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.