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Wednesday , March 27, 2013

If you come, I promise not to ask why you come this time If you come, I promise not to make you stand in front of the door too long If you come, I promise not to ask Whose heart you tossed to get here Because with your step I wake up from a dead faint which I lullaby myself If you come, Please do not leave! I am tired to watch the door

First - Lullaby

I was deafened by a hullabaloo w hich huddle without any hue This first us was   rimless too rigorous we  didn't alter The hubbub of piccolo and guitar was humdrum picturesque imagination We wish to go to a ridge in which a sanatorium burnt our pigheaded No lullaby! it did not, do not, will not

FIVE MINUTES BEFORE TOO LATE

Yogyakarta- “You can ask me about everything terrible that had happened, but I surely do not want to experience it again, and I just want to erase it from my mind!” a girl in about 20 said it loud. She was a friend of mine. We learned together in English Department 2010 Gadjah Mada University. I asked about her shocking experience in the past. Then, she talked about her experience in 2010, during Merapi Eruption. Merapi Mountain October 2010, there was an eruption of the most active volcano mountain in Yogyakarta which named Merapi Mountain. Merapi is an active volcano mountain which erupts periodically, almost every five years. The October 2010 was the most overwhelming eruption. It was because the eruption caused many terrible damages in some places around Merapi, such as Yogyakarta, Magelang, Klaten, and it reached also some cities in East Java and West Java. In order to that, there were many victims from many categorizes of people. One of them is a student of Gadjah Ma

ADMONITION

Hi there! me? *w andering how could it could be* H i , me! N O , NO , i'm not me, my name is .. .. (interupting) you are me! you said it! off course i'm not you, and i'm not me, but i'm myself hey, why are you talking to me? w hy not? w hy you? you're just  -- a paper doll y es I am. and you don't have mouth to speak yes I am and you don't have heart too am I the one who don't have heart? o bviously yes! why you say so? because you are - not living things - but I'm here in front of you, you can hear me, and I am ALIVE ! how can you alive? you are just a paper doll of mine! w hat you say? I am a paper doll w hat was I made from? paper , you think?! what paper made from? p ulp! what pulp made from? wood grain i think and wood grain come from? t rees!!! am I look so stupid??

A POTRAIT OF CULTURE

Malioboro Sign The sun had just appeared heated his cold skin, which wrapped in thin white short-sleeved shirt and a brown jacket. He went down the red ceramic stairs which was very dusty, for some time he stopped correcting his lace of cream sneakers that has become white because frequently washing. He was looking for his motorcycle keys in his pants pocket that smooth, the only part that is smoother than cotton pants he was wearing. Rode his bike to the office he reversed the course, passing 'Plengkung Gading' (Dutch colonial era artificial gate) a big building st ood white as ivory, flanked by walls of rock stairs that hard enough and comfortable to step on. He traveled to a place where he often passed each time from the cool of his hometown to this city where the heat sweltering his whole body. Malioboro, a name which made a trace on his heart. He thought about the past when his grandfather told Malioboro, black and white portrait of the life of the past. '