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When the first snow fell, Misha the Dragon was in his big but comfy cave. He somehow managed to get his place's warm enough for himself. After adjusting his tail, Misha began to sleep since it's night time already.

That was when he hear a rustling sound near him.

Misha didn't keep a pet, no. He was -is- a good dragon, and he didn't eat friends. So, where was this sound came from?

Apparently it was from a little rabbit that sneaked into Misha's cave for warmth. Its long ears shivered, its fluffy tail was not fluffy anymore. Being a good dragon, Misha let the rabbit sat with him inside his cave.

Then Misha learned that the rabbit's name was Dean. Dean actually got lost after he run after a cute bird. When he realized that he lost his way, the night time was already coming.

"Poor you," Misha said pitifully. "You can stay here until tomorrow, then!"

Then they spent the night together, with warm foot and friendly companion.

But then the light snowfall turned into very very bad snowfall. Dean sat sadly in front of the cave's opening, his eyes following the snow movement in front of him. At this rate, even if it was broad daylight, he wouldn't know his way back home.

Then Misha came with two warm cups of tea, and said that Dean could spend another night with him today. With a snowstorm like this, Misha himself couldn't go outside his cave, and his friends also too, so Dean's company would be a great thing for him.

Gladly, Dean picked the pink coloured cup, and, yes, he agreed to spent one more night.

They spent the whole afternoon with jokes, small games, and even Misha showed his cooking skill to Dean. They also baked chocolate cookies together. Misha was so happy, and when the night came, they curled up together and fell asleep.

The snowstorm was over on the next morning. Dean hopped outside the cave happily. Now he can made his way home. He was about to leave when Misha tapped his tail to Dean's ear. He made a package of tea and the cookies they made yesterday.

"Will you come here again? To visit me?" Misha blinked.

"Of course!" Dean jumped closer to Misha and asked him to move his head closer to the ground. They rubbed their nose together. "Of course I will visit you! You're my best friend now!"

Misha nodded. He felt relieved. Dean was so fun to hang out with, and Misha didn't want to lose his new friend.

"See you next time, then, Dean," Misha said.

"See you next time, for sure," Dean smiled.

Labels: english, Short Story, Story

“I am sorry,”

Ashlex didn’t turn his head. “What?”

Hector sighed. “I said, I am sorry.”

“For what?”

Hector didn’t answer right away. He had been staring at Ashlex who locked his gaze to outside the window. He knew that Ashlex knew. They were friends for ten years; Hector knew everything about Ashlex like the back of his own hand.

The spring’s wind came in through the window. It didn’t carry sweet smells of flower petals, it was humid and plain. There were chickens on the yard. Their claws were buried under the damp soil. They were not as noisy as usual, Ashlex thought.

“Ash, I am sorry.”

“I heard you.”

Hector breathed in. He rubbed his own temple.

“I thought you need to go?” Ashlex said. “I thought you were waiting for the train? It’s one thirty already.”

Hector looked up to the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. Ashlex was right. If he didn’t hurry he would miss the train.

“Go, Hector. What are you waiting for?”






He touched the scars on his left arm. It was hidden by his clothes, but he could feel it. The long red marks, as if a hawk scratched its talons to his arm. Hector remembered how the pain was, how the blood fell to the carpet. The stain was still there, he was sure.

Hector closed his eyes and enjoyed the train ride.






He said he wanted to settle down everything. He built the latter’s hopes up. But Ashlex didn’t keep his promise.

Hector’s face was blue at that time. Ashlex didn’t mean to strangle him to death. Well, Hector didn’t die, but he threw up in the carpet right after Ashlex released his hands.

This morning, Hector said sorry for the last time. He said he was accepted by a company in the town. He needed to leave the manor, and he said he didn’t want to leave Ashlex alone.

Ashlex loved his house. As much as he loved Hector, he still loved his house more. He loved every single thing inside there; the stairs, the piano room, the old books in the library, everything. When Hector didn’t ask him to go with him to the town, he felt relieved instead of worried.

But then Hector needed his punishment.

Ashlex knew Hector had some girls in the town. He didn’t exactly know who and how many, he just know. Was he gotten tired of Ashlex? He didn’t care. Hector was Ash’s and Ash was Hector’s, as long as the scars on Hector’s left arm didn’t fade.







“Goodbye, Ash.”

“No, not goodbye, Hec. You will come back to this house again, won’t you?”

There was a pain crossed in Hector’s face. Ashlex saw it.

“I don’t know.” Hector admitted.

The sounds of clock’s hand strangely became so loud at that time. Ashlex still stared outside the window. His hand clutched to his white shirt so tight, it might ripped. Hector saw it.

Hector walked closer to Ashlex. He brushed his fingers through Ashlex silver hair. It was smooth like usual. It might be the last time Hector touched Ash’s hair like that. Slowly, he slipped his arms to Ashlex’s slender body, and carefully draw him closer.

“You know that I love you, right?”

Hector kissed Ash’s hair. The scent of him filled his nose immediately. “I know.”

They stayed like that for a while until Ashlex pulled himself. “Go, Hector. What are you waiting for?”

Ashlex could see the excitement inside Hector’s eyes. He didn’t know whether it was because of his new job or his freedom. He didn’t know and he didn’t care.







As Ashlex saw his friend walk through the gate, he felt something sticky on his fingers. It was the last time he could felt Hector’s blood on his fingers. After this ten years of warm and welcoming home, now Ashlex was all alone in his manor. There wouldn’t be another fancy nights or thrilling morning.

The day when Hector wandered into Ashlex’s manor was a miracle. Now the miracle itself was gone, as quick as the way it was coming. But Ashlex regretted nothing. After ten years of his own way of loving and caring, he realized that Hector was too young for his taste. Someone could love him more than Ashlex, better than Ashlex.

He would just wait for another lost boy to came into his manor again. Ashlex had as plenty time as eternity to wait.












inspired by Troye Sivan's Lost Boy.
I'm not sorry if this story is not making sense at all - the idea just came up in my mind in the middle of physic study time. I would rather writing this than study this complicated thing.

Labels: english, random, Short Story, Story

"So, what? It's not like I believe in that thing, anyway."

Lily rolled her eyes. "Look, I already told you before, it's me who believe that and I had such a creepy feeling about you. It doesn't matter if you don't believe me, though,"

"Then you don't have to waste your time here, Lily! For God's sake-"

"But I care for you!" Lily's eyes sparked. "You're my best friend so I think you might be in some dangerous situation or something..."

"Well, thank you very much, but, no. Please go back to your class, Lily,"

Lily crunched her nose and got up from the chair. She walked to the door, and waved a good-bye kiss to Clare. "Don't say that I didn't warn you before! Good bye!"

Clare huffed. Her nap was intruded by Lily, her childhood friend who happened to study in the same high school as her. They were going to different secondary school, and made no contact before they met again in this school.

Friday the thirteenth, Clare thought. There's nothing called bad luck in this day. Bad luck is everywhere and everytime, not just in this day.

The class' bell rank, and she muttered something about tired and sleepy.

- - -

It was raining outside. The nice thing to do was hid yourself under a thick blanket, with a hot chocolate in your hand, and a laptop playing a movie. But Clare sat inside an aircon-ed room, with her clothes soaked wet because of rain.

She just walked outside her school building when the rain started. With nothing to protect her from it, she ran randomly into the houses nearby, and found an abandoned small shop with a glass window. Lucky, the front door wasn't locked. She barged inside, and suddenly the lights were turning on.

"Uhm, hello?" Clare shivered. Her wet uniform was bad enough even without the aircon. "I'm sorry I'm going in without permission, I just need place to... Hello?"

There was nothing.

Clare raised her shoulder in annoyance. Well, she thought, it's not like I'm going to steal something.

But it was nothing to be stolen, actually. The shop was nearly empty, except for a glass table in the middle of the room. And the aircon.

She needed to go back home now. With her wet uniform, she could get a hypothermia inside this small shop. She prefer became wet than die because of the cold.

Not lucky for her, the front door was locked. Bloody hell, she cursed. She didn't remember there's any other living things but her in this room. Then how on earth the door was locked?

Today is Friday the thirteenth.

Clare hissed. She didn't believe in such thing. This must be a bad luck, not because of the particular date. She sat in front of the glass window, circled her own arm to her body to increased the heat. Not helping too much, but better than nothing.

She could see the main road from her position. Mostly cars on the road, because they didn't need to worry about rain. There were still brave people, who fought the rain and got soaked just like her. And there was Lily.

She walked inside the rain with no umbrella. Her long blonde hair was wet, clung to her shoulder like a glue. Clare rushed to the window and tried to get Lily's attention. She could free her from this damned place, she hoped. She knocked the window harshly with one hand, while the other hand was waving.

And Lily turned her head. She noticed Clare, and her expression lit up. She crossed the road and-

today is Friday the thirteenth.

-a car hit her abruptly. Clare couldn't scream. Her mouth gaped in shock. She froze in her spot, her eyes focused on Lily's now lifeless body in the road. Then like she had been switched on, she tried to open the door, but she failed.

"Lily!" She screamed. Her voice echoed in the empty room. "Lily! Lily! Oh my God..."

No one seemed to notice the incident. The car which hit Lily earlier was nowhere to seen. Ran off, probably.

Clare still tried to broke the door handle. Normally she could actually break it, but she was not in the good shape; soaked wet and the aircon...

Outside, Lily's body was coughing out blood. The red and sticky liquid was splattered everywhere.

"Lily..." Clare stopped trying, she slumped on to the cold floor. It must be the hypothermia attack. She felt so weak. The floor twirled beneath her feet. Her nails were purple. There was a buzz inside her ears, and she thought she heard someone talking. Her vision blurred.

Oh, she thought. What a nice firefly.

And then pitch black.















"What is it, Honey?"

"I thought I heard something downstairs."

"Should we go to check it?"

"Nah, I can check it myself."

"Okay, be careful."

Thud. Thud. Thud.

His footsteps against the floor were loud. He glanced at his wife once before he went downstairs. It was raining outside and they decided to do a movie marathon. His wife was making two cups of coffee at the moment.

Maybe it was a stray dog, he thought. His shop wasn't open since two years ago; they didn't have much money to run the shop again. Nobody entered the empty room except two of them. Well, it was their home anyway.

Slowly, he entered his shop. Nothing could be seen. He was about to head upstairs when he saw something moving.

Something huge and black.

It screamed in front of the window, making noises, it seemed that the thing want to go outside but it can't open the window.

What the fuck.

He remembered he owned a baseball stick. Without a sound, he headed upstairs to pick his bat. Where was it? On the storage room? Or his room?

"Honey, what are you-?"

"Ssh. Don't make noises."

His wife nodded. She wrinkled her eyebrows, her eyes questioned her husband, but she just stood still. She watched her husband disappeared behind the kitchen's door.

And he headed downstairs once again. The thing still sat in front of the window, still screaming, or making weird noises (maybe it's its way to scream?). Slowly, he walked closer to the thing. The black creature seems didn't realize his presence.

And, one, he counted silently.

Two. 

Three.

Labels: english, Short Story, Story

I currently reading The Mortal Instrument's Series, though I already have the pdf. files for God-know-how-long, but when I accidentally re-watched its first movie on Fox and remember how charming and oddly handsome Jamie Campbell Bower as Jace, I felt like reading it. How selfish.

So, I was driving home this noon and suddenly I had something in mind that can be written, and here it is.
I don't think it will be long, maybe only a quick story with confusing character and problems, as usual.

And forgive the title.

cross-posted to my story site. 






What if everyone wants to die? The thought emerged in Luce's mind. He just saw one of the youngsters died this noon; hit by a large deep blue container truck, and flawlessly burst into sakura petals.

It was abnormally beautiful, if he set aside the hit-and-run accident and the death of that kid as well. It was like a scene in those animated movie; his head was turning into sakura petals right when the kid's head hit the truck. His whole body followed afterward.

Luce could see the container's driver shocked. From that height he obviously couldn't see the boy. He just surprised when suddenly a large amount of sakura petals burst in front of his window. Lucky that he could handle the truck well.

The old folks said, if you turned into a sakura, then your life is perfect. The goal of all Sun Children was a perfect life. But there's a lot of things that they should do before completing their life and became 'perfect'. That's why many of the youngsters doubted the statement at that time. How the heck can they turn into a flower? But with the Catherine Gray's suicide, their thought were full of the sakura petals which filled the Ritz Hotel's parking lot.

That was three weeks ago, and Luce already had four invitations to a 'suicide party' sent to him.

He himself didn't doubt the old folk's talk, and maybe that's why he didn't have any thought about killing himself. For a youngsters, Luce was always a bit odd. He always saw what everyone didn't, and hear what everyone didn't.

Most of the Sun Children died naturally. It was always the human who always had an unpleasant death. Killed, fell from a high places, traffic accidents.

Because, Luce thought when he showered that night, the human is weak.

Suicide was one of the thing that the Sun Children couldn't do. Suicide was a weakness thing to do. It was what a human would do. They would be as low as the human if they committed suicide.

What Catherine Gray did three weeks ago was really surprising for the old folks. There was no suicidal death tracked in the Sun Children history. At least until three weeks ago. Somebody said that she just wanted to prove the old folk's saying, but even Luce knew it was a weak excuse. There must be something bigger behind it.

What created chaos in the elders was being an exciting news for the youngsters. The Grimm's secret chamber was crowded that night. Some of the youngsters decided to talk about Catherine's suicide too, like the elders did in the council room, but they held it less formal. Every block's leader agreed that the Grimm's secret chamber would be safe for them to talk, or else the elder would know and punish them.

Sam Whiterby's father was in the council too. When he knew his father was going to that meeting, Sam set up a tiny and undetectable microphone on his dad's coat, so everyone in the secret chamber could hear things too.

Luce remember there were a lot of arguments after that.

"Such a filthy girl she is," Jesse Whiterby said. "I bet she doesn't know what 'low-as-human' means."

"But, Jesse," her brother murmured. "The old folks told us about the 'perfect life', don't they?"

What's the point in telling us that perfect life if suicide is forbidden, Luce thought. He was in the very corner of the chamber, all silent and look like he didn't interested in the topic. But his mind was active, he caught everything they said perfectly.

"It doesn't have to be a suicide," a boy stated, uncertain. "The old folks only said about us turning into sakuras, there's a lot of thing that can make us die."

"What a creative thinking," Sam whispered.

"So, we will have a perfect life if we, what, hit ourselves in front of a container truck?"

"Well, that can be tried,"

"It will be hurt a lot, you know," someone said, he laughed. "I mean, being hit by a truck. Last week my dog bite me and it hurts a lot."

"And, come on," Jesse spoke calmly. "There's still a long way to go, guys. We can complete our 'perfect life' safer than hit yourself to a truck,"

Their conversation ended in that statement, but Luce hardly believed that the suicide thing would vanish from their thought. That's why when he saw that kid was hit by a container truck that noon, all he did was laughing.

Maybe turning into sakuras wasn't a bad idea.

Labels: english, Short Story, Story

She is leaving
And I can’t do anything
Love is leaving
Like a fool, I’m blankly standing here
On days where thin rain falls like today
I remember your shadow
Our memories that I secretly put in my drawer
I take them out and reminisce again by myself

Labels: ???, english, Short Story, Story

Hello. I was re-reading gimteahyung's fics, and re-realized that her works were amazing. She's 18, not surprising according to her very beautifully written fic.
The point that makes me happy is, I know her. Doesn't mean that I have actually meet her, but she is the most frequent follower that actually talk to me. She mentioned me today after I tweeted something about 'fuck-off-my-friend-idc-anymore'. She came up with 'hey, what's wrong?' even with emoticons on. I didn't expect anyone to respond to my tweets tho, because, hell, who cares to me. But I was extremely happy atm. It feels nice when someone actually cares to you.

She is planning to buy BTS' Season's Greeting this year. Hopefully she can managed to save some money for that, haha. She bought that CeCi magazine (which is the thing I really want too) and she told me that the bracelet (or ring?) was pretty.

I hope we can meet someday, maybe on BTS' concert? She is from Australia, well, idk how we will accidentally meet up.

And, oh, I watched the newest Bangtan Bomb just now. VMin friendship is just too cute to resist.

Labels: BTS, english

It's 12:27am when I write this; on my sister's laptop and facing a bunch of paper works. My wi-fi is broken, so I can't use it as a wi-fi anymore. It has to be connected through a yellow cable and become an ethernet connection. I can't use my own laptop because its battery is broken since... 3 years ago? It need to be charged all the time, so it isn't very nice to move it away from my study table inside my room.

This year is not going well, for me. The second year of high school is a very fun year, most of people said. It is fun indeed; my new class is not as bad as the old one, meets new people, going back innto my fangirl mode, being the senior on the school club, and etc. etc. But it is going harder as well; the lessons, the homeworks, the activities...

On the first day of being a second grader I told myself to study harder, start thinking about the future school, start to planning about this and that, and other thing that connected with 'my-future-life'. But it's not going well like I imagined. It's my own fault, I think. The main problem is I can't focus to one thing; both from the school side and from myself. Wait, let me explain.

My father always told me that us people is not perfect. It is just right to not being super on math but genius on literature. Each people has its own specialty. But the school nowadays -the Indonesian school- is not using that phrase. We need to get A or minimum B- on every subject to pass. So we can't focus to one subject that we mastered the most. Or else we can't pass.

I have a hard time in learning the science subjects; Science Math, Physic, and Chemist. It's not like I can't calculate the amount of energy. I just need to study more intensely and seriously. I already have a study-plan in my mind, but it always failed because I have no time.

Then, I can't focus to one thing because I get bored easily. I have a plan (again. Count how many plans I have in this post).) to regularly make a short story and gather it as a book and publish it. Or just simply send it to a magazine. It walked smoothly at first. I had done thirteen short story, but because it's mainly a random things (which I think the girly magazine I aimed to will not accept that kind of story) I think to make a new one.
And until now I haven't done a single page. I have three drafts of fanfictions, a bunch of drafts of my short story, and (maybe) two or three novel-possible ideas. I just can't manage my mood.

And manage my time! I need to study, I need to finish a LOT of proposals, invitation, and my club's secretary works, and I need to watch all those unwatched k-dramas and anime. I have 'Let Me Hear Your Voice' and 'It's Okay, That's Love' unwatched. I have 'Love Stage!', 'Free! Eternal Summer', 'Haikyuu!', 'Soul Eater', 'Black Butler Season 1,2', and 'Natsume Yuujinchou Season 1,2'. Oh God.

And I still need to download Haikyuu and Love Stage; and a LOT of k-pop videos I haven't watch yet like BTS American Hustle Life ep 6-8 (plus all the unreleased cuts), SHINee's latest activity, and 48Family activity!

Then this year's problem is money! Everything is getting expensive; my money oh my money. I bought BTS Dark&Wild on the previous month, that's the first time I bought an album with my own money lol. I need to pay my class shirt, class jersey and any other things. I want to buy this and that (Taemin's ACE, Akmu's Play, BTS N.O shirt, and Japanese School Bag) but I have no money left for those unimportant things.
It's important.
No, it's not.

Oh and I've been distracted by BTS lately. I SERIOUSLY NEED TO MANAGE  MY TIME because I kept a bunch of taekook and yoonmin and namjin fanfic on my phone haha. Just in case I'm bored or something.

Well, it's 1:21am already.
Always wish me a luck, good night.

Labels: Bad Day, curcol, english, experience, HIGHSCHOOL, Night, Whatever

The bliss that resonates in your presence
So softly
Ignites the flames that radiates
Deep in my heart

From the echoing echoing words you whispered
From the twinkling twinkling in your eyes
I sensed a slight and different movement
Overflowing emotions
That halo of yours is so brilliant

Let's match
The cadence of our pulse
To the rhythm of our thoughts
Between us
Thousand sparks fly 
And illuminates the sky


A gentle curve at the corners of your lips
In between
Reminds us of the silent promises
Unspoken

From the growing growing warmth in your heart
To the sparkling sparkling faith in your voice
Through the nebulous blur and haze
Even here in this maze
You lead me to the right way

When you're near
Trust conquers all of my deepest fears
You are 
The light that illuminates my night
Embracing me with all your might


Let's match
The cadence of our pulse
To the rhythm of our thoughts
Even though you're gone
Our hearts beat as one

I will sing
A song that fights off the beast
That interrupts your dreams
Sleep tight
Tonight I will fly high
And illuminate the sky

Labels: english, japan, Lyrics, Nice, Song, Vocaloid

Hello, happy Friday! Today is Chinese New Year, and red mark on Indonesian calendar so I'm free from school today.

Labels: english

Labels: english, Jonghyun, Key, Korea, Korean, Lyrics, Minho, New, Nice, Onew, SHINee, Taemin, translation

Yes, this post is a reply for your note, even-though you didn't expect me to reply it for you. And please bear with my bad English ._.
So, well, I was eating my dinner when I remember you said you post a new note on Facebook. Then I just turned on my laptop and connected to internet with my blessed modem (Really, God bless you, my iClick). Logged in to Facebook wasn't that difficult with my blessed modem. FYI, I could download an HD Shingeki no Kyojin only in 20 minutes > < Even my wi-fi on my old home weren't that sugoii > <

Bah, we're not talking about modem here.

So... First I will review-ing your note ^^
You said that you "never had any luck with my science mark". Hello, wake up nee-san. Your science-related-lesson score is always higher than mine. You said that isn't a luck? What if you compare your science-related-lesson score on every final semester with mine? The only one subject that I brave enough to compete with you is English ._.

Then you call yourself a "hikikomori, silent student, a socializing-disorder-student" and you blame Him for your 'bad luck'.
Well, I'm not going to argue about those nicknames, because sometimes I hardly know what my friend is saying. I'm also bad at socializing. I'm troubled with it too.
But "God doesn't want to let me go all like that" is true. That's why He gives you that position. He truly care about you so He wants you to change a bit of your bad attitude. He wants you to see this 'bad luck' as a way to improve your socializing trouble.

I know it's hard to do but, first, at least make yourself comfort with your class. Make your class is as nice as possible to your eyes. Accept it. You choose it, so why are you not happy with it? Yes, yes, because there's no language-class and you never had any luck with your science mark. But, hey, are you going to through all the years with this thought? If it's like that, you torture yourself, you know. I still care about you, I don't want you to end up with unhappy and horrible high-school years.

Yes, I do believe this is just the first stage of adapting ^^ You will get better, soon. My teacher said "Your achievement is just the same with your action." First of all you need to think positively ^^ Don't just blame your classmate. You yourself make it like that. So if you want to change your condition, change your attitude too ^^ And use this leader-thing as a start ^^

Well, it's not like I'm great enough to say all these -_-"
But I just want to give you some... some advice... (Are these really helping? -_- I don't think so)
S-since I... I...

Bah ._.

So just be self-confident and trust yourself.

Labels: ???, Bad Day, curcol, english, Night, NOT NICE

Koizora: Setsunai Koi Monogatari!
Hohohoho, saya nonton Koizora teman-teman :D Dan karena itulah titlenya itu untuk post hari ini ^^
Anyway, banyak kejadian yang sudah terlewati akhir-akhir ini! ^^ Well, let's start from the oldest first~

Then, firstly...
Selamat Lebaran! :D Selamat Idul Fitri, mohon maaf lahir dan batin~ :D Meskipun telat, semoga amal dan ibadah kita selama puasa diterima oleh Allah SWT dan dosa kita terhapuskan semua~~
Selama libur lebaran aku nggak ngapa-ngapain, sumpah. Krisis internet man! Internet hanya bisa 30MB perhari, itupun pakai pulsanya Kaa-san (Arigato~). Internet hanya bisa Whatssap dan Facebook melalui Opera Mini :'
Oh iya, selama liburan lebaran aku pindah ke rumahnya budhe~ Mungkin aku sudah mention soal itu di post sebelumnya, tapi ya whatever lah. Dan kepindahanku ini permanen hingga lulus SMA ^^

Dan aku melakukan hal-hal berguna hanya dua hari sebelum masuk sekolah! Eh, nggak sih. Tiga hari sebelum masuk sekolah!
Kita (Aku, Haruu, Sachi, mbak Khar dan Nimas) ada Photo Session lagi~ Kali ini di lapangan dekatnya SMASA. Dan kurasa phot-ses kali ini adalah yang kedua berhasil setelah phot-ses Almost Len itu :D
Kali ini konsepnya Hime-nee-sama, Maid-sama dan Bodyguard-sama :D Yang cosu tentu saja Haruu, Nim dan mbak Khar. Sachi jadi kameko dan saya jadi... uhm, asisten pembantu kameko (berhubung aku sebenernya nggak ngapa-ngapain selain ngeramekan). Haduh nggak peduli deh, yang penting sukses~~ Duuh hasilnya kawaii banget aku sampai seneng lihat editanku sendiri >w< (pede)
Kita menang dari segi kameko dan kameko dan (mungkin) konsep. Kita hanya nggak menang di kostum. Tetapi kekurangan kita di segi kostum itulah yang membuat kita bisa semakin kreatif! (ecieh)

Well, setelah photo session berlangsung dengan baik, tanggal 17 adalah ultahnya Indonesiaa~ Otanjoubi omedetto, Indonesia-san~ Tahun ini 68, dan tahun depan saya (dan bersama sejumlah fujo atau orang-orang perv lainnya) akan tertawa di depan TV melihat angka 69 terpajang dengan khidmatnya.... Huahaha ._.
Setelah upacara di sekolah, aku sama beberapa temen baruku (ecieh) main ke kos-kosannya temenku. Maunya sih kita lihat the Conjuring, tapi karena subtitle-nya nggak jelas, akhirnya kita nonton Koizora yang THAILAND DUB. Gyahahaha, gila nggak sih -_-'' Aku sudah susah payah dengerin audionya yang nggak terlalu keras itu, dan KENAPA 'HALO' KOK 'HELLO' BUKAN 'MOSHI-MOSHI'? dan KENAPA 'SELAMAT PAGI' KOK BUKAN 'OHAYOU'? Sumpah, aku awalnya bingung =_= Setelah dikasih tau temenku kalau Thai Dub, yah, itu menjelaskan semuanya =_= (ps: aku langsung nggak niat mau nonton)

Lalu setelah Koizora yang... Ergh, aku cuma tertarik sama Hiro karena dia rambutnya putih ._.
Lalu setelah Koizora yang fail, aku ikutan upacara penurunan bendera di alun-alun~ Capek nyan, tapi baru pertama kali ikutan upacara penurunan sih.

Then, event menarik setelah itu tidak ada! Selain kucingku melahirkan lagi 3 ekor -_- Pus, pus, mau nambahin kerjaan orang ya -_-

Lalu....

Apalagi yang mau ditulis ._.

Tidak ada ._.

Oh iya, aku kemarin baru download Free! episode 6. Ukyaaa banget deh. Kali ini giliran si Haru yang perhatian banget sama Makoto *O* Dan si Makoto tetap aja kalem-kalem gitu *O* Dan scene mengecewakan itu! =w= Malem-malem teriak-bisik-bisik, untung aja aku ada di rumahnya budheku, jadi nggak kira ada yang dengar ._. 
Duuh, mereka trisam aja deh bareng Rin :v

Lalu.

Sudah.

AH.

Hahaha, nggak ada lagiii~
Sepertinya post ini sudah cukup banyak ^^

Oh iya, aku kena seleksi Debate Contest, tapi karena aku nggak bisa debat ya akhirnya gugur hahahahahahahaha. Tapi mulai sekarang kalau ada lomba English lagi aku (kayaknya) bakalan diinget sama gurunya ^^ (amin)

Anyway, ini aku buka Facebook error mulu. Kenapa coba -_- Mozilla-nya jadi not responding terus =_=

Then.

Jaa.

Selesai.

The end.

Fin.

*W*

Labels: B-Day, curcol, english, Free!, japan, Japan Night, Photo Session

こんばんは, みんな~
Well I know it's a copy-paste hiragana but at least I know what its mean -"-
It's 'Konbanwa, minna~' and the title is 'Ashita' means tomorrow. Don't ask about the title because I randomly picked the first Japanese phrase that come into my mind. And it's 'tomorrow'! Ha ha ha, shut up now.

Well, I just read my friend's post a minute ago ^^ I thought it's about me but it's not. It's about someone else... who feels the same feeling as me but I ignored it while that someone didn't. Oh yeah, grammatically error, but feel free to overlook it ^^
しかし, I don't want to talk about it now~

Then, it's about myself (as always lah, it's my blog - -).
No.
I just write some random stuffs here.

Nyah, I was thinking just now, to make a new Facebook account since the old one were connected with my family and I don't want them to know about RivaillexEren! Nah. Shall I make it now? Okay.
Well, first step is make a new e-mail account too...

Tarara~ Done! New Facebook acc : Kuro Shiroi. Just random name, based on Black and White -_- Ha ha ha ha.

Oh, it's late already.

Jaa.

Labels: english, japan, Japan Night, Night, Whatever

So, today is May 27th! Today is Era's 15th birthday! Happy Birthday, Era! Wish you all the best~ ^^
Well, this noon we (Nimas, Haru, Tita, Dita, Friday and me) flushed her with eggs and papers and styrofoam. Ha ha, we asked her to come to a place (we called it 'opium' since it has flowers that look-like Opium) with eyes closed and hand banded. It's quite difficult, but we managed it.
Our present was an Album Book. The pink one. We filled the 3 first pages with our photos and left the rest empty. It's for her, anyway. We didn't want to fill it with our selcas.

Then,
I want to write about my obsession lately.

...

I'm currently watching yaoi/BL/shounen-ai real life movies or short movies, and I'm finding something cute in it. I remember, when a straight movie titled A Crazy Little Thing Called Love were trending on my school, all girl students (and/or boys students who watched it) were crying because of it. Me? Don't ask me. I watched it too, with my friends, but I felt like "it's just a movie, right?" and I didn't cry like other students.
I mean, was it that sad?

Then, just now I watched Takumi-kun 4 - Pure. For you who doesn't know this series and you're not a fujoshi or not interested in boy x boy, don't watch this, hahaha.
Well, I watched this series. The fourth story is about Takumi and Gii's friend love story. I'm really looking forward for the first couple (or so, because they appeared first) because of Baba Ryoma! Gah, he's so cute and kawaii and kakkoi and sugoii on the same time!
Oh, shuddup.
The real reason is because they are more interesting than the second couple. Their story is... Argh I can't explain it with words -_- In short, Kanemitsu Shingyouji was in love with his senior, Arata Misu from the first time they met. But their love story was complicated(??), because Misu always treated Shingyouji like a pet (Sorry, Shingyouji-kun *bow*) and became more complicated because Shingyouji thought that Misu liked his senior, Sagara Takahiro.
Well, this is a normal love triangle story, but something make this feel different. I'm almost crying! You know, crying! When Shingyouji makes that sad-face or dissapointed-face because of Misu, I always like "No way, Misu you're an asshole!" or "What?? Misu, oh, please??" or "Nandemo naiii???? Doushiteee???"

So I'm asking you,
What makes it different?

I'm always loving an angst yaoi/BL/shounen-ai story. But I don't like those kind of movie, like A Crazy Little Thing Called Love, or Perahu Kertas, or another love story movie... My 'girly' friends always reccomended those kind of movie and book... -_-
Sorry but I'm not interested.

Oh, but The Classic is an exception. That movie is... good, just because I like the way they filmed it. It's from Korea~ And that's one of the reason too.

What is exactly the different?
My normal friends may be said "Because it's boy and boy while the mainstream one is boy and girl."
Oh yeah, that's true. Or is it just me, being abnormal and liking boy and boy love story? No, it's not abnormal because there are many fujo-fudanshi(es) out there, our senior, our senpai, our sensei!

Because I'm bored with the mainstream one!

And because the one who plays 'uke' always cute... >////<
(Not always, but most of)

Like Taiki Naito! <3 p="">
And because of the one who plays 'seme' always cool... >////<
(Not always, but most of)

Like Baba Ryota! <3 p="">
Oh, shuddup.

So, the conclusion is....?

Labels: B-Day, curcol, english, japan, Japan Night, Nice

Really, really, this week is the worst -_- I was tweeting something bad about my friend's way of tweeting, indirect tweet ofc, and something happened to my other friend.
And FYI those two problem wasn't related.
I have no money, and I need some money to pay some school stuffs and other important thing, and my friends ask me to join their Cosplay Project which needs money!
I think the only good news for this week is Stella liked one of my picture in my instagram account (_bakafia). I captured her news from local newspaper and tagged her. I wasn't expecting her to like it, but she like it!
Oh and maybe I watched Takumi-kun series and that's making me happy. For awhile.
Oh and stalking Terry Terata make me happy too.

Okay, about my friend's way of tweeting. I really want to write about this but I have no time to open my blog.
She's weird. Really weird. She talked to me in English. Messy grammar, but it's okay since my grammar is also bad. She talked to me in a weird way. She told me that it was an Italian English, but even Korean wasn't that bad! -_- She acted like she CAN speak English fluently, I mean, like a foreigner but her articulation... Really = = Even I could hear my friends who can't speak English fluently (I mean, like a normal student with a so so English) better than I heard her speaking.
And about her way of writing (and tweeting), she typed like this: Hello ma name is Alice n' ppl lyk meh lyk 2 eat sumthin sweet and blah blah blah.
I hate that kind of writing! Wrong grammar? No problem, we're still learning. But typing like that? Seriously, were typing with the right alphabet taking too much time? = =

Okay, stop.

Next problem, I think if you visit my blog regularly, you already read this kind of sentence:

Puh-lease don't talk!

I mean, if you have something that you don't want to share with some particular person, do not talk about it in front of that particular person!

Even if that particular person doesn't care about your problem, even if that particular person ignores it, even that particular person neglects it, please don't talk about it in front of that particular person.

Okay, me.

I don't care, really. If you tell me I will listen to you, if you don't want to tell me, it's okay. Everyone has privacy, right? I can't force you to tell me, it's your right. But just not in front of me! Talk about it somewhere else! Talking secretly, showing something secret, those whispers and gestures, that's driving me crazy! Actually I can slap you right on your face because of that, but you're my friends and I don't hurt my friends.

So PLEASE, I beg to you. I'm not wishing you'll tell me about your problem, but please don't talk about it in front of me.

Thank you.

Labels: Bad Day, broken friendship, End, english, NOT NICE, Whatever

Good night... Tomorrow is Muharram! Happy Islamic New Year, everybody! Hope I get everything I want, including my future High School! Yay!

Seems the atmosphere tonight is good. It doesn't, actually, I'm acting because tomorrow my friends will come and practice for our sport task. Damn my PE teacher, she gives us an embarassed(?) thing.

BTW, I'm listening to Sun Kyu's Shine.

And B1A4's Tried To Walk.

It's great! But too much Baro and Jinyoung on that MV. I need Sandeul! The song is... quite good, I like it. I like the last track, In The Air. No, it's the second-last track. Or whatever lah. I think Baro is the main character for this MV. BTW, why Sandeul never asked to be the main character? Or Gongchan? - -

Wah, this song is great too.

And too many Korean Song on my phone.

I've been busy with 'URIGA WAEEEE' lately, and this song is playing on my playlist maybe for three days. It's Bad Guy from 100%, TOP Media's new boyband. It's Teen Top junior, on debut-stage side (I mean, Teen Top was debut first, before 100%) but it's Teen Top's hyungs on the real life. Haha, it's kind of funny, because Teen Top keep calling them 'hyung' on a reality show 'Teen Top Rising 100% blah blah" I don't know the rest.

 My score!
Omogodness, my score.

Let's not talking about score tonight.

And 'BE MA GIRL, WATCHA BE MA GIRL' also bothering my ears this month. I don't know why, but I think Nimas is poisoning me with her TOPMedia Virus.

I'm not an Angel, for sure, I just like their concepts and I ship NAP too. I'm still part of that Pearlscent Sky Blue Ocean!

BTW, SHINee will comeback at 12 12 12 with 'For 1000 Years, Always Be My Side...'. It's a Japan Single and I think they are busy on their Japan Carrier. SMEnt is focus on EXO this time, and I'M SURE, SHINee's comeback is invented by EMI Music Japan, not SMEnt. WTF with SMEnt.

Omona, my tenses.

 Even Japan is growing in my phone. In my memory card, for more spesific. I downloaded many Kalafina's songs, and realized that their voice were great. K's opening, and Ali Project's Kyomu Densen also playing on my Playlist.

-___-

Oh, I make a new Twitter account. Follow me if you want and I will follback IF you mention me. It's @_bakaFia
I make it because I want to separate my school's friends and my virtual world's friends. I can't cursing on my classmate using this second account, but I can bash them on my first account.

Ho ho ho

Well, I'm going to sleep now. Jaljayo goodnight!

#end#

Labels: B1A4, Baro, CNU, Comeback, english, Gongchan, japan, Jinyoung, Korea, Night, Sandeul, SHINee, Song, Teen Top