Demigods, Magicians, Realitants

Here's a little insomniac treat for you, darlings. A repackage of Indonesian myth, Roro Jonggrang. Originally made for an assignment. Enjoy. >>>>><<<<< Humans’ lives are full of prejudice. Fear. Expectation. Rule. Myth. Stories are being passed on from generation to generation. And whatever stories you are told, all you must do is receive, believe, and pass on. But have you ever wonder if all the stories you are told is true? Because humans are full of flaws, and the telling of obscure lies, is one of them. >>>  The raven haired lady set down her quill and carefully rolled up the papers. Mournfully, she looked outside her windows while gently stroking the red pendant on her neck. “It is time,” she murmured. She took off her pendant, a dagger, and put it together with the papers inside a box. Then she stood up, and left. >>>  “Commander, our troops are already in standby.” “How’s the condition i...

Hello, darlings! Two months already? Whew, time does fly! I'm planning to have a real post in a few days, but in Bahasa. And that one won't be meaningless, promise. It's not even a crack and it has some valuable lessons.  Well, I do grow up, don't I? Anyway, here's a little meaningless post simply because I'm being my insomniac self. -What happens when a tab (that isn't even mine) with a drawing app installed is in front of me and I've nothing to do-  

A small sneak-peek of my fic centered on Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle's KuroganeXFai. I might or might not post the real fic in this blog, but I warn you, if I do, it will be a very long  fic with the speed updates of a snail. Hope you enjoy, darlings. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I had a twin, you know, in the womb. Our healer saw him. We should’ve been identical. But my kind mother is never one with much strength.  The womb couldn’t feed the two of us and keep us alive. One of us should give up his ransom or we both will die. I kept feed on my ransom and let my twin died. Don’t you see, Kurogane?  I’m a monster, even before I was born. I often wondered, if he still alive, what would he be like? Probably a picture of another me. Would we be close? Would we be similar? Would we be inseparable?  Would we hate each other’s guts? Would he have my name? Would he have my magic? Would h...

There was once a girl. An ordinary girl. With an ordinary life, living with an ordinary family in an ordinary house. She was not the prettiest, nor the cleverest, nor the richest. But there is something extraordinary about her, something unheard before, something an ordinary girl should never had. For ever since she can remember, she believes she has been carrying a curse. May you live your life as people around you live, May you make bonds as people around you make, May you grow and learn as do people around you, May you speak and be heard as do people around you. But until the end, never shall you speak truth of your heart, Until the end, never shall you speak of things in the deep of your desires, Until the end, shall you choke upon the words of your true feelings, Until the end, forever shall your tongue be tied.

Liar, they said. Deceiver, they said. Untrue, they said Two-faced, they said. I was contemplating. Am I? Do I? But I do not lie. I was merely creating alternatives from a hint of truth. I do not deceive. I was merely subtly indicating of things that may or may not be. I am not untrue. I was merely not letting out all the truth to deluded minds. I am not a two-faced. I was merely relieving my contradicting self. Will you scorn me for that? Will you scorn me for lending a better reality to sooth frightened hearts? Will you scorn me for not blatantly speak of what I am not certain? Will you scorn me for holding the truth to minds who would only repel it? Will you scorn me for embracing two contradicting poles, even if both are the true me? If it is so, then perhaps I am true to all your sayings. Or perhaps, it is you who are too blind to see.

Oke, jadi ini adalah posting selingan, cerita sehari hari penulis yang salah seorang temannya request untuk dituliskan. Karakter karakter dalam cerita ini sepenuhnya nyata. Jika ada kesamaan nama/tokoh/lokasi maupun yang lainnya... then it's all hitsuzen! Because universe is rarely so lazy.  ~~*~~ Malam hari sekitar sepekan yang lalu, aku, ibuku, dan dua adikku (Nurul & Ihsan), berkelana ke sebuah toko stationery  langganan kami di Perumnas III, relatif dekat dari rumahku di Cerewed. Kami mengendarai 2 motor. Di satu motor ada aku dan Nurul, sedang di motor lainnya ibuku dan Ihsan. Aku dan Nurul berangkat belakangan, karena ibuku dan Ihsan isi bensin lebih dulu. Singkat cerita, saat aku dan Nurul tiba di toko, sepasang anggota keluarga kami itu belum tiba. Alhasil, kami berdua keliling keliling sambil melihat lihat berbagai jualan toko tersebut lebih dahulu. Tak berapa lama, ibu datang menghampiri kami dengan senyum yang, kalau dipikir pikir sekarang, sedikit kak...

So, I'll be facing the uni exam in 2 days --wait, make that one. It's 12.54 am already-- Aand I still have the chance to post a sneak peek in style. 'Cause I'm just badass that way. Anyway, this sneak peek is official from our dearest, sassiest, most graceful, the one and only uncle Rick's tumblr, who has grant us the opportunity to take a peek at his latest wondrous creation, Percy Jackson's Greek Goods. WHOOOP! *currentlydoingsomersault* Ehm, so I was saying? Oh yeah, sneak peek. What can be more bombastic than having PJGG's sneak peek! Well, I hope you're prepared to be blown because... it's not the only sneak peek! HO HO HO. This time The Ridiculously Righteous Richard Russel Riordan will be conspiring with..two... three.... no, SIX author under Disney publisher... I know. Definitely Mega-Awesome.  Anywaay, since this post is about a sneak peek, I'll take a pity on you and stop my ramblings... Oh, and just an advice... yo...