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Uber: Indonesia lost to China 0-3

Sat, 17 May 2008 14:35:54 GMT

Live from Senayan:

Waktu Piala Asia dulu, SBY dateng nonton. Indonesia kalah 0-1 dari Korea Selatan. Sekarang, waktu Uber, SBY dateng juga. Indonesia kalah lagi. Kali ini dari China, telak pula, langsung 0-3. Dasar... presiden kok bawa sial. Mending dia nggak usah dateng aja sekalian. Ke mana aja sebelum Tim Uber masuk final? Kalah sama Julia Perez atau Agnes Monica yang rajin kongkow di Senayan ngedukung Tim Indonesia.

"Keberatan nama kali, Mbak," kata penonton di sebelah saya.

Saya setuju!

Ah, apalah. Terima kasih, Tim Uber! Terima kasih, Ci Susy! Terima kasih, sesama penonton! Terima kasih, sesama rakyat Indonesia!

And zomg, Greysia, why do you have to run around with that high hat and the Red and White as a cloak? *squees* \(^o^)/

I heard that Sophan Sophiaan passed away in an accident. (My Dad looks just like him, and he was the first old guy I've had an infatuation with.) Requiest in Pace, Sir. Be strong, Widyawati.

hohoho... tag fun!

Fri, 16 May 2008 03:49:45 GMT

Tagged by ravient :>

01. Would you fart inside an elevator?
> Well, do you tell if you do? NO. So even if I do, no telling.

02. What will you do if the person you like doesn't like you back?
> It's a common thing, really.

03. Miss Piggy + Kermit the Frog = OTP???
> Whuuut? Elmo is the best!

04. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?
> Figures.

5. What's your ideal lover like?
> Someone who's more sane than I am.

06. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone else?
> Being loved.

07. If the person you like does not accept you, would you continue to wait for them to change their feelings?
> Depends (ravient, what's with this question???)

08. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?
> I may break his relationship, or I may wish for the best. Depend lah. *is shot*

09. Is there anything that has made you unhappy recently?
> Skripsi kampret.

10. What do you want most in life?
> Not being bothered by anything ~~but that won't be interesting~~.

11. Is being tagged fun?
> Occasionally, yes.

12. If you find out that your best friend is going out with your boyfriend/girlfriend, how would you react?
> Hurl bazooka of cruel calling at them both.

13. Who is currently the most important person to you?
> My mom.

14. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
> Ravi is... my one huge well of amusement and help!

15. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?
> Single to fool around freely and filthy rich.

16. Would you rather be a bum or be a busy person?
>Neither.

17. Would you give your all in a relationship?
> I once thought I would. Now I doubt it.

18. Define LOVE
> I won't ever try to define Love, because Love is just it is. It is as beautiful as it is, and it is as great as it is.

19. Milk chocolate, white chocolate or dark chocolate?
> Milk choco <-- doctor's prescription, because I hate real milk.

20. If you played a prank on someone, and he/she fell for the trick, what would you do?
> Think "You look more idiot than I am now, but because I make you appear that way, at least I will laugh to appreciate you" *is shot*

These eight people must state who they were tagged by.
You cannot tag the person who tagged you.
Continue this game by sending this to eight other people.

Let's see... I tag:
kisame_widi
cerulean88
a1y_puff
access_identity
anoyo
fluffyfledgling <-- I MISS you, dear!
fairiesgonenuts
random_poke_me

Home, I'm comiiiiing tomorrow! After two weeks of hogging friends's, grandma's and sister's place, I'm finally going home. And yes, oh yes, I'll be able to upload the Lamento OST for cerulean88. So sorry for he long wait, ceru-san!

F-list, please upload Akeboshi's Stoned Town minialbum for me, please? I just found out that I don't have it with me in my i-Pod. Thank you in advance! *hugs*

Edit: Bye, Thomas, bye! Taufik, I'm very disappointed.

ZOMG! JakTV's Bandar Jakarta is love!

THANK YOU, UBER TEAM!

Thu, 15 May 2008 14:43:18 GMT

ZOMG! WE'RE GOING TO THE FINAL!

Indonesia 3 - 1 Germany.

And I squee-ed loudly at Greysia Polii because she's so cute!

More and more Saitoh Misaki rambles

Sun, 11 May 2008 18:14:06 GMT

You see, I'm totally enchanted! Saitoh-sensei's art has been getting much prettier as she progress. Her Hijikata is totally a refreshing break from all the grumpy, genius but silent, cruel or indifferent Hijikata in most literatures I've read. And aside from the fact that I'm kinda desperate for October to come, my eyes are really playing tricks on me because everywhere in her manga I saw Lockon, Tieria, Lockon, Tieria, Lockon, Tieria... Well, in honor of Humbert, I'll just say, "Repeat, printer, until the page is full."

Doesn't remind you of ? Let's just say this is the 'come hither' look. *is shot*

This is how ~~smug~~ confident Hijikata looks as Kamo Serizawa challenges him to drink an amount equal of five glass of sake in a shot in defence to Kondo's honor.

Hangover!HIjikata is grumpy :>

And lo! I loled over Saitoh-sensei's Harada Sanosuke:

Sketches on HIjikata and Harada. On Hijikata: "He's slim, lithe shoulders made Hijikata often mistakenly taken as woman when he wore haori or kimono." On Harada: "He's that kind of handsome guy." Hijikata is my most fav Shinsen member, and no, no, no, no I won't ship HIjikata/anyone whatsoever.

And here's Shiba Kentarou from the series Ultra Panic. Geez, I need a break.

Alright. Stop now, pratz, before you get even more delusional.

RL: still in Grandma's house. You see, I think she's just lonely. Of course I won't miss my cousin's wedding next month, but hell. She's been making a big ruckus over it again and again. Grandma, you know I love you and I never missed a family occasion no matter how hellish it was, but come on. This gotta stop. Don't turn all conversation we have to that question of when I'll be getting married myself. Geez.

...I want to go home.

Edit: Naruto 399. Die you, die Sasuke, die, die, die! I hope the guilt make you grovel at Itachi's grave. Itachi, you can't get more magnificent.

Edit: Deep condolences to Reda L. Gaudiamo for the passing of her beloved father.

Wolf's Sanctuary by Saitoh Misaki

Thu, 08 May 2008 05:41:14 GMT

Bought Wolf's Sanctuary (Hinata no Ookami - Shinsengumi Kidan) by Saitoh Misaki (Ultra Panic's mangaka) today and was jinxed! I've always like her style because her lines are so simple yet enchanting. Her Hijikata's is sooooo pretty with Tieria-like bob hair, slim shoulders and inept tolerance for alcohol! I loled at HIjikata's hang over. Kondo looks like a gym instructor, and cheerful!Okita is so lovably teen. I have a small crit concerning the pace of the story, but nevertheless, I'm glad I bought this!

All thanks to the generous shikumo, I've got Utsukushii Hito Drama CD. *jiffy dance* Kamiya Hiroshi, I want to have your babies. XD

Jakartans, say goodbye to Monas's horse cart.

blah!

Sat, 03 May 2008 06:51:57 GMT

Got back home after hogging a friend's dorm room for two days. It's always raining everyday, I see. Umbrella, my dear pretty umbrella, where are you when I need you? It's not funny to be stuck in a train station for two hours, you know. Oh well. I've just found that watching people going here and there were quite amusing. I mean, I could see, read and pretty guessed what they're thinking themselves.

...I'm weird that way, I know.

Anyway...

Name five series that you like but don’t want to read any fanfictions of and the reasons why.

1. One Piece, because I don’t have the heart to. One Piece is the single most enjoyable story of friendship and family I’ve ever read, and I don’t think I think otherwise so soon.
2. Star Wars, not even when Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan/Anakin or Han Solo/Leia are so tempting, no.
3. Sherlock Holmes, I’m serious. I don’t like fanfictions based on detective series, and this is also applied on Meitantei Conan, Tantei Gakuen Q, Kindaichi Shounen no Jikenbo, and even QED.
4. Any Vladimir Nabokov’s writings, because he’s my literary god, period. Give me critics or review on his writings, and I'll go pot and kettle.
5. Shaman King, seriously.

Name five pairings in fanfictions that you don't like and the reasons why.

1. Kira x Cagalli. You see, even from the first episode, they reminds me of Luke and Leia, and at that time I haven't even known that their relationship would be a nod to Luke-Leia's relationships. They make a wonderful team as siblings, and anything but that just doesn't work with me.
2. Al x Ed. Well, yes. Just NO.
3. Clow x Yue. Please keep me away from this. TouyaxYukito/Yue struck me as 'old married couple' from the moment they showed up, and that's it. Aside from the fact that I hate incest, TouyaxYukito/Yue is my first love, thank you.
4. Kira x Flay. Ewww. I don't like her even a bit. Die you, bitch.
5. Pass. *groan*

I so WAAAAANT this drama CD!!! --> Himeyaka na Junjou (ひめやかな殉情), originally by Sakiya Haruhi (原作: 崎谷はるひ). Seiyuu: Miki Shinichirou x Kamiya Hiroshi (三木眞一郎×神谷浩史). Someone, Gichil, Ade, Destin, anyone, wherever you are in that faraway land... please? *puppy eyes*

Oh yes, I want Sir Ian in The Hobbits, even if I has to fight the Tolkien Estate for that. ^^

Coldplay! Coldplay! Coldplay!

Wed, 30 Apr 2008 07:21:47 GMT

Zomg Colplay, you good men, you! Free Violet Hill DL on their website for a week, so hurry grab!

cerulean88, I've got your links. A bazillion thanks! I'll grab them later when I come home, because currently I'm hogging my friend's room in her dorm. And I'll upload that Lamento: The World of Emotion BGM Singles by that time. Hope that's okay for you. :)

nabokovia : Dmitrij is going to publish Laura. In Indonesia, Lolita was released. I just hope that, if it's a translated version, they wouldn't mess with Nab's style. Privately, I don't think I will get a copy of Indonesian!Lolita. Aside from the fact that I love books in their original languages (and that's given me a hard time with Neruda's), I don't really favor Indonesian translations nowadays.

Happy birthday, eternal_asucaga!

[Fic]: Rainy Day

Sat, 26 Apr 2008 12:10:24 GMT

Title: Rainy Day
Author: pratz (_pratz_)
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

Due to the climate change these last four hundreds years, not even a Gundam Meister could ever explain why it was raining so suddenly in a sunny day in a sub-tropical island.

Allelujah left the kitchen just to stop before Lockon’s door—since Lockon’s room was the nearest one to the kitchen. He waited for Lockon to open the door and told him that he needed Lockon to watch over his apple pie. Well, there were only a few things that could surprise Allelujah Haptism, and among those few, this kind of rain put itself down on the list. A minute late and Allelujah would have to redo the laundry, Lockon thought amusedly.

So Lockon smiled and said he would, and Allelujah dashed to the open terrace at the back of their hidden base. Lockon didn’t mind, not even when the tasty aroma of Allelujah’s celebrated apple pie greeted his nose as he reached the kitchen, and his stomach growled, reminding him that he had missed lunch. So with Haro’s tailing chirpily behind him, he watched over Allelujah’s apple pie, looking into the oven, counting the seconds, wondering how many minutes he had to watch the very tempting pie. But Allelujah couldn’t answer his question about that because the rain had grown noisily in fat drops.

A series of footsteps came from the hallway, sounding wet and squelchy. Knowing who it would be, Lockon groaned because he just knew that he would have to mop the floor again later. So he yelled, loud, to Setsuna to take off his goddamn wet socks now.

A quiet ‘Hn’ was heard.

Then Lockon’s imagination supplied him with a very nauseating picture of Setsuna’s carrying his wet socks all the way to his room. His stomach almost revolted at the thought, and he yelled again to Setsuna that he had changed his mind and wanted Setsuna to wear his socks still and that he’d better mop the floor after changing his clothes.

It gained him another soft ‘Hn.’

Five minutes later, Allelujah appeared, his hands full of their daily laundry. He shook his head dejectedly, saying that he had to rinse their laundry again. So Lockon would have to watch over his apple pie for ten more minutes.

Setsuna showed up in the kitchen as Allelujah went to their washing machine. Lockon’s first concern was the floor, and Setsuna nodded once, indicating that he had taken care of it. Wanting to appreciate the boy’s effort, Lockon inclined his head towards the only cupboard in the kitchen. “I’m not capable of making something decent to eat, so why don’t you just make yourself hot coffee? Or hot chocolate, perhaps? I think I still have some left there,” he said.

Setsuna did as he was told. As a mug brandishing the initial of Setsuna’s front name—each of them had one like that—was ready with hot chocolate inside, Allelujah returned to the kitchen. The apple pie was ready, too, all the better for Lockon. Setsuna looked at the pie with mild interest, but he did not refuse as Allelujah pushed a piece towards him.

Lockon hummed low in his throat, licking his fingers off the crumbs. “Heaven.”

Beside him, Setsuna gave an affirmative nod.

Allelujah looked very pleased. “Thank you.”

Pausing along his second piece, Lockon said that he hadn’t guessed that it would rain today. And at this rate, they would have to cancel moving the hangars to the other side of the island. Quietly sipping his chocolate a little, Setsuna said that it was unnecessary because Gundams didn’t rust. But then Lockon countered that he wasn’t up for them getting wet. He was also not up for remoping the floor and adding another laundry for Allelujah to do while all Setsuna’s going to do was sitting at the veranda, staring at the rain and wondering how many years it would take to get Exia rusty.

Setsuna snorted against the brim of his mug but said nothing.

Then there was a sudden, loud bang of the front door’s being slammed against its frame. There was no doubt of who would be the guilty party. Sighing, Lockon ran his fingers though his hair. This time, he would really, really have to re-mop the floor.

The three of them did not have to wait too long for the culprit to show himself as a very drenched and very annoyed Tieria Erde appeared in the kitchen with a trail of wet lines behind him, hair plastered to his face, pink cardigan now dingy, deep red and pants partially covered in sand and dirt.

“Nobody said it’s going to rain today,” he hissed.

“Nobody knew it’s going to rain today,” Lockon replied.

Tieria glared at him. “And why do you look so happy about it, Lockon Stratos?”

He shrugged. “Because, you know, I have to mop the floor again, no thanks to you. And for that, you’ve paid.” He smirked at Tieria’s sight. “I wonder if your dear notebook’s alright.”

Allelujah had to hide a smile as Tieria glared more fiercely, because the glare was so out of place with his being soaked to the very tip of his toes. Tieria hmph-ed loudly and twisted around to leave, his hair failing to flail dramatically behind him, while Lockon mumbled aloud that he needed to be reminded again why he put up with the idea of living under the same roof with Tieria.

“Because you’re a sucker for pretty faces?” Allelujah suggested—and was fully backed up by Haro’s happy chirping of ‘pretty faces, pretty faces, pretty faces.’

Lockon gave Allelujah a look. Nonchalantly, Alellujah stood and walked to the cupboard, preparing a mug of coffee for himself and another for Lockon. Lockon had not been able to counter his remark yet when Tieria reappeared, clothes now clean, a towel slung across his shoulders. Then he announced in that familiar holier-than-thou tone of his that he’s going to sleep and nobody waked him up.

Lockon rolled his eyes. “Yes, my lord.”

“And I’m going to sleep in your room.”

Lockon stood up so suddenly that his chair screeched noisily against the floor. Tieria gave him a no-nonsense glare and said that it was because Lockon’s room was the only one in this stupid base that didn’t face the outside, because he didn’t want to see or hear anything that was related to this stupid rain, and Lockon’d better shut his stupid mouth up.

Setsuna coughed not-so discreetly. “That’s the third time the word ‘stupid’ announce itself blaringly.”

Allelujah looked over his shoulder just to comment, “Setsuna F. Seiei, you’re so unfit to be sarcastic.”

All for a good laugh, Tieria flushed heavily, torn between anger and embarrassment, and without a word, he left in wide steps, trotting his way away. Lockon was still laughing his inside out when Allelujah put a mug with the letter ‘L’ on it in front of him that he even had to cough to even his breathing. Allelujah didn’t put any sugar in Lockon’s coffee, because Lockon was the only one among the crew who drank his coffee simple black—while it was milk for Setsuna’s coffee, two blocks of sugar for Tieria’s and one for his.

Finishing his apple pie, Setsuna rose. Since he had nothing to do, he said, he guessed he would lend Lockon a hand. Lockon frowned, but the boy had already disappeared to the hallway. Then Allelujah said that he still had to dry the laundry, so he excused himself, too.

“And the pie?”

“Well, I believe I made enough for four guys.” Allelujah smiled, his smile this time perfectly mirroring the one belonged to Cinderella’s stepsister.

Lockon sighed. He had nothing to do but that now, he supposed. After all, he wasn’t that dense to not notice the signals given by both Allelujah and Setsuna.

Just as he had thought, Tieria had pulled his blanket up to his chin and had his back to the door. Figures, he noted silently. He put his mug and Tieria’s share of apple pie on the night table and sat on the edge of his bed, trying to find a way to begin a conversation.

But Tieria beat him to that. “What do you want?”

So he answered that Allelujah had made enough pie for them all and Setsuna had said that he would take care of the floor. He shrugged, though Tieria would not see it, saying that he guessed all that’s left for him was to be sorry about Tieria’s notebook. He really was, knowing that the notebook was important to Tieria—and also to their mission. Then he rose, patting the small of Tieria’s back. “There’s coffee, from Allelujah. Two blocks of sugar, right? I believe it’ll be a perfect companion to the apple pie.”

At that, Tieria rolled onto his back, looking at the pie and the mug on the night table. The letter ‘L’ on the mug was looking back at him.

“Lockon.”

He paused before the door. “Hm?”

“...Dinner.”

“Alright, alright.” He laughed softly, noticing the half A hint hesitation and half request in Tieria’s voice. “I’ll wake you up later on.”

The rain continued to fall down.

.-.-.-.

many, many, many... I want money, though

Wed, 23 Apr 2008 03:42:07 GMT

Thank God gundam00 has cerulean88. It's definitely a perfect armed intervention!

Happy birthday, huexmeira!

And this is my personal fst for Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita.

I am mental. I am doomed like doomed. So share a good laugh with me.

1. Guster - Demons
Honesty is easy/Fiction's where genius lies/
Let us toast to Hum's "I only have words to play with." Yeah, brother. Hats off to Nab.

2. Vienna Teng - Daughter
/And you're talking about things, interesting just slightly, and things that matter too much to say any way but lightly/Did you know you're so beautiful on the edge of summer, that years from now I'll cry to remember how very close you were?/Knowing this, will I reach for you?/
Their first meeting. Viena is a goddess, period. There’s no fst of mine without her song. I would like to see her in flesh and I will die a happy person. Daughter has me in for the self-depressed mode.

3. Tom Waits - Little Drop of Poison
/She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall/She always had that little drop of poison/
Because Hum is perfectly aware of what he's doing. Ha very ha.

4. Rufus Wainwright - Rules and Regulations
/These are just the rules and regulations/Of the birds, and the bees/The earth, and the trees/...Yeah, these are just the rules and regulations/And I, like everyone, yes, I, like everyone, must follow them/
Hum, torn between his nympholepsy and his ‘respect’ for children. List down dear Rufus' songs to be conjured up in this fst, and the result would make me resist, resist hard, to put all of his. From One Man Guy to April Fools, they're all highly appropriate. This song wins for the brass section (and its dorky video clip). Well, yeah, just Rufus me.

5. The Police - Don't Stand So Close to Me
/He starts to shake and cough/Just like the old man in that book by Nabokov/
Lo, to Hum. Set before that infamous sofa scene. Mr Summers and co., how I love you so for this song.

6. Martha Wainwright - Lolita
/Momma's not home, we're alone/Let's play house/Come over here sit next to me/I'll be as quiet as a mouse/
Hum, to Lo. Believe me, I tried so hard to avoid using this song, I really did. I mean, come on, it’s drop dead obvious! But then again, what is an fst about Lolita without a song about Lolita? I don't like Prince's—definitely the kick of my personal taste here, and I first thought of putting Santana’s Yaleo or Dream Theatre’s Bolero here. But well, it’s not nepotistic that another Wainwright is present in this fst, because she clearly wins the life! This is what I call the phantasmagoria for the sofa scene.

7. Stabbing Westward - So Far Away
/Desperately I try to fight this overwhelming sense/That I may never find the strength to change how hopeless we've become/We need to find a way to break this silence/We need to find a way to break this silence that's between us/So I scream your name/But every time that I touch you, you feel so far away/
The Enchanted Hunters theme. Doomed, with capital D—yes, it’s the word of the day. Why don't we call it a day and wish each other good night, please? Oh well.

8. Death Cab for Cutie - I Will Follow You into the Dark
/And I held my tongue as she told me, "Son, fear is the heart of love."/So I never went back/
Humbert, to Headmistress Pratt. This amuses me to no end, because, well, after this, Hum officially lets Lo lead him into the dark darker than before. Some DCFC songs are the song, and I was tempted to put this one at the end of my track list, but no, my friend. This has to be the Beardsley School Song theme. Stone me in lala land.

9. Zeke and The Popo - Menu
/On our tails the enemy is catching up/I couldn't drive any faster/Starts a rambling monologue about a girl from unrescued world/So I put a pressure on her wound/Lolita slowly drifting away/
The second trip theme song. The red Convertible is behind them. Quilty is behind them. The devil is licking at their heels. Or perhaps not, really. For it's a hero that Lo is seeing in Quilty and is waiting for. Just leave the Hummyguy anxiously miserable, Lo. I’m not really fond of ZATPP's Janis Joplin-y video clip directed by Anggun Priambodo for Menu, but there's one girl with Death Note’s L's noh mask with her, sitting on a train. Just that, and that’s it. A lonely girl from an unrescued world. Hum’s Lo.

10. Vienna Teng - Drought
/Summer move forward and leave your heat anchored in dust/Forgotten him, cheated him, painted illusions of lust/How language escape, fugitive of forgiveness,/leaving as trace only circles of rust/
After Lo runs away with Quilty from Elphinstone, it’s a drought of loss for Hum.

11. The Murmurs - Shadow
/Forgive me for letting you down in this lifetime, shadow, shadow/But you let go long before my chance to save you/The could've's, the would've's/Too late for answers/I need you now, I miss you now/I'll love you forever/
That one answer of "Because I love him" from Lo is enough to reduce Hum into an unrecognizable lump of pitiable desperado. And it's that when he finds the decision to kill, really kill Quilty. Way to go, Hum.

13. Rungran – d.m.c. (instrumental)
Though it stands for and comes from Devil May Cry, this is the theme song for that fateful fight. The blurring of imageries, of Hum and Quilty, and of imagination and truth, all in all, it’s it. Whew. Forget the old-school and give me your strongest shot, Mr. Bartender.

14. Joydrop - Cocoon
/If I should choose to fall apart, don't you think you should let me?/If I should choose to die alone, you should forgive and forget me/
After killing Quilty, what else did Humbert have left? No Lolita, no will, no nothing.

15. Mash - Thanatos ~ If I Can't Be Yours
/Can't even cry from the pain, can't shed a tear now/I realize we're not the same and it's making me sad/’Cos we can't fulfill our dreams in this life/
Post-Quilty killing and during the writing of his memoir. So very Hum. Numb. Belied of feelings. Lost. Suicidal The most important line of this song, "What am I if I can't be yours", does kill.

16. Queen - Who Wants to Live Forever
/There’s no chance for us/It’s all decided for us/This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us/
And it all must end. It all must, so Hum can have his eternity, so forgive the old man his sin, le fin, good night.

Note to self: post to fst when done dealing with work ^^

I am so going to by 30 Seconds to Mars's CD! The vid for From Yesterday wins for life!

Sun, 20 Apr 2008 17:27:16 GMT

Happy birthday, siegfried_sys and silverstrings!!

gundam00 has a bit of drama going there. No offense to anyone, but why don't we all calm our heads down a bit for now?

Made an fst for Lolita. Geez, my thesis is killing me, I know it.

Wandered around kkm_wolframfans. Lord, I know I'm still resisting to watch KKM Season 3, but-but-but-but... if I fail, then it'll prove that I'm only human. LOL

Happy Kartini's Day for fellow Indonesians.

happy birthday!

Thu, 17 Apr 2008 04:46:57 GMT

Happy Delighted Birthday, access_identity!!!

May your wit and insight never fade, senpai!

[Fic]: 6 Lockon/Tieria ficlets

Wed, 16 Apr 2008 07:16:49 GMT

A mass dumping of Lockon/Tieria ficlets.

Title: Waterloo
Teaser: How I hate it for coming true.

Sumeragi Li Noriega wrote:

None of them fights for humanity. Setsuna fights for the answer to his lifetime question, Allelujah for a reason of existing, Lockon for revenge. The last of the Mohicans, Tieria, fights for nothing, for no one.

Greed is humanity’s very nature, and they too aren’t above that nature.

So it’s only fair that in Lagrange they met their doom, just as my prediction said, and how I hate it for coming true.

.-.-.-.

Title: His Morning Routine
Teaser: The last part of Lockon’s morning routine is most amusing for him.

As carefree as he appears, Lockon Stratos has morning routine.

He will wake up at six, Haro’s sharp shrill of “Wakie! Wakie! Wakie!” beside him, and throw his blanket onto the floor. Later he will pick it up without folding it first and put it back on the bed. Then he will wash his face and brush his teeth. He will shave next, because if there’s one thing Lockon dislikes, it’s showing himself with stubbles on his face, and after that, he uses the aftershave whose brand he promotes to Allelujah. A change of shirt and vest comes afterward, and Haro will remind him of his gloves.

The last part of Lockon’s morning routine is the most amusing for him. He will knock on the door next to his room, listens quietly for a response and if there’s no response, he will knock again and singsong, “Rise and shine, Tieria! Shall this prince wake you up with a kiss?”

And he will wait until there is a loud voice of a pillow’s being thrown against the door before heading to the cafeteria for breakfast, smiling all the way.

.-.-.-.

Title: Postmodern Prometheus
Teaser: Then Lockon Statos comes to hand him the fire.

The greatest figure suffering for humanity is Prometheus, says a philosopher, for he braces the wrath of gods for humanity’s sake.

For Tieria Erde, son of Veda, there’s nothing more important than the realization of Veda’s will. His own comes after that. If it puts him in the ivory tower of inhumanity, so be it. If it is his dark age, so be it. He does not need enlightenment.

Then Lockon Statos comes to hand him the fire, and for that, Lockon Stratos pays.

And Tieria knows that it is not the dark that he fears. It is freedom indeed that he fears, for it is in his liberation he learns the meaning of loneliness.

.-.-.-.

Title: To Learn
Teaser: Among all the things Tieria learns, Lockon teaches him sadness

Lockon doesn’t teach him how to shave. He knows how to carefully drag the electronic razor on his skin, paying attention so it won’t leave scars, applying aftershave of the same brand like Lockon’s. But he learns all of that on his own.

Lockon doesn’t teach him how to fit his clothes. He still favors the two-size bigger pink cardigan over his shirt and a silly pair of eyeglasses that makes him look nerdy. He chooses all of that on his own.

Lockon doesn’t teach him how to aim and shoot. Though Dynames has better accuracy when it comes to precise shooting, Virtue, too, is designed to be as effective in long-range fight.

Lockon doesn’t teach him how to forgive. He only compromises Setsuna, and Tieria is sure that if that very subject is brought up again, those two will likely fight nail and tooth. When he apologizes, Lockon brushes it off by saying that it’s human to make mistakes. He neither accepts nor rejects his apology. A degree lesser than forgiveness, cooperation is the name.

Yet among all the things Tieria learns, Lockon teaches him sadness.

.-.-.-.

Title: God is Not Here Today
Teaser: "God is not here Today," Setsuna says. "Nor he was back then."

His shadow is life, his shadow is death;
Who is He to whom we shall offer our sacrifice?
(a quote from the Veda, as put by John Steinbeck in To a God Unknown)

.-.-.-.

Two months after the doom in Lagrange, Setsuna appears in his door. He doesn’t bother to ask how Setsuna can find his address, and he doesn’t bother to know what business Setsuna has here with him. They both are still Gundamless, the humiliation and scars from their last battle still too vivid in their mind. There was no mission whatsoever, and the world is still going on the direction where there is no place for Celestial Being.

Setsuna tells him about Allelujah and how he copes to deal with Hallelujah’s being missing, about Sumeragi who still cannot let go of her booze addiction, about Feldt who lives for Lockon’s share.

Setsuna, as indifferent as he may seem, notices a hitch of breath, a miniscule of twitch near a corner of his mouth at the name. But still, he must have the nerve to bring the question Tieria despises the most into words.

“Do you still hate Lockon?”

He hates Lockon Stratos like he never hates anyone before. He hates the late man for all the things he has and has not done. That he knows—and he knows that Setsuna knows, too.

Setsuna grunts softly, though meaning no offense. “But you never love anyone else.”

He has no obligation to reply, so he doesn’t.

“Has Veda—”

“Veda is gone,” he cuts sharply.

Setsuna closes his eyes. “Of course.”

As so sudden, his cell-phone blinks to announce a coming email. From Veda. The bastard tells him the detail of the plan for Celestial Being’s move post-Lagrange.

“From Veda?”

A hiss is his only answer.

Setsuna rises from his chair. “God is not here today, Tieria Erde,” he says. “Nor he was back then.”

Setsuna is right, but somehow, they all are still dancing on Veda’s palm. So he says nothing again.

As the door closes, he looks at the lonely cell-phone on the table. Damn Veda and its plan. If Allelujah can live without his other, so can he. The plan is still going, he knows, and though he is not against it, he will not let himself be measured by the plan. It is he who will measure the plan.

“I will break you,” he says. “I will.”

He will, he really will, even if it will break him too in the process.

.-.-.-.

Notes: the title is a phrase taken from the movie Exorcism: The Beginning.

Title: Slipping Through Your Fingers
Teaser: Oh yes, he just could not wait.
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.

‘Tieria’ and ‘cooking’ really should not sit in one congruent sentence just as ‘Setsuna’ and ‘God’ should not.

“This is impossible!”

Lockon winced as the shaker hit the bottom of the large bowl loudly, making melt chocolate splash everywhere. Some landed on Tieria’s left cheek, just an inch below the rim of his glasses, and some landed on his fingers.

Allelujah, always the pacifier between them when things went skewed as Lockon stood on the most extreme polar of having fun and Tieria on being very strict to the bone, only shrugged. “I don’t think this is the right time to,” he coughed, “have some fun just as you said before, Lockon.”

Lockon laughed weakly at that, and it won him a Tieria Erde’s patented glare.

“I’ve told you it’s impossible,” Tieria scowled. “And you, Lockon Stratos, are impossible.”

“Hey, what’s wrong with enjoying a little spare time?”

“Of course it is when even the first was blown up!”

“Well, now that we have a second chance, why don’t we try again?”

“Yes, try is definitely the magic word.”

Setsuna took off his apron, bored as ever. “I’m leaving.” It was obvious that he did not want to be trapped in a fuss between an all too eager cook-wannabe and an uptight, self-proclaimed stoic.

Allelujah, too, decided to leave the mystery of cooking to the hands of two toddlers in the world of cooking. “If it so,” he clasped Lockon’s shoulder and Tieria’s arm, “please just let me know when it’s time to bake.”

Tieria glared at him. “Go run away, you coward.”

Allelujah took no offense and smiled. “Good luck.”

Lockon watched amusedly at Tieria’s antic. Well, a dog’s bark was always louder when its bite was less painful. He just could not help smiling at the way Tieria hiss, glare, scowl and glare some more. “Hey,” he began, taking two steps closer to the smaller pilot, “you know, glowering at the chocolate won’t turn it into cakes.”

“You and your cakes can go to hell for all I care.”

He took the hand that was smeared by the chocolate concoction. “You have beautiful hand.” Tieria immediately elbowed him in the ribs, not hard enough to force him away, though. He grinned. “Someday you’ll be the death of me, I swear.”

Something in Tieria’s eyes flickered and dimmed for a moment. Lockon watched closely as Tieria swallowed, the small bump of his Adam’s apple moving up and down with the move. “Don’t say that.”

His grin softened into a gentle smile. With his free hand, he swept some of the hair falling onto Tieria’s face and slipped it behind his ear.

“Don’t touch me.”

“And what ‘don’t’ will be next?”

“Don’t,” Tieria swallowed again but did not continue. Then he noticed the good-humored sparks in Lockon eyes. And he scowled. “You’re really a bad influence.”

“On you?”

“On everyone.”

He laughed softly, still not letting go of Tieria’s hand. “That I could bear with.” He brought the hand up to his face, nuzzling the back of said hand with his nose. Tieria gave an effort to pull his hand back, but Lockon was having none of it.

“Let me go.”

“Never.” He looked up through the curtain of fallen hair, and he was glad to find Tieria flinch even a bit as he found how possessive Lockon Stratos could be. Well, maybe not exactly possessive, he thought. The word ‘determined’ will suffice for now, perhaps.

Yeah. Determined.

“Are you flirting with me?”

He closed his eyes, concentrating on the hand near his lips. “You could put it that way.”

“Bastard.” But it wasn’t wrath that laced the small whisper.

“Uh-huh.” He was sure that Tieria would never understand how beautiful he was. But then again, beauty was forever in the eyes of the beholder, wasn’t it? Only he could understand Tieria’s beauty, and only to him Tieria would submit his beauty. He would make sure of it, determined or not, possessive or not.

He brought Tieria’s hand to his lips, peppering kisses on each knuckle, dragging his tongue over the back of his hand. Tieria tasted so good. No pilot, much less a Gundam Meister, should taste this good. The chocolate had been slipping through Tieria’s fingers, drying and coating. Such a stain. The tip of his tongue met the joint between fingers and the corners of neatly clipped nails. His palate was greeted by a combination of the dark taste of the chocolate and Tieria’s own taste. Then a finger was in his mouth, then two. Good for Tieria, better for him. Lord, he had never felt headier than he was right now. He would memorize this, the lines of his hand, the map of soft tissues and almost invisible callouses Tieria gained from piloting, the outline of each finger. A little spot here to lick, a little spot there to suckle. Beautiful. Perfect. His. His. His.

His ears concentrated to every small noise escaping Tieria’s lips, be it a quiet groan, hitched breath or suppressed moan, and perhaps it was some kind of manly pride that made him proud, knowing that he was responsible for it all.

Then...

“Ahem.”

He was sure Tieria would hit his head on the roof if only he had not kept his hold on the smaller pilot.

On the doorway, Sumeragi tried to hide a knowing smile—to no avail. “As happy as I really am to know that you both enjoying yourselves,” she said, “I believe it’s time to go back to the Ptolemaios.” She turned to leave. “You have half an hour to prepare yourselves.”

And through out the whole embarrassing scene of getting caught, though they had not done anything so scandalously obscene, he still did not let go of Tieria.

“What an untimely interruption.” He relapsed into a small grin.

Tieria pulled his hand from Lockon’s grip, wiping the smear of chocolate on his cheek. “You’re such a hustler.”

“Oh, is that a complaint?” What he did not expect was for Tieria to yank him forward by grabbing the front of his shirt. “Uh—yes?”

“A good Gundam Meister starts everything properly, Lockon Stratos,” Tieria said. “And a great Gundam Meister finishes what he starts.”

And it sounded so good he couldn’t help laughing. If Tieria’s prior self-doubt surprised everyone among the crew, then this definitely delighted him to no end. Lord, he could not wait to see more. And to have more, his mind supplied. Of course.

“So,” he eyed the bowl of chocolate concoction, “how about cooking?”

“Oh?” There must be something glinting behind that sweep of dark eyelashes across smooth cheeks. “We’re in cooking term now?”

Oh yes, he just could not wait.

.-.-.-.

All written with Death Cab for Cutie's I Will Follow You into the Dark playing over and over in the background. All grammatical mistakes belong to me, of course.

Enjoy.

[fic]: Follow the Yellow Haro!

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 06:59:12 GMT

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.

Once upon a time in a not-so strange land of gigantic mechas, some of them piloted by brainless pilots and some of them not, there are four travelers on a road not taken by anyone before.

The story begins when a typical homesick sugar boy, whose only remembrance of home was a rusty riffle and who calls himself Setsuna instead of using his real name that sounds like an Iranian actor’s name, strands himself in the strange land. Bewildered and disoriented in his first straying, he meets Marina the Purple, the Witch of East, who tells him to find Graham the Blue, the mightiest wizard in the land, and ask him for a help to escape this magical world.

“And in your journey,” she says, “you will have three companions. Keep them close to you, treasure them, and if you’re thinking of some kind of foursome, don’t forget to let me know.”

So Setsuna leaves the witch, muttering something about a daydreaming closet fangirl, and begins his journey to find Graham the Blue.

The first companion he finds is a nerveless lion, whose compassion even for enemies exceeds his will to live that he splits himself into two personalities to bear the guilt—all the better for fangirls. He calls himself Allelujah, but in case his other appears, he is Hallelujah.

“Why did you do that? Having split personalities, I mean,” Setsuna asks.

“Because I’m afraid of tainting my hands with blood,” answers Allelujah the Lion.

Setsuna snickers. “I think mercy only fits a genteel blonde in pink shirt and vest I once happened to come across.”

Allelujah the Lion laughs good-humoredly. “Well, this is the land where the sun rises. Everything can happen, so don’t mind it.”

The second companion Setsuna finds is a brainless scarecrow, who concedes to nothing but pretty boys—especially pretty boys with old-school bob-cut hair and in pink, frilly cardigan—that he once challenges a giant brainwashing monster with only a single riffle. In their first meeting, the friendly tinman, who goes with the codename Lockon, offers Setsuna a glass of milk and Allelujah the Lion coffee.

Setsuna stares disinterestedly at his glass of milk. “Do I have to drink this?”

“It’s only polite if we take what’s served, Setsuna,” Allelujah the Lion says.

“Or you may want to have something else to drink, perhaps?” Lockon the Scarecrow licks his lips coyly.

“Lewd.” Allelujah the Lion wrinkles his nose. “Lust is one of the Seven Sins, you know.”

“Well, at least I fuck others, not my own head.”

“Don’t mind it.”

Dearly dear Setsuna wonders what on earth he has done to be stranded in this land—except killing his own parents, of course.

So the three of them go to find Graham the Blue, but at first, they need to find the last wheel. And Lord have mercy on them, they find him, a tinman, who has an arsenal of handguns instead of an axe with him. He looks deadly, Setsuna thinks, and soon he knows that the tinman is deadly.

“Geez, what’s with you?” Lockon the Scarecrow grumbles after he is almost snipped. “Don’t be so heartless!”

The tinman, who calls himself Tieria, gives him the finger. “I am heartless, you doofus.”

“But not loveless, aren’t you? Have a little mercy on us.”

“It’s nothing but an old story when catboys roamed the land,” Tieria the Tinman throws back and launches several medium-sized missiles to the three self-proclaimed troubadours.

“God knows what more he stores inside that tin body of his,” Allelujah the Lion says.

“Did you say thin?”

“Tin, my friend. Mind the phonology class, please.”

“Oh, good then. He’s not thin for me; he’s sexy.”

And it is only luck that Lockon the Scarecrow manages to escape the bazooka launched by the furious Tieria the Tinman.

Thanks to Allelujah the Lion’s persuasion, Tieria the Tinman somehow is pacified and agrees to go with them in the journey. But no thanks to Tieria the Tinman’s cynicism, the jolly mood among them drops down colder than the metal of expensive Gundam mechas.

“Well, if his tongue’s that sharp, I wonder what else he can do with his tongue,” Lockon the Scarecrow scowls a bit louder than he intends.

“Want to try?” Tieria the Tinman challenges defiantly. “And let that brainless head of yours know that I’m not a robot, not weapon storage, not a bazooka on feet, but a tinman.”

“I beg to differ. You’re just as same as us. But if you insist to try... it’s not really my place to disagree.”

“Gentlemen, we have young audiences, please,” Allelujah the Lion interrupts sharply.

“Well, that’s what bushes are for, isn’t it?”

Both Setsuna, who schools himself not to be traumatized, and Allelujah roll their eyes.

After a long, tiring journey, they finally find the house that belongs to Graham the Blue. The wizard himself comes out to meet them, accompanied by his trusted right hand, a long-haired wizard.

Setsuna steps forward to ask. “First question: this is the land of Oz, isn’t this?”

Graham the Blue rolls his eyes. “No, you dolt. Don’t you watch the news like Marina the Purple? OZ has long gone with Treize the White’s death. This is now the land of Union.”

“Uh—right.” Lockon the Scarecrow swallows. He eyes the wizard next to Graham the Blue. “And this is?”

The wizard bows and lifts the edge of his robe a little. “Billy the Brown at your service, gentlemen.”

Tiera the Tinman snorts not-so secretly. “And here I thought I’m the only one you’re interested in.”

Lockon the Scarecrow slings an arm around Tieria the Tinman’s shoulders easily. “Worry not, gorgeous. You still have my eyes on you.”

Graham the Blue rubs his chin. “If I may counsel you, Lockon the Scarecrow, a joke about eyes isn’t as harmless as it’s seen.”

Setsuna coughs loud enough to gain their attention back. “So? Any way for me to go home, please? Or at least something to able me to be a Gundam here?”

Graham the Blue mutters something about a red thread of destiny under his breath before answers, “Well, there’s a road that leads to your home. The problem is only Haro knows where the road is, and only Haro is able to guide you on that road.”

“Who is Haro?”

“Well, you could say Haro is a bastard child of Tinkerbell and Chobit.”

Setsuna’s face twists in mild disgust. “I didn’t know they’re lesbian.”

“There’s more for you to know, Setsuna,” Billy the Brown tries to ease Setsuna’s worry. “You still haven’t found all answers to all your questions, have you? That’s why you’re sent here. You’re here to find the way, to find the answers. It's your mission.”

“Please,” Allelujah the Lion cuts in. “Is that the answer of this world?”

Both Graham the Blue and Billy the Brown only smile.

It is decided that they will spend the night in Graham the Blue’s house. Lockon the Scarecrow is the quickest to agree—no wonder, regarding the fact that he already has his hands on very strategic parts of Tieria the Tinman’s anatomy. No one has even a little doubt in mind when the two of them excuse themselves for the night much, much earlier. Allelujah the Lion is half embarrassed and half mortified to witness such scene. Or, perhaps, as Billy the Brown suspects, Allelujah the Lion already has something planned in his minds—yes, plural.

“And it all comes to this,” Setsuna says to himself as he lies on his bed that night. “Mission is still incomplete.”

.-.-.-.

[poem]: The Unholy Trinity of Indonesia, Indifference and I

Thu, 10 Apr 2008 05:30:04 GMT

The Unholy Trinity of Indonesia, Indifference and I

There is something going on when your representative body make a fuss over a song, a song that get you cornered, naked, revealed to split-second of numb shame. There is something going on when your few old men are on the top, your ministers preach and daydream, your politicians eat shit. There is something going on when your almighty censorship make us your children limited from, cut down from, estranged from what we deserve to know. There is something going on when planes crash and lost, ships sink, trains wreck. There is something going on when there is a mud pit of greed, apathy, distance and we all climb a little higher just to fall a little faster. There is something going on when avian influenza, malnutrition, tropical diseases are sweeping us your children down, wild, free, uncontrolled. There is something going on when we kill, spit blood, condemn with God on our side, His Holy Verses on our hand, and His Holy Name on our tongue. There is something going on when TV shows and radio programs and newspapers lie, cover, falsify, beautify. There is something going on when your land and sea give naught but hunger and anger. There is something going on when we all walk this endless, cold, forlorn journey to the night. There is, Indonesia, there is, there is!

Too long I have sat in my corner, Indonesia, because you give me nothing, say nothing, let me do nothing. Too long I have put you deep in the corner of my heart, you of the gentle smile and even gentler eyes I don’t know anymore. Too long I have covered my ears from your voice, voice of the myriads of thoughts, paths, colors. Too long I have lost you and now we are mere strangers in the shell of lovers.

And I am to do nothing, Indonesia, because you don’t let me do anything. And I watch you suffer, tremble, struggle to pull yourself together. And I choose to not choose, to not vote, to not hope. And I am a butterfly who dreams, a deer who listens, a dog who accompanies. And I ask myself if you are my home, because home is a place to return to. And I am alone and lonely.

I am part of this frustrated generation. I am part of this generation, my mind befuddled, my stand lost in space. I am part of this generation, left with no escape, no way out, no return. I am part of this generation, forced to sit in the corner, teeth gritted, fist tightened. I am part of this generation, forced to not remember though can’t forget.

I am part of this unholy trinity.

RL: I'm a skripper turning into a daytripper. I'm in a journey. I bought a bicycle last night. I am going, my friend!

WTF?!

Wed, 09 Apr 2008 10:41:38 GMT

Indonesians, say goodbye to youtube.

*was it only me? is there anyone out there having problem with connecting youtube? because my connections can't even view a glimpse of youtube at all*

access_identity-senpai, you're right. The Harmoko Time is Back. In Full Glory. Magnificently. WTF.

...This is a nation to pity.

[fic]: Being Athrun Zala, Chapter 11

Tue, 08 Apr 2008 06:59:58 GMT

Updated Being Athrun Zala at fanfiction.net, now on chapter 11, here. And I so love fluffyfledgling.

Snatched this from amamiyarin-sempai. Well, it's only in Indonesia you can find anomaly like this. LIke there's nothing more important to take care of, really.

I want to sketch, anything. *sighs*

[fic]: Naruneji 1sentence set

Tue, 01 Apr 2008 09:53:59 GMT

Have just finished my Naruneji set for 1sentence, posted here.

Bear Hug!

Fri, 28 Mar 2008 04:37:56 GMT

I Give a Bear Hug to ravient! \(^o^)/