Hmm... akhirnya LULUS!!!!!!

Balada (Bacotan) Anak Angkatan 63 yang Lulus

SMA 3 LULUS 100%!!!!

Yay!!!

HIDUP PADMANABA!
Rayakan Kelulusan, Siswa SMA 3 Yogya Bagi-Bagi Nasi Bungkus

Dan untuk merayakan kelulusan kita, kita tidak konvoi, oh no... Kita melakukan suatu aksi yaitu makan bakso... eh baksos (alias Bakti Sosial). Nah... taw ga... tadi tu kita cape-cape... panas-panas... jalan nyusurin dari stasion Tugu trus cari tukang becak, tukang ojek, tukang asongan, tukang minta-minta... pokoknya macem2 de... baca aja ndiri. Tapi to... panas-panas gitu ada imbalannya juga kok (walopun emang diajarin untuk memberi tanpa minta imbalan...) Kita dapat melihat ekspresi-ekspresi orang-orang yang tersenyum karena diberi sekotak nasi dari warung Barokah (promosi tempat teman saya).

Nah... Back to topic... Apa ya topicnya?

Udah ah ga mau tak lanjutin... jayuz banget gila.


Tapi kok rasanya ga afdol klo ga dilanjutin...

Singkat crita... Karena banyak banget anak yang nyusurin stasiun tugu... Jadi tu BakSo cuma bentar banget... Sejam deh kurang lebih... tapi ya, tetep aja asik. Banyak kringat, tapi banyak dapat balasan kegembiraan bapak-bapak becak dan mbok-mbok gitu deh...

Sebungkus Nasi Barokah: Rp x000
Ongkos Bensin ke Stasiun: Rpx000
Melihat kegembiraan orang-orang yang merasa terbantu: Priceless

There are some things money can't buy... But for everything else, there is EXPENSE...
Jadi intinya, klo mo mencari suatu barang yang priceless nih, ye... kudu ngeluarin duit dulu yang banyak... Karena banyak yang kluar itu makanya dinamain priceless karena ga teritung biaya yang kluar untuk dapetin barang itu...

Gag penting... dah lanjut...

Hmm...

Dah ah... ga penting...

Hmm..

Btw, gw kebanyakan titik2 ya? Kebiasaan sih.



Btw btw, kenapa orang klo chatting ketawa pasti pake "WKWKWKWKWKWKWKWK" kenapa ga "wkakakakakakaka..." kaan enak dibaca "wakakakakaka..." klo "wkwkwkwkwkwwk" dibaca gimana coba? "Wakwakwakwakwakwak..." Itu kan bukan orang ketawa.


Mari kita sudahi dulu. Btw btw btw... Ini postingan 'blog' gw yang pertama lho... Klo jayuz ato garing, maafkan. (walaopun saya yakin ga ada yang bakal baca kata maaf ini karena ga ada yang baca mpe bawah.)

Hikz... Melasnya dirikuw.

Prolouge to a New Novel

“Geez, that old geezer is taking his time…”

A lone boy sat upon the dock of a harbor that showed very little activity due to the time. The sun was down. Dusk had become night, and the moon displayed itself bright and glamorous in the night’s indigo sky. The boy had been there for hours. He looked down on the rippling waters below him to see his reflection. Despite his baggy eyes caused by lack of sleep, he was healthy and fit; the agile type. He was rather thin for his height, but he was famous for his mischief among the townsfolk. He would often steal fruits from stalls and ran away without being caught. They said that his reflexes were not of the ordinary.

He was waiting for his father; an old, merry merchant that loved the seas as much as his sails. He was told that his father, Lark, had an important business he had to attend to. Aboard the Fortune Savior, Lark set sails for an island that would require 3 days travel. Lark made a promise that he would return at noon on the night when the moon was full, bringing home the boy’s favorite chocolate delights. The twelve year old boy held on to the promise so tight that he cared to wait until nightfall. But nothing came. At last, he dozed off.

…

…

Aroused by a gigantic presence above him, the boy woke up and jumped back. Before him, towering above him was a sculpture he was too familiar with. The combination of metal and wood, combined to unify an image of an angel savoring a gold coin in one hand, his other hand gripping a pouch of what people would suppose it be gold coins. The Fortune Savior loomed above him. But the boy felt something amiss. Except the thudding of the ship’s front to the docks, all was quiet… too quiet… The sails were set, yet there were not a single active presence up there. The world seemed to have turned for the boy. Everything seemed wrong.

The ship’s anchor was suddenly released from its place, making a deafening crash that put the boy back in his wake. He looked around. Strange enough, he was alone. No one was there on the harbor side. Having no hesitation, the boy found the anchor’s rope climbable and was on board before he knew it. It was as if a great battle happened on board the Fortune Savior. Everything was a mess. Barrels were broken, crates were shattered, and even the cannons were out of place. A shiver ran through his spine. No one was there. Who or what navigated this thing then? The anchor fell by itself? And I don’t see dad anywhere…

He decided to check the place he was familiar with; his father’s office and bedroom. It was located up the deck of the ship. The once-sturdy oak wood door apparently collapsed, disengaged from its hinges. Oddly enough, the room was tidy unlike its outer sector. Everything he remembered was in there; his father’s work desk, his bed, scrolls and charts, maps, books, even the ancient Family Tome past on generations to generations. Everything was there except his father, and an odd object that laid by the corner of the room.

Inside the 2 by 4 meters room, there was a body; limp but recognizable by the boy. It was the figure of the second person he would always remember; the Vice-Captain of the Ship, Roger Edwards. The body was breathing, barely breathing. In his right hand, he was clutching a piece of parchment. Without further hesitation, the boy took the parchment and read it. The writing was an utter mess, as if written in the middle of a battle.

“Larke,

Find the Kha’Mus!

Destroy it!

Farewell, my son!

Signed,

Lark VII”

The obscure message confused the boy. His father told him to find something he had no idea of, and bid farewell.

Choices

Choices
A poem of life
~~
Treading upon the plains of life
Through twist and turns of woes
Thinking only to survive
The paths proven a foe
~~
Choices I have been given
Of good, of bad, but none of neither
Time I've stumbled and risen
Times my mind yonder and hither
~~
A proverb once said
By an unexpected wise being
"Risks taken, consequences paid,
As risks are life's seasoning"
~~
Alas! my choices obscure
To seize means to release
Clouding my heart impure
Preventing me from ease
~~
But then, I am enlightened
Clearing the choice once unclear
Fortunately I listened
To speeches by friends so dear
~~
A choice I have found...
A choice I am bound...

WhAttA bAD dAi...

Okay... let's start.

Today. Another perfect day... no tests, no assignments... and a couple free periods. But what happened in the free period?

Damn right, something happened to me, actually something happened to something that belonged to me. Okay... ladies and gent, sit back and enjoy my story... And help yourself to the buffet at the corner there...

A-Level math studies... It all went perfectly. Before that, I was merrily 'studying' (okay, I gotta get that straight... I wasn't merry.) for a biology test tomorrow, laying on a bench. I guess I never realized it then. At lunch, I went to the canteen outside school, and as 
usual, I checked and rechecked my stuff... Wallet (check), N6230 (check), Motorbike key (missing)... WHAT THE F***! I thought I had it several minutes ago... I double, triple, quadruple, penta... whatever checked my pocket and it was not there. I wasn't panicked... Merely, worried. There were no duplicates of it at all.

Ah well... in short, I announced it to other classrooms... I anxiously waited for minutes to pass.
I hoped that someone would recover it. Two o'clock... no news. Two Forty-Five... no news. Alas, my key is lost forever, or so I thought. But not a single nerve of panic overcame me. I knew there where other ways of solution.

Finally:
> redrooster readies his spell
> redrooster casts summon
> Keymaster is summoned
> Keymaster prepares
> Keymaster casts Key Creation
> Keymaster casts Key Replication
> Obtained 2 False Keys

*FFX victory song plays... tetetetet tetet tetetet...*

But I managed to get home...


((Yak, jika ditranslate ke bahasa planet, singkatnya:

Kunci motorku ilang... Bikin baru de...))

The Tale of a Man's Heart- Part One

The Tale of a Man’s Heart- Part One

As I wandered the land, I often met many roads. Each road brings a new story and each story triggers a new beginning. Upon each road, there would be paths that fork ever so often. I’ve took many roads, and uncovered many paths, only to be led astray. Yet now is a different story… and I shall tell you my full account, and keep you, the readers, well informed of my journey. For ending it is nowhere near but merely starting… or in a better word, restarting. This is my story, and I shall tell it in a way that I experienced it.

Before me was a crossroad. I examined it thoroughly and found out each of its destination. One was hazy and unclear, and was uncertain. It was an easy path to take and a short one perhaps. But I did not see a clear prospect at the end. And yet the other was quite the opposite. It wound long… long and beyond the horizon. But from afar, I could spot a glimpse of great beauty and splendor; a forest of many tones and colors, and echoes of paradise vibrated from the path. It was lengthy, and it would be harsh. I was not even certain if I could reach it. But I felt things that brought me there… there was a factor that I never felt that pulled me towards it. Willingly and tempted, I had overcome many troughs, jumped over many ruts, and endured many cold nights upon that road. Alas I felt myself not getting anywhere near, as if the beauty that I once saw crept further with every step I take… I did not know why, but my mind soon though it was futile to continue. The patience that kindled in me was running low on fuel and I had no intention of refueling. I turned back, expecting to find the familiar obstacles in my way. Surprisingly, it was smooth and I reached the crossroad in mere days.

I looked over the other road. Its prospect was becoming clearer, as though the haze that once covered it moved to the other site. I saw light coming, dim it was but still arouses hope. A fool I was to have ignored this path before. Short it was before and obstacles were scarce. But I could not regret what I have chosen for it was completely my doing and have no one to burden the blame upon. I knew the road was treacherous, but I went on. I felt different walking on this road… it was wide and little obstacles were on it. Yet it was different than before as I saw it. It was very smooth and short, with lesser hurdles to jump over. But once again, regret was not an option. As I strolled on the new road, I was captivated by its difference. Many interesting things happened that would keep me walking on. Yet soon my thoughts were disrupted by things that could be of truth. The land might not be vacant, and I was trespassing. That was what I had feared, and the reason my journey paused for the while. I searched for any clues of what could prove my theories. Fortune smiled upon me then… I met a man in the midst of my search. He was waiting there, as if waiting for me. We had a face-to-face talk, a serious talk about what laid ahead. He has not journeyed deeply, but he was certain that this road belonged to no one. A relieve I was when I heard that. But there was other news that he delivered… Someone had come before me. The man gave me things that would be useful for my journey, advices that had enlightened me… and urged me to reach the place before he does. The radiance awaited me yonder…

To be continued…