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.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
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?"
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?"
Saturday, June 18, 2011
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.
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.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
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...
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...
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