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A 67-year-old GRANNY stands on the sidewalk trying to cross the street. The traffic is normal, but she has no guts to walk across.
There's a bench in other side of the sidewalk where a little kid sits on and plays with himself. No one knows what he is playing but himself.

Granny murmurs and curses for nobody cares.

GRANNY

"What a bloody hell street!" [taking a deep breath] "Oh why didn't anybody help this old woman?"

In desperation, she looks up everywhere and finally her eyes are glued to someone sitting on a bench. Overwhelmed, she moves toward the kid.

GRANNY finally reaches the kid. She touches the kid's back and holds her breath.

GRANNY

"Excuse me, Lil' Kid, would you do me a favor?"

KID

"O..." [looking at GRANNY with no expression]

GRANNY

"Lil' Kid, would you?"

KID

"What? You haven't say that?"

GRANNY

"Say what? Can you show a lil' respect to an older person?"

KID

"B-but you need to say: Please, as simple as, PUHLEEAAASE"

GRANNY

"Well" [taking a deep breath] "Alright. Would you do me a favor, please?"

KID

"Y-yeah, what can I do?"

GRANNY

"Please help me to cross the street, will you?"

KID

"Crossing the feet? Like this?" [crossing his feet, giving example]

GRANNY

"Oh Nooooooooo. I need to walk across the street. To that direction" [pointing across the street]

KID

"Oh I see. You want me to talk across the street. To that man's direction? alright." [facing the pointed direction, then shouting] "Helloooo, Mr. over there!"

GRANNY

"No. No. No." [imitating the crossing behavior by her fingers] "Crossing the street, like this!"

KID

"Oh, I see. B-but, mmmmmm"

GRANNY

"What?"

KID

"M-my keeper prohibits me to cross the street; it's too dangerous"

GRANNY

"Oh bloody God! Why didn't you tell me from the beginning?" [sighing] "I only waste my time!"

KID

"P-pardon me. Ben never mean to do that"

GRANNY

"You're such a cocky little twat, Ben!" [getting mad] "You're making a mess with an old woman, you'll be burned in hell"

KID
"..."

GRANNY

"Wait. Ben. Ben?" [accidentally looking at the kid's name tag] "Benjamin?"

KID

"Yes?"

GRANNY

"Are you Benjamin Button?" [her angry face turning to a glad face as if she finds something that has been gone for a long time] "Benjamin Button?"

KID

"I am. Who are you? Are you Daisy? Daisy Fuller?"

GRANNY

"Oh, I've been looking for you the whole time. I miss you, Benjamin." [holding the kid on her chest] "Is it the fate who finds us again? Oh Benjamin. I've been missing you the whole time, Darling."

KID

"Oh, I miss you too, Daisy Darling."

Both of them holding each other tight for a moment. Very intense. Love is inside their holding on.

Suddenly, THE KID releases their holding on and moves away.

KID

"E-eh, Who the hell is Benjamin Button anyway?"

A NAME. WHAT'S IT TO YA? WHAT'S IT TO ME?

"Yah, there's a name in my life I can't ne'er forget," a drunkard murmured to a bartender, "Yes, a name."
The bartender poured some rum to that pathetic man's glass, while the drunkard continued, "A name. You see? Your life is about that name. You can't ne'er find anything but about that name. What's this?" He drank.
"That name. Hey man, tell me," said the drunkard to the bartender, "What's it to ya? What's that name to yer life?" he seemed dissatisfied, "What's it to me? They're gone. Gone astray"
The fucked up bartender then asked, "Well Sir, may I know the name?"
The drunkard laughed, loading himself with disdain, then he took a bottle.
"Empress"

The drunkard became a cold red wasted body then.

A Short Short Story

Well, I woke up in a morning and I found myself the only person who uses no BlackBerry. I went outside. Coincidentally, i saw a huge tidal waves swept the ground from the very shore heading to me. I screamed but nobody listen; I screamed again but everyone's louder on their mind. Til now, that tidal waves still encompass us, and still nobody realizes.

LOVEISASELFISHTHING #2

you are the lights that every eye needs when the darkness prevails and endless shut approaches

you are the water of the ocean that encompassed me as an iceberg without let it melt with the sun

you are not Juliet who prefers to die for Romeo, but you're running away with Balthazar the messenger

you are not those heart stitched to one thing, yours is big enough for two

you are the page of my bible that says things to condolence me

you are the one who can make me feel like Lazarus waking up from my endless sleep called dead

you'd rather steal an apple from Eden than let me dying of emptiness beyond

you erect my cross and nail me to the everybody's crucifix forever and put it right away

you wash my face with olive like i were dead in catasthrophe of you

you burn every one's eyes and pretend to not know me but you do, you do not know me

you are the orchid with web of the spiders tie you down and i can't do anything

you painted me on the 'maddona of the rocks' and you promised me like Mary promised to Elizabeth

you open my eyes that i'd better off dead than dreaming all over

HIGH AND DRY

/haɪ ən draɪ/

Abandoned; isolated. Just like Radiohead’s song. It feels like being marooned in an empty island by your shipmates while they set sail to roam the seven seas. It’s a state where nobody understands thing you think. And feeling that way leads somebody to desperation, depression, hallucination, delusion, and suicide eventually.

ALIEN

I'm not talking about those creatures from outer space. I believe and I realize that they do really exist but we just don't see their existence. Let 'em be what they are.

Being alien.
Becoming stranger for everyone and even to myself; becoming a foreign man in my hometown; becoming enemy of everything that is different; becoming different thru all-same life.
Everyone doesn't know what I intend to say; nobody gets what the point of me waiting; everybody gets everything I never have; nobody thinks the same way as I do.
Loving things people hate; hating things people expect even it kills em softly; loving things that people don't know how to love it; and hating things people don't know to hate.
Away from fashion that is in vogue; away from the zone people think they deserve; away from thought of loving God in everyone's way; away from compassion people usually show.
Indifference; I am different from the citizen of the world, and I become an alien for em. Or they're all aliens?

PETER PARKER'S CHRONICLE #1

reflecting on Spiderman movie (2002)

Uncle Ben told me, from great powers come great responsibilities. Yeah, this is my gift, this is my cure; Who am I? I am Spiderman.
So what? There's no happy ending for me. All the things that I have done are just a simple part of my lifeless hope (or hopeless life?). The movie of my life should not have been like this. This movie never sounds so much better since then the auburn, Mary Jane Watson came to my life. She is completely gorgeous. A drop dead gorgeous one who comes from a drop dead gorgeous situation.
I am a photographer of the universe. Yet, MJ has stolen my universe. I am forced to watch MJ every single minute, admiring Harry Osborn's lover in every single drop of sweat, adoring her owned delicacy in every single blow.
I definitely know, the good ending won't be coming down now. But until that day, I'm not gonna stand and wait. I'll swing my webs and jump, I'm gonna move anywhere I like.
Who am I now? I am (still) Spiderman.

THE BLOODLINER

Siapa bilang ras kamu paling sempurna? Hitler? Dia mati menyedihkan bersama pemikiran dangkal itu dan Jerman ditinggalkannya kalah memalukan dalam Perang Dunia kedua. Ras kamu hanyalah kumpulan orang arogan yang mengklaim diri eksklusif dan secara terselubung ingin menguasai dunia seperti Free Mason. Pikiran kamu yang masih menuhankan ras adalah pemikiran yang paling kuno yang pernah ada, pemikiran orang pra-Tuhan, yang belum kenal Tuhan. Tuhan saja tidak pernah membatasi kita menjalin hubungan dengan warga dunia; pemikiran mu penuh batasan tentang ini dan tentang itu. Kamu pikir kamu Merovingian? Jika iya, apakah benar Yesus memiliki garis keturunan? Lihat, manusia semua datang dari Adam dan Hawa. Masih belum percaya? Kita dari satu sup primordial, iya kan? Perbedaan fisik dan sifat dasar ras itu dipengaruhi alam. Coba alam kita seragam, apakah kita berbeda fisiknya? Tidak. Mereka berbulu lebat karena hidup di tempat yang dingin; mereka bermelanin banyak karena cahaya matahari banyak di sana; mereka bermata lebar karena tidak hidup di tempat berdebu yang anginnya bertiup kencang. Semua itu efek geografi. Lalu apa yang membuatmu spesial? Apakah kamu keturunan ‘anak-anak Tuhan’ dalam kitab kejadian? Iya, kita semua keturunannya. Ingat air bah yang menenggelamkan isi bumi, siapakah yang tersisa? Keluarga Nuh, keturunan anak Tuhan. Lantas apa hak kamu membatasi percampuran ras? Orang seperti kamu tidak akan bisa bertahan di dunia liar ini. Ikutlah denganku, tinggalkan ras kamu, bergabunglah. Siapkan dirimu untuk ras baru yang tak akan pernah sempurna namun selalu di garis yang berbeda, garis keturunanku.

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Who says yours is the most perfect race? Hitler? He died sadly with his shallow thought and Germany was left with an embarrassing loss in the World War II. Your race is just a number of arrogant people who claimed themselves exclusive and silently have a plan to dominate the world like the Free Masons. Your thought , which still worships your race, is the most ancient idea ever, the thought of pre-divine people, who did not know God. God alone never limit our relationship with citizens of the world; you restrict this and that. Do you think you are Merovingian? If so, is it true that Jesus had a lineage? See, people all come from Adam and Eve. Still not believing? We're from a primordial soup, right? Physical differences and the characters of the race was influenced by nature. If only we had the same nature, would we be different physically? No. They are bushy because living in a cool place; they have high amount of melanine because a lot of sunlight there; they're wide-eyed because they don't live in dusty land, in which the wind blows too often. those are the effects of geography. Then what makes you special? Are you descendants of 'the children of God' in Genesis? Yes, we are all their descendants. Remember the flood that drowned the earth, who is left? Noah's family, descendants of God's children. So what's your right to prohibit inter-race relation? People like you won't be able to survive in this wild world. Come with me, leave your race, join me. Brace yourself for a new race that will never be perfect, but always in a different line, my bloodline.

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