodded. "This picture..." he said. "Is taken by a soldier in Dublith."
Mustang took it and started to study it. A few men in grey uniform, a man in brown, and a tank far behind.
"Tell me what's wrong with the picture," Grummond said. Mustang looked at it for a while, then he put it on the table.
"Well, the Germans have tanks..." Mustang said. "No, it's not that..." Grummond said with a sigh. "Look at it closely..."
Mustang took it and looked again. "I don't think there's something wrong?" he asked. Grummond sighed.
"CLOSER!"
Mustang looked again. "Grey uniform, tank, smokes!" he said. "Nothing's wrong, sir..."
Grummond sighed and took out a blue pen from his pocket. He took the photo from Mustang and drew something on it. Mustang watched him as he sighed.
"Sir, nothing's wrong..."
"Something's wrong," Grummond said as he put it on the table. "Get a load of this."
Mustang took the photo again and noticed that Grummond has drawn a red circle on it. He looked closer into that something in the circle.
"No..." he said as his eyes grew wide. "It can't be..."
"Blonde hair, golden eyes, brown jacket," Grummond said. "Don't tell me you've forgotten."
Amestris, 1100 hours
"Sir! Sir!"
Fuery rushed into the room as he held a paper.
"General Mustang, sir..." he said as he panted.
No answer.
"Something wrong, lieutenant Fuery?"
Fuery looked back and saw a blonde woman. "Ah, colonel Hawkeye..." he said with a grin. "What's that paper you're holding?" she asked. "Uh... Some report for the general from Führer Grummond..." he said. Hawkeye took it and started reading. His eyes grew wide and his mouth fell open. "Wait, colonel, it's for the general..." he said in panic as she walked into the wooden room and walked to a chair faced to the window.
"WHAT THE F***ING HELL ARE YOU DOING!"
No answer. Hawkeye took a deep breath and leaned to Mustang's ear. Fuery quickly covered his ears with both hands.
"WAKE UP YOU F***ING GENERAL!"
Mustang opened his eyes and rubbed them. "What's wrong, colonel?" he asked as he yawned. "Field report," Hawkeye answered as she handed the paper. "From the South Section."
Mustang sighed. "I don't wanna read it..." he said as he took the paper. He looked at it for a while and rubbed his chin.
"Hm..." he said. "So Aerugo's invaded?"
"Seems so, sir," Hawkeye said. Mustang read the paper more and sighed. "What's this?" he asked as he pointed a row of texts on the paper. Hawkeye leaned over and read it.
"SOLDIERS IN GREY UNIFORMS AND AN EAGLE MARK"
"I don't know, sir," Hawkeye said as she shook her head. "Aerugo has red uniforms, and Drachma has black ones. Creta has green ones," she said.
"Wait..." Mustang said. "Which called themselves 'Germany'. Seen after the quake a week ago and took over all vital cities in just a week..."
"So we surrendered."
Mustang looked up to her. "Weird, isn't it?" he asked. "Yes, sir," she said. "Who gave this just now?" he asked as he turned his chair and put the paper on the desk. "Fuery, from the Führer," she said. "Führer Grummond?" Mustang asked in surprise.
He took the paper and read it again. "Seems pretty important..." He then spotted a row of words on the bottom.
"THEY ARE HEADING TO SOUTH CITY"
•••
Rush Valley, 1500 hours
Paninya walked to a red brick building as she held a brown box and opened its wooden door.
"Winry!" she shouted. "I bring some goodies from Mr. Dominique..."
She walked into the brick room and looked around. "Oh, ok. Just put it on the table," a voice answered. Paninya smiled and put the box on a wooden table. She opened another door and walked in.
Winry looked at the metal arm with her microscope and she held a screwdriver in her right hand. "Hm..." she said. "Here is this one and this one..."
"What are you doing?"
"Oh?" Winry said. "The macho man's arm needs some reparation."
Paninya smiled. "What kind of goodies do you bring today?" Winry asked as she looked up. "Just a bottle of whisky and some food..." Paninya said. "Whisky, huh..." Winry said as she stretched her muscles. "Good for some nightcap."
Paninya smiled. "However, there's a rumour on the streets," she said. "Oh, some macho soldiers in grey uniforms entering the country?" she asked. "I've heard about that..."
"And that you're leaving for Central," Paninya said. "Is that true?"
Winry sighed. "I have to buy a new piston and visit a friend," she said. "I see," Paninya said as she sat on the floor. "Shall we share the whisky, Winry?"
Winry smiled. "Ok, I won't mind," she said.
•••
Central, 1100 hours
Hawkeye walked behind Mustang through the wooden hallway with its floor covered with red carpet and flags of blue military symbols hanging on the walls. Their steps are fast, steady, and hurried.
"What?!" Mustang grunted. "They're at Dublith already! What are those South people doing?" he asked angrily.
"Sir, sir, calm down," Hawkeye said as she chased her boss and walked next to him. "We've got a lt of casualties there..."
"Yes that's what I'm f***king talking about!" Mustang shouted. "Can't those people give something better?"
Hawkeye looked down as she ket walking and Mustang sighed loudly. "F*** South Section," he whispered. "And why the f***king hell am I told to come to this meeting..."
"Please stop using that word, sir," Hawkeye said. "That's indecent for a general like you."
Mustang stopped and looked at her. She looked at him with a sharp glare. Mustang sighed and walked again. "I'll use bloody, then," he said. "So now, colonel, can you please try to get me out of this f***..."
"Sir..."
"I mean, bloody meeting," Mustang corrected. "How can you forget about that so quickly?" she asked. "I'm old, please understand," he said. "You're a bachelor, how can you call yourself old?" she asked. He sighed. "Ok. I'll give you everything you want if you can get me out of this f***..."
She sighed. "I mean BLOODY!" he shouted. "BLOODY MEETING!" he shouted. "Get me out of it..."
"You need to be social, sir," Hawkeye said. "Besides, I think today they will talking about something more of your subject..."
"More of my subject?" he asked. "Yes, sir. That's what I heard," she said. He rubbed his chin. "Not surely fire, right?" he asked.
Hawkeye stopped walking and faced an oak door. "You'll see," she said as she opened it. Mustang's face turned pale.
"Wait!" he shouted. "Who told you I'm gonna attend this f***king meeting..."
"I told you to."
Mustang looked into the room to the source of the solemn voice.
"Get in, Mustang," Grummond said as he stood up. "How about a game of chess?"
Mustang sighed and got in. "Ok, sir," he said. Grumkond smiled and took his pipe from the table. "Ok, Hawkeye, you may leave. Just me and my dear general," he said. Hawkeye saluted and closed the door.
Mustang walked to the seat as he looked around. The room was still the same—a big window in behind the chair, swords on the walls, and a potrait of Bradley. A big table in front of the chair and a coffee table between two green sofas. There was a set of chess on the table.
"Sit down, Mustang," Grummond said. "How about some tea?" he asked. "No, thanks, sir," Mustang answered.
Grummond sat on one of the sofas and took a piece of rook right in front of the knight.
"Well," he said. "Can I do the first move?"
"Of course, sir," Mustang said. Grummond smiled and put the rook in front of its place before. Mustang took his rook in front of his black knight and put it two boxes in front of its place.
"Taking my moves, aren't you?" Grummond asked as he put a knight on the edge of the board. Mustang moved his bishop to the centre of the board.
"Well, well," Grummond said. "Who will lose today?"
Mustang smiled as Grummond put another rook in front. He took his bishop and knocked of the rook.
"Check."
Grummond smiled. "Not checkmate, right?" he asked as he moved the queen. "That should be alright, then..."
"No, sir."
Grummond looked up at his general. "You told me it's a meeting," he said. Grummond sighed and laid back. "Well, it is," he said. "If that is so..." Mustang said as he took his knight. "Why are we playing chess?"
Grummond smiled. "You make it a check in purpose?" he asked. "I see."
Grummond flicked his king off the board. "I guess you win," he said. Mustang sighee and smiled. "Well, let's just move on," Grummond said as he put down his pipe to the table and blew white circles to the air. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on a table. Mustang looked at the paper.
"A picture?"
Grummond nodded. "This picture..." he said. "Is taken by a soldier in Dublith."
Mustang took it and started to study it. A few men in grey uniform, a man in brown, and a tank far behind.
"Tell me what's wrong with the picture," Grummond said. Mustang looked at it for a while, then he put it on the table.
"Well, the Germans have tanks..." Mustang said. "No, it's not that..." Grummond said with a sigh. "Look at it closely..."
Mustang took it and looked again. "I don't think there's something wrong?" he asked. Grummond sighed.
"CLOSER!"
Mustang looked again. "Grey uniform, tank, smokes!" he said. "Nothing's wrong, sir..."
Grummond sighed and took out a blue pen from his pocket. He took the photo from Mustang and drew something on it. Mustang watched him as he sighed.
"Sir, nothing's wrong..."
"Something's wrong," Grummond said as he put it on the table. "Get a load of this."
Mustang took the photo again and noticed that Grummond has drawn a red circle on it. He looked closer into that something in the circle.
"No..." he said as his eyes grew wide. "It can't be..."
"Blonde hair, golden eyes, brown jacket," Grummond said. "Don't tell me you've forgotten."
Friday, March 18, 2011
1
1
"That will be 50 marks."
Ed took the apple and put a few money on the table. "Thanks, frau," he said.
He walked down the lonely streets of Munich as he bit his apple. There were still a few rotten corpses and rubbles on the street. The street lamps were still standing, with the glass broken.
"Ah..." he said with a sigh. "The inflasion sure is high..."
He suddenly felt something weird in his throat. He quickly spit out the apple. "What's this sour smell?" he asked as he looked at the apple. The apple was showing some brown spots on it.
"Great, it's rotten," he said with a sigh. "So, 50 marks for a rotten apple."
He looked around him, to the corpses laying on the street. They were rather brown, and some has some crows sitting on it. Most of them were red in colour.
Ed held a deep breath as he continued eating. "I'd better eat something before I turn to be like that," he said as he walked faster.
"Yes, that's the one," a soldier said as he pointed at Ed. A man looked at him for a while, and sighed. "You sure?" he asked. "Positive, sir," the soldier said. The man looked at Ed and looked at his man. "How will we do this, then?" he asked. "I don't know, sir," the man asked.
"Brother! Brother!"
Ed looked back and saw Al running to him. He was holding a small red box and his white shirt was dirty.
"Ah..." he said. "How did you manage to live?"
Al showed the box. "Some rice," he said with a grin. "And some vegetables."
Ed rubbed his nose as he closed his eyes. "Must be rotten," he said. "No, last night's leftovers," Al said. "It may not smell good, but I'm sure it's better than you apple, brother," he said with a grin. Ed sighed and smiled. "Let's go. Heiderich's waiting," he said. Al smiled and nodded.
"Yeah," he said. "Let's go."
•••
"Who are you?"
"You'll see."
"What do you want? Let go!"
"You'll see, be patient."
•••
"Hm..."
Ed opened his eyes slowly and blinked a few times. "Ah..." he grunted as he saw darkness around him. "I'm here again... No, I'm still here..."
He sat up and felt some pain on his back. "Ow..." he said as he rubbed his back.
"Hey, guy, woke up already?"
Ed looked up and saw a man looking into the dark room. He sighed and laid his back against the wall. "Yes, I'm awake. What's wrong?" he asked. "We've got a gift for you," the man said.
Ed sat up. "What kind of rotten gifts do you have?" he asked. The man sighed. "What a sharp boy," he said. He then closed the hole. Ed sighed and laid down. He could hear cracks and jingles.
"Well..." the man said as he opened the door. "You'll see."
Ed smiled. "I have no more power for your tortures," he said. "No, it's not that," the man said. "Then what is it?" he asked. "You'll see," the man said as he dragged Ed out of his cell. Ed held the man's hand tight and stood up. "I can still walk," he said. "Don't underestimate."
The man smiled. "Walk on your own, then, strong guy," he said.
•••
Mengele walked around in the small wooden room with only a table and two seats on the centre. His boots clicked loudly with the wooden floor.
KNOCK KNOCK
"Yes," he said as he stopped walking. "Sir, he's here," a man shouted from outside. Mengele smiled and sat on one of the chairs. "Come in," he said. "Just him and me. You guys may leave."
The door flew open and Ed walked into the room as he looked around. Mengele smiled and stood up.
"Guten Morgen (good morning), Herr Elric. Let me introduce myself," he said. Ed looked at him for a while, a man smiling with his eyes didn't.
"The name is Mengele," he said. "Joseph Mengele."
"Oh, yeah. I ever heard of you before. You're famous in the holocaust," Ed said. Mengele sighed and sat down. "Please, sit down," he said.
Ed pulled the only empty chair and sat down. "The man said there's a gift for me," he said. "Why, impatient, aren't you?" Mengele asked with a sigh. "Can we please just make it quick?" Ed asked. Mengele smiled cynically and nodded. "Sure, we will," he said as he put his hands on the table.
"Now..." he said. "I've heard from a few people," he said. "People?" Ed asked. "Yes, right, say, Haushofer," Mengele said. "You remember him, don't you?"
Ed nodded and gulped. "Something wrong?" he asked. Mengele sighed and supported his head with a hand.
"You're not from this world, are you..."
Ed was surprised. "You mean?" he asked. "Karl (Haushofer) mentioned something about a gate," Mengele said. "A circle, and another world just like Germany," he said.
Ed sighed. "So this is what you need the Stone for," he said. Mengele smiled. "Exactly! Sharp, aren't you?" he asked. "But why are you interested?" Ed asked. "To show the world that the Nazis aren't over," Mengele said as he stood up.
"So that's why you brought me here, tortured me for a few days, asking me for a Stone," Ed concluded. "Classic."
"No, that's not it, Edward," Mengele said. He unbuttoned his collar button and took out something. A necklace with red pendant.
"What's that?" Ed asked as Mengele took it off. "What do you think?" Mengele asked as he put it on the table. Ed took it and looked at it closely, before then his eyes turned wide. "Do you know?" Mengele asked. Ed nodded. "This..."
"So don't make me laugh," Mengele said. "We do have the Stone."
Ed slammed the necklace to the table. "If you're telling me to open the door, I'm not going to do it," he said. "Why not?" Mengele asked. "We can rule a whole new world..."
"Just like you said, a country just like Germany," Ed said. "Which means there are people who will suffer if you go there."
"Oh, really?" Mengele asked synically. "If it's just like Germany, that means they're pretty used to wars, right?" he asked. "But you have to pay in order to open it!" Ed shouted. "My dad's enough!"
"Why, relax," Mengele said. "Now that we have the Stone, we've taken care of it..."
"The Stone is made of human lives," Ed said. "Sorry, doctor, I can't help you."
Ed stood up and turned back. Mengele watched him leave and smiled.
"Recalling memories, aren't we?"
Ed looked back and found Mengele smiling. "Pardon me?" he asked. Mengele stood up and walked to Ed. "Don't make me laugh," he said. "A blonde girl with blue eyes and long hair..."
Ed was surprised. "A kind, honest girl," Mengele continued with a smile.
"Come on, doctor," Ed said. "You can find a lot of girls like that in Germany."
Mengele smiled. "A house by the green hill, and all..." he said. "Don't lie. I'm sure you want to come back," he said with a smile.
Ed frowned. "Who told you?" he asked. "Karl, of course," Mengele answered with a big smile. "Don't try to fool me. All information about you comes from Thule..." he struck Ed's shoulder. "Which comes from the gypsy, am I wrong?"
"Where is she?" Ed asked. "Where do you think?" Mengele asked. "In the crematorium, of course."
Ed frowned more. "What do you want?" he asked. "Just open the door," Mengele said. "Don't try to make me do something I won't do," Ed said. "Because..."
"You will do it, Edward Elric," Mengele said. "Dp it, according to the plan..." "What if I said no?" Ed cut.
Mengele sighed and walked back. "Why, stubborn, aren't you?" he asked as he walked to the table and took his necklace.
"And however," Ed said. "Tell me, how do you get a Stone?"
"Oh, this?" Mengele asked. "Of course I can, with a bit help from my Thule friends and the Jews..."
Ed sighed. "I'm still waiting for your answer, Herr Elric," Mengele said with a smile.
"Still a no," Ed said as he opened the door. "See you, doctor."
Mengele smiled cynically. "Have you forgotten, Edward?" he asked. "We're not giving you a choice."
"That will be 50 marks."
Ed took the apple and put a few money on the table. "Thanks, frau," he said.
He walked down the lonely streets of Munich as he bit his apple. There were still a few rotten corpses and rubbles on the street. The street lamps were still standing, with the glass broken.
"Ah..." he said with a sigh. "The inflasion sure is high..."
He suddenly felt something weird in his throat. He quickly spit out the apple. "What's this sour smell?" he asked as he looked at the apple. The apple was showing some brown spots on it.
"Great, it's rotten," he said with a sigh. "So, 50 marks for a rotten apple."
He looked around him, to the corpses laying on the street. They were rather brown, and some has some crows sitting on it. Most of them were red in colour.
Ed held a deep breath as he continued eating. "I'd better eat something before I turn to be like that," he said as he walked faster.
"Yes, that's the one," a soldier said as he pointed at Ed. A man looked at him for a while, and sighed. "You sure?" he asked. "Positive, sir," the soldier said. The man looked at Ed and looked at his man. "How will we do this, then?" he asked. "I don't know, sir," the man asked.
"Brother! Brother!"
Ed looked back and saw Al running to him. He was holding a small red box and his white shirt was dirty.
"Ah..." he said. "How did you manage to live?"
Al showed the box. "Some rice," he said with a grin. "And some vegetables."
Ed rubbed his nose as he closed his eyes. "Must be rotten," he said. "No, last night's leftovers," Al said. "It may not smell good, but I'm sure it's better than you apple, brother," he said with a grin. Ed sighed and smiled. "Let's go. Heiderich's waiting," he said. Al smiled and nodded.
"Yeah," he said. "Let's go."
•••
"Who are you?"
"You'll see."
"What do you want? Let go!"
"You'll see, be patient."
•••
"Hm..."
Ed opened his eyes slowly and blinked a few times. "Ah..." he grunted as he saw darkness around him. "I'm here again... No, I'm still here..."
He sat up and felt some pain on his back. "Ow..." he said as he rubbed his back.
"Hey, guy, woke up already?"
Ed looked up and saw a man looking into the dark room. He sighed and laid his back against the wall. "Yes, I'm awake. What's wrong?" he asked. "We've got a gift for you," the man said.
Ed sat up. "What kind of rotten gifts do you have?" he asked. The man sighed. "What a sharp boy," he said. He then closed the hole. Ed sighed and laid down. He could hear cracks and jingles.
"Well..." the man said as he opened the door. "You'll see."
Ed smiled. "I have no more power for your tortures," he said. "No, it's not that," the man said. "Then what is it?" he asked. "You'll see," the man said as he dragged Ed out of his cell. Ed held the man's hand tight and stood up. "I can still walk," he said. "Don't underestimate."
The man smiled. "Walk on your own, then, strong guy," he said.
•••
Mengele walked around in the small wooden room with only a table and two seats on the centre. His boots clicked loudly with the wooden floor.
KNOCK KNOCK
"Yes," he said as he stopped walking. "Sir, he's here," a man shouted from outside. Mengele smiled and sat on one of the chairs. "Come in," he said. "Just him and me. You guys may leave."
The door flew open and Ed walked into the room as he looked around. Mengele smiled and stood up.
"Guten Morgen (good morning), Herr Elric. Let me introduce myself," he said. Ed looked at him for a while, a man smiling with his eyes didn't.
"The name is Mengele," he said. "Joseph Mengele."
"Oh, yeah. I ever heard of you before. You're famous in the holocaust," Ed said. Mengele sighed and sat down. "Please, sit down," he said.
Ed pulled the only empty chair and sat down. "The man said there's a gift for me," he said. "Why, impatient, aren't you?" Mengele asked with a sigh. "Can we please just make it quick?" Ed asked. Mengele smiled cynically and nodded. "Sure, we will," he said as he put his hands on the table.
"Now..." he said. "I've heard from a few people," he said. "People?" Ed asked. "Yes, right, say, Haushofer," Mengele said. "You remember him, don't you?"
Ed nodded and gulped. "Something wrong?" he asked. Mengele sighed and supported his head with a hand.
"You're not from this world, are you..."
Ed was surprised. "You mean?" he asked. "Karl (Haushofer) mentioned something about a gate," Mengele said. "A circle, and another world just like Germany," he said.
Ed sighed. "So this is what you need the Stone for," he said. Mengele smiled. "Exactly! Sharp, aren't you?" he asked. "But why are you interested?" Ed asked. "To show the world that the Nazis aren't over," Mengele said as he stood up.
"So that's why you brought me here, tortured me for a few days, asking me for a Stone," Ed concluded. "Classic."
"No, that's not it, Edward," Mengele said. He unbuttoned his collar button and took out something. A necklace with red pendant.
"What's that?" Ed asked as Mengele took it off. "What do you think?" Mengele asked as he put it on the table. Ed took it and looked at it closely, before then his eyes turned wide. "Do you know?" Mengele asked. Ed nodded. "This..."
"So don't make me laugh," Mengele said. "We do have the Stone."
Ed slammed the necklace to the table. "If you're telling me to open the door, I'm not going to do it," he said. "Why not?" Mengele asked. "We can rule a whole new world..."
"Just like you said, a country just like Germany," Ed said. "Which means there are people who will suffer if you go there."
"Oh, really?" Mengele asked synically. "If it's just like Germany, that means they're pretty used to wars, right?" he asked. "But you have to pay in order to open it!" Ed shouted. "My dad's enough!"
"Why, relax," Mengele said. "Now that we have the Stone, we've taken care of it..."
"The Stone is made of human lives," Ed said. "Sorry, doctor, I can't help you."
Ed stood up and turned back. Mengele watched him leave and smiled.
"Recalling memories, aren't we?"
Ed looked back and found Mengele smiling. "Pardon me?" he asked. Mengele stood up and walked to Ed. "Don't make me laugh," he said. "A blonde girl with blue eyes and long hair..."
Ed was surprised. "A kind, honest girl," Mengele continued with a smile.
"Come on, doctor," Ed said. "You can find a lot of girls like that in Germany."
Mengele smiled. "A house by the green hill, and all..." he said. "Don't lie. I'm sure you want to come back," he said with a smile.
Ed frowned. "Who told you?" he asked. "Karl, of course," Mengele answered with a big smile. "Don't try to fool me. All information about you comes from Thule..." he struck Ed's shoulder. "Which comes from the gypsy, am I wrong?"
"Where is she?" Ed asked. "Where do you think?" Mengele asked. "In the crematorium, of course."
Ed frowned more. "What do you want?" he asked. "Just open the door," Mengele said. "Don't try to make me do something I won't do," Ed said. "Because..."
"You will do it, Edward Elric," Mengele said. "Dp it, according to the plan..." "What if I said no?" Ed cut.
Mengele sighed and walked back. "Why, stubborn, aren't you?" he asked as he walked to the table and took his necklace.
"And however," Ed said. "Tell me, how do you get a Stone?"
"Oh, this?" Mengele asked. "Of course I can, with a bit help from my Thule friends and the Jews..."
Ed sighed. "I'm still waiting for your answer, Herr Elric," Mengele said with a smile.
"Still a no," Ed said as he opened the door. "See you, doctor."
Mengele smiled cynically. "Have you forgotten, Edward?" he asked. "We're not giving you a choice."
Monday, March 14, 2011
...
again...
folks...
...
...
how to say it...
I guess it's time to tell...
now that the mid test is over, I have no much time to write new poems... well, there's some... SOOOMMMEEE in my diary, but I'm not interested to post 'em... and now... i'm sure everyone has known about that old thing called 'fanfic'... and to be honest, I did write a few of them...
I read kuro'shit'suji, FT, and FMA but I can't write any fanfic unless it's fma. so... this one has no title as usual, and i'll give you some introduction...
it's in Germany (wew) after the WWII. Betty bought a bit of butter but the butter it was bitter soooooooooooooo
the NAzis are hard-willed, and they made a bloody oragnization (well it's really bloody)called ODESSA and I forgot the long name... it practically means the organization of former SS. SO..... well...
I made this one after COS, cuz the COS ended with a 'gay scene' (i don't write this ed es tut mir leid) and there's some fight....
wait... for more info (i'm too lazy to type) here's a link for the chars...
go check the chars before it comes to my fanfic...
http://fullmetal-alchemist.com/synopsis.php
i only have ed, al, win, and mustang, and hawkeye. done. then... i can't find the synopsis but here it is, the keyword for in google... conqueror of shamballa.
happy doing...
folks...
...
...
how to say it...
I guess it's time to tell...
now that the mid test is over, I have no much time to write new poems... well, there's some... SOOOMMMEEE in my diary, but I'm not interested to post 'em... and now... i'm sure everyone has known about that old thing called 'fanfic'... and to be honest, I did write a few of them...
I read kuro'shit'suji, FT, and FMA but I can't write any fanfic unless it's fma. so... this one has no title as usual, and i'll give you some introduction...
it's in Germany (wew) after the WWII. Betty bought a bit of butter but the butter it was bitter soooooooooooooo
the NAzis are hard-willed, and they made a bloody oragnization (well it's really bloody)called ODESSA and I forgot the long name... it practically means the organization of former SS. SO..... well...
I made this one after COS, cuz the COS ended with a 'gay scene' (i don't write this ed es tut mir leid) and there's some fight....
wait... for more info (i'm too lazy to type) here's a link for the chars...
go check the chars before it comes to my fanfic...
http://fullmetal-alchemist.com/synopsis.php
i only have ed, al, win, and mustang, and hawkeye. done. then... i can't find the synopsis but here it is, the keyword for in google... conqueror of shamballa.
happy doing...
Dog
What do you need for life?
A friend
No, a loyal friend
Loyal as a dog
What do you need for life?
The loyality of a friend
A friend by your side
Always, forever
The friend you need
To stay by your side
Doesn't have to be someone strong
Doesn't have to be someone famous
The friend you need
To stay by your side
Just have to be loyal
Loyal as a dog
In the battlefield
Even if you're strong
Even if you're famous
Even if you're great
All you need is a loyal friend
In the battlefield
You may be strong
You may be famous
You may be great
But without a loyal friend
It's useless
A loyal dog
Is all you need in the battlefield
A loyal friend
Is all you need to have
In order to win
The dog who always waits
For the master to come back
THe dog who always waits
For the master to get home
The dog who always waits
In the day and in the night
In the rain and in the heat
In the wind and in the storm
In the light and in the dark
The dog who always follows
The dog who always waits
The dog who always accompanies
The dog who always stays
You only need a loyal dog
By your side in the battle
Who will always stay
Whatever happens
Even if you fail
The dog will stay next to you
Even if you fall
The dog will still stay
The dog will stay
Until its death
Never leaves your side
Never turns away
WHat do you need for life?
A friend
No, a loyal friend
Loyal as a dog
The dog who stays
The dog who accompanies
A loyal dog
Woof!
A friend
No, a loyal friend
Loyal as a dog
What do you need for life?
The loyality of a friend
A friend by your side
Always, forever
The friend you need
To stay by your side
Doesn't have to be someone strong
Doesn't have to be someone famous
The friend you need
To stay by your side
Just have to be loyal
Loyal as a dog
In the battlefield
Even if you're strong
Even if you're famous
Even if you're great
All you need is a loyal friend
In the battlefield
You may be strong
You may be famous
You may be great
But without a loyal friend
It's useless
A loyal dog
Is all you need in the battlefield
A loyal friend
Is all you need to have
In order to win
The dog who always waits
For the master to come back
THe dog who always waits
For the master to get home
The dog who always waits
In the day and in the night
In the rain and in the heat
In the wind and in the storm
In the light and in the dark
The dog who always follows
The dog who always waits
The dog who always accompanies
The dog who always stays
You only need a loyal dog
By your side in the battle
Who will always stay
Whatever happens
Even if you fail
The dog will stay next to you
Even if you fall
The dog will still stay
The dog will stay
Until its death
Never leaves your side
Never turns away
WHat do you need for life?
A friend
No, a loyal friend
Loyal as a dog
The dog who stays
The dog who accompanies
A loyal dog
Woof!
Friday, March 11, 2011
The Girl of Rain
When I saw you for the first time
My heart beats so fast
That beautiful eyes of yours
They have took my heart
I don't know who you are
But since then I always think about you
Although I know you're nobody
Although I don't want to admit it
My life is always dark
Nobody ever loves me
Everyone think I'm useless
I'm treated like trash
My life is so lonely
Nobody cares about me
I can only cry
I'm only the girl of rain
I live in the darkness of clouds
I live in the coldness of rain
I can't go out and see you
Because you don't know how cold the rain is
Because you don't know how I feel
I really want to be with you
Anywhere I am
I really want you do stay by my side
And fill my empty life
Although you never looked to me
I can't forget you
Although you don't want to see me
I want to see you
I'm the girl of rain
Which will only be accompanied by raindrops forever
In my darkness
There is no light
Before then I realized
Just like what you always show me
You disappeared just like the wind
And never come back
When I saw you for the first time
My heart beats so fast
That beautiful eyes of yours
They have took my heart
tick tick tick
It's raining today
I was sitting alone outside
Waiting you to come back to me
Why am I left alone?
Why do you run away from me?
Is it because I'm the girl of rain?
Won't anyone love me?
My heart beats so fast
That beautiful eyes of yours
They have took my heart
I don't know who you are
But since then I always think about you
Although I know you're nobody
Although I don't want to admit it
My life is always dark
Nobody ever loves me
Everyone think I'm useless
I'm treated like trash
My life is so lonely
Nobody cares about me
I can only cry
I'm only the girl of rain
I live in the darkness of clouds
I live in the coldness of rain
I can't go out and see you
Because you don't know how cold the rain is
Because you don't know how I feel
I really want to be with you
Anywhere I am
I really want you do stay by my side
And fill my empty life
Although you never looked to me
I can't forget you
Although you don't want to see me
I want to see you
I'm the girl of rain
Which will only be accompanied by raindrops forever
In my darkness
There is no light
Before then I realized
Just like what you always show me
You disappeared just like the wind
And never come back
When I saw you for the first time
My heart beats so fast
That beautiful eyes of yours
They have took my heart
tick tick tick
It's raining today
I was sitting alone outside
Waiting you to come back to me
Why am I left alone?
Why do you run away from me?
Is it because I'm the girl of rain?
Won't anyone love me?
... (again)
... again, seriously.... however I've updated my profil pic again (^^) and let me enlighten about my 'codename'...
Hawk is hawk, yeah, hawk, flying in the sky. I took it from a fma character, riza HAWKeye, who shoots like a hawk. one again, in the pic, she was patting the dog. and rock, rocks, yea, on the land, another fma char, winry ROCKbell, and these two girls are the key women role and my faves... ^^ I like a guy char too, but you won't know who....
this week, the mid test is done... which means less poems (for us) and... (damn what was I gonna say just now... oh yea!) in the indonesian test, there was a number like this
make a poem, consisting of 4-5 alineas.
you know I was having a hard time writing SHORT poems (4-5 is short for me) so I raised my hand and asked the teacher in charge 'miss may I write more than 5' and the answer is 'of course you can!' i bet she just expected me to write 6, and how many did I write?
12
well, that freaked the teacher out. but i still got a good score for that number... the teacher said it's no longer a poem, it's a group of poems. but well, that's me, ma'am... (grin) and that's a bit for me... because the next day i wrote it 2x12, 24. my mandarin teacher caught me writing it, but she's fine, and what's her order? 'write a mandarin one'. well, my course teacher told me too and now the school teacher? oh well, I'll translate one, but it's ....
......
......
embarassing....
cuz it's for the guy i kinda like....
he's not in my class after all....
and he's not following...
KYAAAAAAAAAA
(ok, end of this. my test paper, where is it, where is it...)
Hawk is hawk, yeah, hawk, flying in the sky. I took it from a fma character, riza HAWKeye, who shoots like a hawk. one again, in the pic, she was patting the dog. and rock, rocks, yea, on the land, another fma char, winry ROCKbell, and these two girls are the key women role and my faves... ^^ I like a guy char too, but you won't know who....
this week, the mid test is done... which means less poems (for us) and... (damn what was I gonna say just now... oh yea!) in the indonesian test, there was a number like this
make a poem, consisting of 4-5 alineas.
you know I was having a hard time writing SHORT poems (4-5 is short for me) so I raised my hand and asked the teacher in charge 'miss may I write more than 5' and the answer is 'of course you can!' i bet she just expected me to write 6, and how many did I write?
12
well, that freaked the teacher out. but i still got a good score for that number... the teacher said it's no longer a poem, it's a group of poems. but well, that's me, ma'am... (grin) and that's a bit for me... because the next day i wrote it 2x12, 24. my mandarin teacher caught me writing it, but she's fine, and what's her order? 'write a mandarin one'. well, my course teacher told me too and now the school teacher? oh well, I'll translate one, but it's ....
......
......
embarassing....
cuz it's for the guy i kinda like....
he's not in my class after all....
and he's not following...
KYAAAAAAAAAA
(ok, end of this. my test paper, where is it, where is it...)
Sunday, March 06, 2011
Clouds
The clouds are up so high
Floating around freely in the sky
Pushed by the wind, stopped by itself
As if it has nothing to worry about
The clouds are up so high
Formed feathers and scales
Froze by the wind, melted by itself
How beautiful
The water vapors
Up, up high to the sky
Froze by the wind, forming petals of clouds
How beautiful
The water vapors
Up, up high to the sky
Until the cloud is heavy
And it turns grey
A grey cloud covered the sun
And the darkness took over
And the light ran away
Bringing coldness to the area
I am lonely
Very lonely
The cloud always covers me from people
Making me unreachable
I am lonely
Very lonely
The cloud never leaves me
Making it cold forever
People never like the cloud
Because cloud bring darkness and cold
People never like me
Because I only bring sorrow
The clouds are up so high
Floating around freely in the sky
Pushed by the wind, stopped by itself
As if it has nothing to worry about
It is amways cloudy around me
It is always dark
The sun never shines upon me
The coldness always surround me
The water vapors
Up, up high to the sky
Until the cloud is heavy
And it turns grey
A grey cloud covered the sun
And the darkness took over
And the light ran away
Bringing coldness to the area
Mama Earth cries
And the grey cloud disappeared
Her tears fell upon ke
Making me feel colder
I am lonely
Very lonely
The rain fell upon me
Surrounding myself in coldness
Why am I left alone?
Why didn't the rain leave me?
Why did people stay away from me?
Why won't the cloud leave me?
Will my life be dark forever?
WIll it rain forever?
Will it be cloudy in me forever?
Will the sun not shine upon me forever?
Floating around freely in the sky
Pushed by the wind, stopped by itself
As if it has nothing to worry about
The clouds are up so high
Formed feathers and scales
Froze by the wind, melted by itself
How beautiful
The water vapors
Up, up high to the sky
Froze by the wind, forming petals of clouds
How beautiful
The water vapors
Up, up high to the sky
Until the cloud is heavy
And it turns grey
A grey cloud covered the sun
And the darkness took over
And the light ran away
Bringing coldness to the area
I am lonely
Very lonely
The cloud always covers me from people
Making me unreachable
I am lonely
Very lonely
The cloud never leaves me
Making it cold forever
People never like the cloud
Because cloud bring darkness and cold
People never like me
Because I only bring sorrow
The clouds are up so high
Floating around freely in the sky
Pushed by the wind, stopped by itself
As if it has nothing to worry about
It is amways cloudy around me
It is always dark
The sun never shines upon me
The coldness always surround me
The water vapors
Up, up high to the sky
Until the cloud is heavy
And it turns grey
A grey cloud covered the sun
And the darkness took over
And the light ran away
Bringing coldness to the area
Mama Earth cries
And the grey cloud disappeared
Her tears fell upon ke
Making me feel colder
I am lonely
Very lonely
The rain fell upon me
Surrounding myself in coldness
Why am I left alone?
Why didn't the rain leave me?
Why did people stay away from me?
Why won't the cloud leave me?
Will my life be dark forever?
WIll it rain forever?
Will it be cloudy in me forever?
Will the sun not shine upon me forever?
Friday, March 04, 2011
tick tock
Tick tock tick
Something that never stops in our life
Something that never ends in this world
Something that's never predicted in our life
Tick tock tick
Something that doesn't know to rest
Something that doesn't have mercy
Something that we can't undo
Tock tick tock
Never regret what life has done to you
Tick tock tick
Don't forget what life has done to you
Tick tock tick
Don't ever try to cry
Tock tick tock
Because time will only swipe your tears
Tock tick tock
This life has its own meaning
Tick tock tick
Don't ask what it has done to you
RIIINGG
one day the time will come
IINNGGG
when you can't turn back anymore
Tick tock tick
The time goes by
Tock tick tock
As I felt my life going wasteful
Tock tick tock
As I thought about you
Tick tock tick
As I know you'll never come back
Tick tock tick
Every life has its own meaning
Tock tick tock
Every life has their own waste
Tock tick tock
Don't regret something you can't prevent
Tick tock tick
Don't fuss over something that has gone
Tick tick tick
Can you hear the seconds go
Tick tick tick
Under the rain?
Tick tick tick
I know you'll never come back
Tick tick tick
I know I can't prevent it
Tick tick tick
But I can't stop regretting it
Tick tick tick
The rain fell
Tick tick tick
As my tears fall
Tick tick tick
Tick tick tock
Tick tock tick
Tock tick tock
RIIIINGGGGG
Something that never stops in our life
Something that never ends in this world
Something that's never predicted in our life
Tick tock tick
Something that doesn't know to rest
Something that doesn't have mercy
Something that we can't undo
Tock tick tock
Never regret what life has done to you
Tick tock tick
Don't forget what life has done to you
Tick tock tick
Don't ever try to cry
Tock tick tock
Because time will only swipe your tears
Tock tick tock
This life has its own meaning
Tick tock tick
Don't ask what it has done to you
RIIINGG
one day the time will come
IINNGGG
when you can't turn back anymore
Tick tock tick
The time goes by
Tock tick tock
As I felt my life going wasteful
Tock tick tock
As I thought about you
Tick tock tick
As I know you'll never come back
Tick tock tick
Every life has its own meaning
Tock tick tock
Every life has their own waste
Tock tick tock
Don't regret something you can't prevent
Tick tock tick
Don't fuss over something that has gone
Tick tick tick
Can you hear the seconds go
Tick tick tick
Under the rain?
Tick tick tick
I know you'll never come back
Tick tick tick
I know I can't prevent it
Tick tick tick
But I can't stop regretting it
Tick tick tick
The rain fell
Tick tick tick
As my tears fall
Tick tick tick
Tick tick tock
Tick tock tick
Tock tick tock
RIIIINGGGGG
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