Lacrimosa (3)

(note: lacrimosa (latin) is the same with lachrymose (english) nyahahahahahaha)
(a very unclear story, but whatever. this is a base for my current story. things will get clear starting the next ch.)
I walked back into the room, with Albert walking behind me. He closed the door quietly and then he smiled to me.
"Please," he said. "For the rest of the day, enjoy yourself."
I took off my shoes and and got into the bathroom. He followed me and stood behind me.
"I think I'll go buy a few things," he said as I saw myself in the mirror. "Do you mind if you stay here and wait for me?"
I saw the reflection of myself nodded. He smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek, then he walked away. I could hear the door clicked a few seconds later.
I turned the tap and water gushed out. I quickly put my hands under it, and the water wet my hand. I turned off the tap again, then I walked out of the bathroom.
I looked around the room. It looked really friendly - the wooden furniture looked fine and safe, although there were only two beds with white cover and two chairs and a table. The iris mantle was gone - now it was a vase of red evensong and some purple sugarplums.
No technology in this room.
The evening sun got into the room, shining on the flowers. I pulled one of the chairs and sat down, then I noticed a set of keys on the table.
I looked at them for a while. There were five of them, all have a similiar shape. I took them and walked to the door.
The door stood in front of me - cold, arrogant. I could tell it was mahogany from the texture. There was a golden door handle and a keyhole below it. I inserted a ket and turned it left.
CLICK
I smiled and opened the door. Wind blew away some autumn leaves, and the sun was really bright. There was a bulldog sleeping near the house and its puppy sleeping next to it.
Suddenly some birds flew away and I turned to the place they flew away from. I saw a black Bugatti was parking there, then I smiled.
•••
"Do you like this place?"
I nodded as I put down my fork. Albert poured some red wine into a wine glass in front of me, then he sat on his chair and poured some for himself.
"Good, then," he said as he sipped his wine. He lifted his glass, then he smiled.
"Cheers," he said. "For my master."

...(as always)

Lorem ipsum !!!
(what does it mean? a minute)
(according to google translate it means home. but whatever.)
hi.
today? nothing.. just feel like writing this one.
so?
well... i got a brochure for writing competition, and the theme is seriously no of my age, which is 'me and my toy'. seriously weird, right?
so?
at the end of the day, this is tiring. because i have ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA about what i am supposed to do with my 'toy'.
so, at the end??
at the end, my only toy is my pen (and my computer and paper and my notebook and my diary which i must hand to my english teacher and my books and my friend fb, because he's so cute so that i can rinse him with drinking water) and the last option which is fb might be my choice.
but then again, what was i thinking about? i was thinking about writing lacrimosa(or something like lacrimosa) for the competition, but then competition rules bug me.
which is...
INSPIRED BY NORMAL EVENTS
what normal events?
"my favourite toy is F***** (privacy). i like him so much because he's so cute. however i hate him so much because his score is better than mine in decimal and that made me rank the fifth in the overall while he's fourth."
that's a real story.
(hey, chicken, don't go crazy...)
wot? i hate F***** but i love him as well.
(really?)
shut up!
so, at the end, because it must be inspired by normal events, i can't write about a human who toys human, and...
that's quite a shame.
but i'm working on a top secret project...
not really actually, heheh.
but i got a book because my poem is in the school magazine, and there's still a request from a follower...
to make a poem for her...
why, not him. yeah. i've made a lot for him.
so at the end...
*sigh*
just wait for the poem i'll make for her...
hahahahahaha
btw i wonder why anybody hasn't bought my book yet?
whatever.
is happy chicken happy?
yes, maybe.

Lacrimosa (2)

The evening wind blew, sweeping away the autumn leaves. The sunset coloured the sky, painting it with red and orange.
I walked along the rock pavement on the hill. There were trees on my sides, from the Cicas genus. There were a few birds flying above me.
Suddenly my hat was blown by the wind. I ran to get it, but it flew faster than my steps.
And it went dark.
•••
I struggled to open my eyes and the sunlight quickly pierced into my eyes. I rubbed my eyes and sat up.
"Morning, my lady..."
I quickly turned my head and saw the silhouette of a man. he was holding a mug with a cigarette in his mouth. He was wearing a black suit and a red tie.
"Did you sleep well last night?"
I didn't answer as I could hear he walked up to me. He sat down next to me and touched my leg, which was covered by a white blanket. He touched my hair and smiled.
"Looks like you did," he said as he stood up. "That's good."
He smiled to me, then he opened the door and walked out.
"I'll be back by lunch," he said. "Then I'll stay here until the day ends..."
He then closed the door carefully from outside.
CLICK
•••
Water rained over me as I sat on the cold marble floor. The water was cold but I didn't care. I stood up and turned off the faucet, then I walked out of the shower booth and wore a white bathrobe hung behind the door.
I opened the door and stepped out, and I could feel my feet touched a soft material. I found myself in a big room painted in yellow, and sunlight got in trough a round window. There was a table made of rosewood below the table, with a vase full with blue irises.
"My lady..."
I turned back and noticed Albert was closing the door. He was holding some shopping bags, then he put down the bags and smiled to me.
"Sorry, I took so long," he said. "I bouht some things for you."
He took out something from a bag, then I could clearly saw it - a red coat with floral ornaments.
"I bought this, but I can buy another one for you if you don't like it," he said. "What do you think?"
I walked to him, then I took the coat and smiled.
"It's pretty," I said. "Thanks..."
"It's yours, then," he said. He then smiled and messed my hair.
"Let's go cut your hair," he said. "it's a bit messy..."
•••
The young hairdresser combed my hair with a black comb. She them smiled and walked away.
Albert walked to me as he clapped his hands. He smiled and leaned down next to me.
"Great," she said. "You look great."
I stood up from the blue stool, then he touched my hair.
"Shall we leave?"

Oh man...

today we took our reports from school, and i'm not interested to tell about the results... just remember that i do got some a for english and mandarin.
so?? mum took me to the bookstore and said i may choose a book.
the thing is, i just bought the 900-pages book of 'hitler's war' by david irving...
so? here's a picture of the ugly old man

so? whatever. today i went and saw two ridiculous books...
hitler mati di indonesia (hitler died in indonesia) and
hitler punya keturunan di indonesia (hitler has offspring in indonesia)
first reaction:
GYAHAHAHAHAHAHA
but now, now, in indonesia, they said hitler died in indonesia.
actually a doctor named sosrohusodo suspected this... (remember, suspected) because this is actually what the world believes... right?

hitler died in berlin. awright. that's what i believed, after all.
but, talking about nazis...
yes, there's been a lot that died kinda MYSTERIOUSLY.
say... hess.
rudolf walter richard hess. hitler's best friend. he flew before german's assault to russia, which is 1941, and his messerchmitt crashed in glasgow, scotland, and he was caught.
then, prisoned.
then?
died in prison.
right??
(finally i'm writing about something i'm really good at!!!!)
that is what the official report said and my english teacher said.
but!
in wiki, they wrote hess was killed by MI6, and the one in nuremberg was a fake.
let's take a look.
this is hess...

playing with his son, who, at the end, claimed that his father was killed.
so is the sis version true, or the hess died in prison 'of age' (which i thought is almost illogical) true?
this is one of the pics that appeared in google with the keyword 'rudolf hess old'

so at the end of the day, hitler died in indonesia.
yes, there is an organisation, odessa, which helps some nazi bastards escape germany after the war... some people they helped are mengele, bormann, and i dunno the rest. they said hitler has been looking for atlantis and remember people saying indonesia is atlantis, so these books keep filling the bookshelves in bookstores.
but at the end, does hitler actually came to indonesia?
not really, i think.
they said this man in hitler, and i think it was just a pic made with some app like 'age my face' which is available for downloads, and it must be ridiculous to put it on the net.

and they said, hitler came to sumbawa, became a doc, with the sickness, no, trademark, maybe. shaking hands, dragging his left foot when walking, and all.
but this is what i'm always thinking - they can't think of it as coincidence.
hitler was suspected to have parkinson at the end of the war. and even if he ran to indonesia...
this is the ver. hitler ran to indonesia, he married a woman, then they have kids...
i think that's why they have the second book published.
but whatever. to read about this, more, visit this site...
http://irwan.net/hitler-died-in-indonesia/
and... about this post, this article NEEDS citation...
i wonder if they'll let me meet this dr. sosrohusodo, because i'll look forward to see him...
happy chicken is happy.

Indonesia's fallingggggg!!!!

Ng? Bad title? Yeah, right. But still, whatever.
Yes, today we're still at school. So, how do I usually start my day?
"Chicken, wake up. Look at the time. Do you want to be late?"
"Yes, mbak (how we call our maids). Gimme a minute*yawn*."
(go downstairs then lay at the sofa. sleep for 15 secs, then open my eyes and saw the papers on the table.)
and guess what I read today?
INDONESIA IS HEADING TOWARDS BEING A FAILED COUNTRY
am i supposed to be sad about that?
(yes)
no, i'm not!
this has been around the news lately 'indonesia is going to be a failed country', 'corruptors ruling the country', 'we need a strong figure', whatever whatever whatever.
bs.
am i supposed to be sad?
no!!!!
see, this is why someone at school said i'm not a nationalist. but well, i'm not. i'm more like a communist, because if we are communists, nobody will be poor!
but still, that last headline is quite interesting.
WE NEED A STRONG FIGURE
yes, we do need a strong one like Churchill, and Chamberlain, go away.
so is it a Churchill or Chamberlain running the country?
good question... but the answer is not a Churchill or Chamberlain, the answer is, actually a Gadaffi is running this country.
why, now?
Libya is in the verge of destruction, am I right? but until now Gadaffi still refuses to leave his seat, although 1/100 of his country are dead.
have you seen a photo of him playing chess?
no? okok, i'm not protesting. trust me.
so, why gadaffi?
because he still refuses to leave his seat, although 1/100 of his men are dead, that means he only wants power, power, and money.
oh, i've made a poem about that and i'll never post it here because it sounds like a prose.
(what's a prose?)
short story.
oh yeah, i've forgotten about the literature lesson.
so? why do we exactly need a better pres?
because this country has been too wrecked, wrecked, wrecked...
(smack head smack head smack head)
what kind of pres do we need? sby won't be on the 'throne' again, since he's ruled our country for 10 years.
as a kid, i'm surrounded with old people doing reminisce.
'in the days of good ole suharto...'
then why are we falling him down? maybe if he still rules, the country could be better!
in other words, we are falling a dictator that might be able to help this country...
which is kind of stupid, i must say.
ah, headache headache. but now sby is in switzerland for 'work', and what exactly is that work?
indonesia is not a country. it is a country that made their people suffer.
who made the people suffer?
government. why don't you blame those executives?
there are things that this country can't get rid of, but please, try to make this country not a failure.
at least.
*yawn* wonder what's on the headlines tomorrow...

...

what's that? philo. already published.... ^^

Dark

Huh? there'll only be some suicide translation, because I made this in the religion exam, the very FINAL final exam... tomorrow we'll come to school and my class will have some kind of... how do you say it? thanksgiving? whatever.
so, i did this in the religion exam, on a tissue (chicken not joking) and...
in mandarin. so a pic of the original script which i will have to file very carefully...
btw it's the 2nd time i wrote on a tissue, and the first time i did it on the tissue with mand.
btw that's a real chicken dancing there.
so? now... suicide translation.
(i'm only doing this because the holiday is coming, and letting the chickens dance while i was writing is definitely better than handing my literature works to my english teacher.)
(besides, i'm afraid that i'll write 'i hate ***' a lot of times, too, and i gave my diary a weird greeting, so it won't be nice if i got interrogated in my first day...)
(...)
(God, please, don't let the english lesson be the first lesson in Monday morning like the way it is now. i don't wanna get into any trouble. amen)

title: Dark
The wind blew in
Bringing away the birds
The sky darkened
The clouds covered the sun

The birds flew away
Afraid that they'll be swallowed by the dark
The sky darkened
Waiting for wind to blow away the dark clouds

The sky has darkened
The rain hasn't fell
The sun hid from humans
Humans hid from darkness
(if you notice three dots there...)
•••
I waited in the house
There's nobody outside
but you haven't come back
You let me wait alone

everyone is afraid of dark
Nobody likes the dark
But in this dark everyone hate
You're out in the wild

The dark has turned darker
I don't know when the light will come back
waited for you, but you don't come back
letting me wait alone
letting me fall into despair
•••
the wind blew
bringing away the birds
the sun will come soon
the sky will be bright soon

the birds flew in
the world isn't dark anymore
everything srated to came back to live
but you haven't came back yet

you said you'll be home
you said you'll come
but i waited alone for so long
you haven't came back

why?
i don't want to be alone
in this dark world
i'm afraid of dark
everyone is afraid of dark

come back soon
i'm waiting for you to come back
but you don't come back
i still want to wait for you

don't leave me alone
don't let me wait for you
the sky will be dark once again
be back soon

Lacrimosa (1)

I was sitting on a green park bench when a bird landed next to me. It looked at me for a while, then it flew away.
The street in front of me was empty as the sun sets. The street lamps which were lined up behind me turned on automatically, reflecting my shadow to the pavement. There was nothing but trees and street lamps on the other side, and there was nothing behind me, either.
Suddenly I could hear something like an engine. I turned to the sound source and saw a black Bugatti Veyron heading towards me. I stood up and touched my hair as it stopped in front of me.
The door flew open and a man walked out. He had blonde hair and was wearing a black suit. He was handsome in a dark way. He pulled down his black jacket he was wearing to tidy it up.
"Come, my lady..." he said. "Your wish is my command..."
I smiled as I walked to him and got in.. He opened the door on the other side and sat down next to me.
•••
He drove me to a dark street of the town. He stopped in front of a black door and turned off the headlights. He then opened the door and walked out of the car. He walked to my door and opened it, then he smiled and gave out his hand. I took his hand and got out of the car. He held my hand tight as we walked to the door.
"Come," I said as I pulled him and walked to the door. He followed me and looked at the door.
I opened the door and saw an old man with white hair. He had a bowl of chips in his lap and a brown pipe in his mouth.
"Father," I said. "This is Albert."
The man looked at me for a while, then he turned to the man standing next to me.
"You..." he said. "What's your name again..."
"Albert, sir," he said. "Albert Pruss..."
He stood up and rubbed his eyes as he faintly walked to him. He then stopped and looked at him from head to toe.
"Hm..." he said. "You've finally brought home someone decent..."
I smiled and looked at him. My father has been rejecting every man I brought home.
"But..."
I froze. he looked at him for a while, then he rubbed his head.
"What's your name again?"
"Albert Pruss, sir."
He looked at me for a while, then he looked back at Albert.
"Did we ever meet somewhere?"
"No, sir."
He looked at him again for a while, then he sighed and looked away.
"No, I know you."
He looked at me sadly, then he gave us a sign to go away.. I sighed and took his hand, then we left.
•••
"I'm sorry..."
"No, that's alright," he said. "Don't mind about it..."
I looked at him, but then he was smiling. He took my hand firmly and leaned down to me.
"I know," he said. "Let's go somewhere interesting."

...

Happy chicken is happy!!!!!!
It's in the middle of final exam now, so chicken practically slacked off from study... But whatever. It's holiday tomorrow right?
Btw i've had evil plans for vacation...
Although english teacher gave a holiday hw which is keep a diary...
That's really difficult compared to the other year's hw!!!!
Well, not very difficult for chicken, but still, chicken keeps two diaries, one's the log and the other's literature log.
Chicken's sure teacher wants the normal log. But...
I keep... I think there should be at least 10...
Oh damn i'm not counting. Ok, chicken keeps 10 poems in it, a few letters, plots...
(one of them's the one for fma)
And in vacation, because chicken already has evil plans, i'm afraid i'll write a super plot!!!
And a heck lot of poems, too.
And what's the hw for the other year? English teacher stuck a comic on the announcement boards, and at the end, the order is "read novel/s, comics not counted, and write a review. 200 words."
My grade crowded the comic in the morning.
"Wahahahahaha" (not me, classmates)
And heck, they can do that in a day, while we do ours in 2 weeks...
And when i submit my hw, that means i also have poems and a plot to submit!!!
(i've agreed to keep the title and plot and genre and style and whatever whatever secret)
(and submitting the hw means busting the whole thingggggggg)
Not difficult, but dilematic.
"the invite2 for this case is basic invite2 year 45 chapter 28..."
(on monday, it's a civics exam. Poor me.)
btw chicken gonna make something interesting...
It's called lacrimosa...
Old latin. Ask google.
But it's gonna be short, because i do the story in geography lesson....
Don't worry i'm a good kid so i don't do it in any english lessons.
But i do it in the boring geography lesson. So am i a good kid?
Whatever. I'm going awayyyyyy fo vacatioooonnnn.
Yeah! To dream island!!!
Good lick for english hw. See you after final exam.
Happy chicken is happy!!!!!!!!