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."