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TEN Things About New Moon that You Like (and I Don't).

Beware the sparkles, though.

Pagi Hari di Jalan Kompleks

Pagi itu kita berdua berjalan bersama, menyusuri
jalan kompleks yang basah tersiram hujan semalam.
Arloji di tanganmu mati, dua jarumnya bertumpuk jadi satu,
lalu kau mengetuknya, sekali, dua kali, mendekatkannya
ke telingamu, katamu, "Aku masih punya lima menit lagi."
Tanganku mencari tanganmu agar aku bisa mengukir lima menitmu,
tapi mungkin, mungkin punggungmu tidak.

Di ujung jalan pohon angsana merunduk, tua,
sepi, ingin bertanya kepadamu,
"Siapa gerangan yang ada di sampingmu?"

Di belakang anjing kita mengikuti dengan setia.

Cawang, 21 November 2009.

It's part of Abracadabra!, my supposedly second pop novella following Dungeon. Abracadabra! focuses on Adamus-Erian's relationships (whoa! that's me, writing a cheesy teenager romance!), but I still need feedback before deciding to send it to a publisher.

Comments will be snuggled. :3


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Back in my uni year, there's a Culture class that left me with a big impression. My professor, Mrs. Melani Budianta, began the class with this opening:

"What is history? What makes history, history? What constitutes history?"

I think this could be an illustration to an answer.

Today is my last day at the office. I'm saying goodbye to start anew in another place. Mind you, I always believe I'm a person who is always emotionally detached (no kidding) and pretty good at keeping distance from people. My frequently said so-called motto is "what doesn't concern me isn't my concern." I'm not proud of it or the state I am, but it is me and I would never, ever hate myself. However, I am fair. I apologize when I'm at the wrong, and I say thank you when being helped. That's a "when" you see good, not an "if."

And there's always a first time for everything.

My fellow workers were kind, friendly and very supportive. They didn't treat me like a new kid on the blocks, and they didn't give me the eyes when I said I was going to leave. The boss and the management, too, was super nice--and I don't go everyday praising people. You see, I won't say it in flowery way, but to put it simply, they're the kind of co-workers that you would want to be around you. They're not yet my friends, but they definitely are more than strangers. Marlowe once piped up a coined term "friengers." So be it. My ex-fellow workers are the best friengers I've met so far. I realize I've written about them in past tense, but it's only a matter of grammar, not a matter of the heart.

Of course, I'm leaving for a reason that includes my future. Then what is a future? See it this way. My future doesn't just pop up out of nowhere. I may end up a bitter or a better person, but that isn't going to happen in one single day. The me in the future is construted upon the me, me and me I am today. Today's memory is no exception, and that's my history.

And that I could live with.

Dear Love,


Love, you are powerful, mysterious and intense as you are glompable, dorky and silly. You have depth still left unexplored yet and all, and you pretty much shape this world. You are an emotion so powerful, a puzzle so profound, a treasure so often searched for, a journey so often traveled. I admit those all, Love, really I do. But you as well make people go in a little death (French, you know I'm talking about you), go nuts, go irrational, go illogical, go brainmush and go-in-a-go-to-go. So please stop making me do the unimaginable, unthinkable and impossible like falling for married people, hooked people, people who don't even know I exist, people who don't even think twice I more than care for them.

So at least please have decency to be civil to me, thank you.

It's been long since I last wrote, so I'm moot now. And skills? What skills? As if I've ever had one, really. It's untitled, since I'm too lame to find one that is not corny or cheap. :D So yep. Comments and crits are welcome dearly, however.

( It's his birthday. )

All my Gundam SEED/Destiny fics are Athrun/Cagalli unless stated otherwise.

Multichaptered:
- The Owl Policy, and its sequel A Coconut Thrown by a Monkey (AU)
- Counting the Demons

Being Athrun Zala series:
- You and I were Us
- Selfishness
- Faust
- Being Athrun Zala

Parents series:
- No Abraham (Patrick)
- No David (Uzumi, still written)
- No Joseph (Ullen, still written)

One-shot:
- As Red as the Blood that Beethoven Cries (Nicol)
- Fix
- Good Night, Athrun
- Home
- Nocturne
- Not Quite Forgotten or here
- The Child Inside

For the gundam00 fanfic contest.

Title: Allusions, if in Shades of Grey
Rating: PG-15
Warning: none

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Title: Rainy Day
Rating: G
Note: Domesticity. Mild hints of Lockon/Tieria. Even I haven't ever thought I'd write something like this. Oh well.
Warning: Unbetaed

( A hidden base, four Meisters and stupid rain. )

Title: Slipping Through Your Fingers
Rating: PG-15
Teaser: Oh yes, he just could not wait.
Warning: hand fetish
Note: Forget Episode 21. Lockon never gets killed. Tieria never succumbs to his depressed self. That's it, and don't disillusion me, thank you.


( Oh yes, he just couldn't wait. )
Translated into Chinese by Luna here.

I'm in dimwit mode right now.

Title: Follow the Yellow Haro!
Fandom: Gundam 00
Note: My students wonder if they can perform The Wizard of Oz for their lit class. I didn't know how the hell I could give birth to this insane fic. I am doomed. DOOMED.

( Meet Setsuna, Allelujah the Lion, Lockon the Scarecrow and Tieria the Tinman! )

Am still bitter about this supposedly beautiful country.

( I am part of this unholy trinity )

For sasuko and arisuesei, as promised.


( Because I Could Not Stop for Death, Pt. 1 )

Because I'm such a bitter pimp. XD


( Into the Ears of Dangdut )