Senin, 16 November 2015

Works in progress

Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't posted anything in ages!
I've been extremely busy these past months (because I'm in third grade..that means bye-bye creative works and hello sciences T__T)
But here are a sneak peek for my next update:

1.) I've been writing a comedy-fantasy (sci-fi?) Story in called "Dude, did that girl just fall from the sky?". It's currently in progress, but I promise I will update whenever I have the time. Check it out :

2.) I'm also writing a dark comedy indonesian two-persons play called "Perkara Diambang Kehidupan". It's light, goofy, juvenile kind of discussions about a serious topic like death.

3.) Also, I've been writing a Hindu-Buddha era inspired play, but I haven't finished it yet. I don't know if I can finish it soon since the creative streak for this work is really rare (or maybe I'm just very bad in indo lit, well)

I haven't been able to write poems kinda saddens me...but hey, I got 63 on Physics and I did it all by myself, how fucking cool is that? (Which exceeds my expectations, since I usually got 30s or 40s for Physics, lol).

So maybe thats all for now. This post actually serves as a reminder for me about what works should be my priority.

See you soon, non existent readers~

Rabu, 11 November 2015

John Keats Poem : Bright Star

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art-- 
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death
by John Keats

Minggu, 08 November 2015

Me in Kebaya (camera color test)

So I've noticed that my laptop camera have some trouble showing bright colours and the images don't have the best resolution because the captured image tends to look blurry, so I decided to wear my costume for Hero's day tomorrow and take a computer selfie to prove my assumptions. I tried standing as far away as possible and as close as possible to check if my camera managed to capture the details of my kebaya (my songket should have been gold with glittery ornaments). The result somehow fits my expectations, it doesn't. 

Sabtu, 05 September 2015

Heavy Rain Piano Suite

I love this game. I never had a ps3 nor have a luxury to play this great game, but I always watch the walkthrough in youtube (Pewdiepie introduced me to this game, hahaha) and read articles about this game. I always love the concept of making your own choices in a game but I've never seen something like this before. I even had a crush on Norman Jayden back then hahaha.

The soundtrack is also one of the best thing about the game. It sets up the mood and its like you can predict the storyline just by listening to the soundtrack (yeah, people say its depressing or sad, but I simply think its strangely relaxing, sad but beautiful)
Here below is a guy (youtube name : Spid3yb0y) making an awesome cover of the game's soundtrack in a style of a suite. Check it out

Minggu, 23 Agustus 2015

Kamis, 30 Juli 2015

Rita Hayworth - Put The Blame on Mame (From Gilda)

I was curious when Anna Scott mentioned Gilda, so I did a mini research about the movie. Rita Hayworth is very beautiful, and I didn't even know she was hispanic, haha
I like her sass when she said "sure, I'm decent" after flipping her hair hahaha, I happen to find the song likeable, so I decided tonpost this. I don't know why people in 1940s make such a big fuss about her taking the one glove off, it doesn't look like a striptease to me.

Put the blame on mame

When they had the earthquake in San Francisco
Back in nineteen-six
They said that Mother Nature
Was up to her old tricks
That's the story that went around
But here's the real low-down
Put the blame on Mame, boys
Put the blame on Mame
One night she started to shim and shake
That brought on the Frisco quake
So you can put the blame on Mame, boys
Put the blame on Mame

They once had a shootin' up in the Klondike
When they got Dan McGrew
Folks were putting the blame on
The lady known as Lou
That's the story that went around
But here's the real low-down
Put the blame on Mame, boys
Put the blame on Mame
Mame did a dance called the hoochy-coo
That's the thing that slew McGrew
So you can put the blame on Mame, boys
Put the blame on Mame

Senin, 13 Juli 2015

Django Reinhardt-Minor Swing

This song is sooo good, I want this to be my wedding dance song hahahahaha.
I love the jazz tunes and plucky guitar sound, and when the violin kicks in, it gets even better! Django is a genius of 1930s jazz.

And yes, I know this from the game Mafia.

Jumat, 10 Juli 2015

IELTS Result

Some of you might not know, but I had taken a 3-months course in IALF for IELTS test. I didn't know why I signed up at first, it was either I wanted to prove something for myself since my last FCE result was not satisfying or I'm preparing way too early for my future goal in Uni of Reading.

The course was great, Ms Gail is a very good teacher, the classmates are very good people. But I was young, I wanted things to be as quick as possible so I straightly booked the test date right after report card day. Now what I didn't realize before making that decision was how oblivious was the amount of psychological stress I was going to put myself through.

So I got stressed out, I was in the Study Center in IALF the whole damn day to study the hell out of myself because I was really anxious and even panicking. It was the report card day and no one in my class seemed to book the same date as I did, and they came on time for the report card giving session, while I was 8 hours early. I was a mess the moment I entered my class to receive my report card, Ms.Gail uttered how I looked worn out and unexcited unlike my usual self. So I told her everything, every bullshitty scenarios of failures my imaginative-yet dangerous mind had poisoned me with, and all the other kids sympathized with me. So I thank them for the concern, but their reaction was probably because I was somehow the youngest and they were like 'she looks fragile, therefore I'll protect her from the world' or so. But sometimes the worry doesn't worth the result, therefore, quoting Scarecrow, there is nothing to fear but the fear itself.

How can I  resist not quoting something from this beautiful-eyed villain?

So, I just got my result today. And it was...

But I was aiming for 7.0!!! the overall score is even better!!
I danced in victory when I saw my result, I'm so happy today, my expectations are finally fulfilled and I have more confidence in myself. I thought I didn't do well on speaking but it turns out to be my highest score hahaha

Even though it said I can't party yet

I'm happy. I've never been this satisfied with myself. Thank you God, thank you my family,  thank you, my best friend, Nia, thank you my IALF fellows, thank you everyone who has supported me through this test. and thank this

Thank you. I'm proud.

Selasa, 23 Juni 2015


I got inspired by this after I watched GoT season finale..I still can't believe that Jon is dead :'DD....though I made a parody of Jon Snow's death and had fun replicating the scene with my sister, I decided to write a poem to express my 'condolences' for Jon Snow. It basically to tell the readers to have hopes after they suffer, and I intentionally made it GoT-themed.

Memories will summon the dark
As stars are inexist in awhile
Will every scream be unharked
And feed its torturous smile

Suns will be dimmed,
and quaked will the land we stand upon
Crescents will be grim
and glories of men will be unwon

City will remain a smoke-unbeknowst
White omens will walk in evenings
For the throne of iron
Shall serve no king

Cling onto me, o brothers and sisters
For I am the fire of your ice
And I am the watcher of your nights

Kamis, 18 Juni 2015

Overnight curls! (again)

I braided my damp hair into french pigtail braids and these are the results this morning.

I know, I know, I'm such a bad poser and certainly not photogenic -__- but I tried ok? its the hair that matters, not the face or the pose -__

Kamis, 21 Mei 2015

My best shots so far...

I've never taken photography seriously, but I do, like taking pictures of nature. These photos are not edited, btw.... And these are COPYRIGHTED, but you have to ask ME if you wanna use them / share them.

Pandawa Beach, Bali, late 2014

Randomly taking a pic of a dragonfly stuck in my parents bedroom

Pulau Pasir (Sand Island), Derawan Island, early 2014

        Jalan Tol (the highway) on our way to Pandawa Beach, late 2014
                         Malang, during a Theatre Club event, early 2014

                                           Pandawa Beach, Bali, late 2014

Somewhere in Ubud, Bali approx. 2013

Taken by coincidence in a moving car, Ubud, Bali approx. the same year

Madakaripura Waterfall during our trip to Bromo mountain, 2014

The lonely horse around the Bromo mountain, 2014

Armatim Surabaya, Surabaya, during a school trip on a military ship. Early 2015.

Rabu, 20 Mei 2015

PNS (The Court of Surabaya)

We played around the empty court before the judge came in. It was funny its like we mock the judge for coming late.

Kamis, 07 Mei 2015

Invictus by William Ernest Henley

I found this poem in my english book and we were meant to analyse it during english class and I fell in love with it. Nevermind that fact that the poet wrote this when his leg was about to be amputated, and that it's very short compared to other victorian poems, I still love its strong message of mastering my own fate and the motivation. Here we go.
By William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.

Kamis, 30 April 2015

Baby blue

I had a big fight with my friend last week, so I went to the bookstore to calm myself down and let out some thoughts. One utility knife caught my attention, so I bought it. I'm fascinated by how lovely the colour is and how sharp the blade is that it cut me accidentally after I handled it incorrectly, then this happened.

Baby blue
Day was young, I wandered purposelessly
Finding something unexist, unloved by my choices
Yet my worries had drawn me to you
My baby blue

Your edge is sharp, shone sliver in the noon light
Surface smooth , delicately painted royal blue
People consider your beauty a fright
But appealing for my loving colour hue

You wounded me, you've hurted me
Your blade is hideous
You're corrupted but lovely
And you're waiting to kill

You're thirsty
For human blood
You're hungry
For human flesh

Kamis, 23 April 2015

INFP living with xSTJs....

Once upon a time, an ESTJ man and an IxFP woman married. Few years after the marriage, she bore the first daughter, an INTP. And then the second year, an INFP daughter was born. Aand...that was me.

I had been the 'alien' of the family really, I always act like an ENFP at home (you know, random, imaginative, loud, goofy yet 'deep' and artsy kind of girl). My dad scored as ESTJ for mbti test, and my sister somehow scored ISTJ (probably developed a high Te and Si from my dad, but Ne and Ti are her most natural functions). While my grandma is a creepy ISFJ and my aunt's an unhealthy ESTJ.

So I've been living around xSxJs all my life, I'm quite sure I can quickly identify one outside of my family. I didn't get the chance to test my (biological) mom so that I could type her. Judging by her attitudes, she must be xNFP due to her constant use of Ne, and something abt her just screamed IxFP to me. I remembered how we think alike, she could be an INFP like me, but she seemed more to be comfortable around people, and after hearing her past lives that she used to go to wild motorcycle races and loved to play basketball made me think of her as an xSFP, like ISFP. But I guess she is a borderline extrovert...

So anyway, people always say that it is quite impossible for INFPs to be friends with xSTJs because their mean and blunt words can hurt our "delicate unicorn-imported little hearts". Well, guess what? Thinkers have feelings too. And Feelers can think too. 

Now, I'm going to describe you as much as possible of what is it like to live with xSTJs, and how to be close with them. Note that this might not be accurate since the subjects I used here are my families and someone from my own environment.
The ESTJ subjects are my dad, and my teacher, and the xSFJs subjects are my aunt and grandma.

One sacred rule for INFPs when facing the ESTJs : play it their way first, then after they warm up to you, introduce to them how you do things your way.

They love organizing things and when something's disordered (or not going on their way) they'll be crazy. They're not really as adaptive as we INFPs do, so don't shock them with your messiness, your scattered imagination or even your weird, otherworldly ideas after only your second encouter with them. Bond to them slowly, then they'll notice you because you're different (like, really, INFP is a polar opposite of ESTJ, but that doesn't mean that the friendship is impossible).

Be patient, they like it when you're obedient/cooperative (while we're actually manipulating them to accept us, mwahahahahaa 3:D). Keep to your word, make them trust you, or at least show them your best hardworking attitude. This is exactly what I did to my dad and my (scary) biology teacher (in which I strongly identify as an ESTJ because her behaviours are soo Te just like my dad's). It took me a year to REALLY get to know my dad, I did it by agreeing to his words, respecting his try on maintaining 'traditional father' role, and listen to him. Eventhough he loves talking about himself or the past times that involved him (Si) or even stuff I don't really care about (I'm pretty sure he's tired of my impractical bullshits too hahaa) I'm always all ears. By that, we get the mutual respect for each other. That I'm worthy in his eyes, even though I'm a hopeless, dreamy emo.

He wouldn't even let me touch him, he was so reserved when I was a tween, but now he lets me hug him everytime he goes home from work just like other daughters.

As for my bio teacher, I didn't put a lot of effort in trying to understand her (because I have a weird habit of understanding the subject the teacher teaches only if I have understood the teacher's personality) at first. I tried to be as invisible as possible in bio class since I didn't want her to notice me because she was so damn scary that she made the whole class so tense. But her attention to details (un?)fortunately made her notice me because I was the quietest one. She was like "Why don't you say anything?" and I was like "well, I have nothing to say..." (psst, just trying to avoid a conflict by escaping into a daydream world, mam) then she said "that's good hahaha"
This will give the ESTJ a mindset that you are their followers since they like to lead and will not see you as a threat. Therefore, their xSxJ side will come out (taking care and protecting somehow).
See how she likes the control? My dad also has this trait of wanting to run EVERYTHING, he loves being in charge and I think all ESTJs have that natural charisma (or maybe just the fussiness) that makes them a good leader. So once she realised that she had a control over me, she started being nicer to me (?). I mean she acts motherly to me, seems like she wants to protect me from the world, hahaahaa

But off course, as an INFP who loves freedom, I don't actually let her to fully control me. Once I knew that she noticed me, and that there would be no where to hide, I decided to just face her. I've always been naturally drawn to biology, I don't know why, so I got good grades in it. I'm on charge of my own grades, right?
And actually, I started approaching her at her down times, really. There was this time when she got frustrated because the whole class wouldn't listen to her explanation (maybe because my friends were intimidated by her) and she gave us false information about how the bowel works. So then I approached her gently and asked her "Mam, excuse me, I hope you don't mind me, but howcome you say so when my book shows this? Or is it another version of the information? (this is my Ne playing tricks on my words hehee)"
Since then she notices me more for 'standing up for the truth'. And says hi when we pass by. I'm more comfortable in her presence now.

So yeah, I think its a brief introduction of how is it like to live around xSxJs, I'll post more of these when my mood strikes.

Minggu, 29 Maret 2015

A star named Twinkle

When I feel inconfident, I learn to remember this poem I wrote.

A star named Twinkle

The star was never the brightest
Yet his name laid within folklores and songs
His light of dust was a tint of blue
Everyone knew his name

His friends mocked
"Twinkle, Twinkle little star!"
Thus he was said to be small
But never he had actually been

Too long had he lived in everyone's word
Too much had he thought of himself
That he was what people told him

He looked down to a mirroring pond
In tears, he sang the damned song
"Twinkle, Twinkle, ....little star
How I wonder...what you are?"

The poor thing was clouded by loneliness
"Up above the sky, so high..."
But he soon smiled as he sang the next words
"Like a the sky"

He laughed at himself, realising that
The song was no mockery at all

"Twinkle, Twinkle,...
I'm a little star
But I'm too
A diamond of the sky!"

Rabu, 18 Maret 2015

Tips menulis puisi

Ah puisi...karya tulis dimana orang-orang bisa merengek, mengkritik, dan alay seenaknya atas alasan 'ekspresi diri' (sarkasme).
Salah satu media pelampiasan keinginan yang terpendam, dalam kata-kata sok indah dan kepasifan yang menakjubkan...(sarkasme lagi).
Karena kalau ada masalah, kenapa ga ambil tindakan? Kenapa harus nulis tulisan lebay yang ga bakal diliat orang dan ga bakal berguna apa-apa? Apa karena terlalu pengecut untuk berani bertindak? (sarkasme, lagi-lagi xD)

Itulah jadinya kalo logika diterapkan dalam puisi. Puisi itu bentuk karya sastra, bahkan ada yang bilang seni. Semuanya emosi dan ekspresi diri. Aneh kalo ada logikanya. Kalau ada pujangga yang consider logika, dia akan terganggu oleh dua perspektif :
Satu, waktu dia nulis pikirannya "wah bagus ya kata-kataku. Kuat sekali emosinya, aku sendiri sampai terharu....*srot srot ingus*. ", "deskripsi indah yg sempurna!"
Lalu dua, logikanya mencoba menghalang-halangi, pikirannya jadi : "Rumput hitam? Emang ada rumput warnanya hitam??", "Sakit hati melulu, gak sirosis, apa?", "emangnya alam bisa berbisik? Kan gak punya mulut!", "aku ini gila, ya? Maunya bunuh-bunuhan terus" <-- spoof of my own poem xD

Aku kalo lagi nulis, karena aku hidup dengan orang-orang yang logis, sering dapat pikiran kaya gini. Aku membuat karya sambil mengejek karyaku sendiri, karena aku sadar kalau karyaku pada ga masuk akal (kinda hypocritical, isn't it?). Tapi, who cares? Aku senang pas nulis, aku nyaman kalau mengekspresikan diri dan pikiranku dalam bentuk tulisan. Kenapa harus dengar kata orang? Kalo tindakanku salah lo, yang rugi ya aku, bukan orang lain :P

Jadi ya gitu deh, ini basically a passive form of ranting, karena aku, yang dilatih kelogisan berpikirnya, juga sadar kalo beberapa puisi yg kutulis itu bodoh :P Jadi kalau mau nulis karya, abaikanlah logika (kecuali cerpen detektif dan karya yg realis) supaya yg ada cuma ide agar produktivitas kamu ga dihalangi logic, Ok?

Ah, what the hell, nobody's reading this anyway....

Minggu, 15 Maret 2015

The Chicken Truck

A dark joke poem I wrote, inspired by the real one I saw in the street of surabaya. I posted this on poetfreak under the title of "The Slaughterhouse Drive".

The Chicken Truck

What a bright day it was, early sunday morning
Yet that little beak couldn't even force a smile
Her head lowered, as if shamed or hopeless
Tears ran down her feathered face
Through the road, her fate was waiting

Her friends were chatty, oblivious
They were flirting with the uncaged roosters
"Crow! Crow!" He called back
Her friends giggled and said farewell

She was unable to comprehend
When humans took her unborn children
And feast for them at breakfast
She had never understood
Why her sister was their food
And her fellow feathered creatures were so happy
While they were marched into their unwanted deaths

Then, she squeezed herself out of the cage, and decided
She would take it no longer

She flew and crowed loud, the driver frightened
She drowned in psychotic rage and wounded him
The truck swerved to the other side, and crashed into a building.
She was thrown off to the road, her head was hit
Flapping her wings were useless to fly

Her eyes enclosed in peace, muttering satisfaction
That at least her death was done her own

Aku by Chairil Anwar (serious translation)

This is for learning purpose only, copyright by Chairil Anwar. Originally a poem titled "Aku".

By Chairil Anwar

If my time should come
No-one will I want myself to be teased
Not even by you
No sobs will I need so

I'm just a bitch
Exiled from my kinds

Let the bullets pierced through my skin
Will I remain enraged, lunged

Wounds and venom may I carry aflee

'Till die are the pain and hisses
And not caring will I be more
For I want to live a thousand years more

Kamis, 12 Maret 2015


I originally posted this on an indonesian poetry website (which I honestly don't like, but for the sake of sharing, whatever). It's basically about how much change can a person go through within a short period of time that it seems like a murder. I wrote this in approximately 15 minutes, basically just typing random words I could think of that moment, that's why it doesn't make sense and a bit surrealistic....

By Hawun Harati

Dua malam, mata kantuk
Waktu hilang kala hari berganti
Dua siang, asa sayup
Tak kan datang, untuk apa menanti?

Cermin sudah kotor dan bayangan buram
Danau keruh dan sungai bisu, tak ber-riak
Karena apa yang dulu ada
Sudah hilang semua

Hilang, dihajar waktu
Dibantai interaksi
Leher evolusi digorok
Oleh yang tidak ingin disaingi

Sombong, angkuh,
Membutakan manusia
Cekik asap, batuk yang rapuh
Darah menodai retakan kaca
“Kau siapa?”

Jadi apa dia sekarang?
Apa sama?

Ah, haruskah kuingat?
Samar sekali, tak sama sekali

Si rambut merah itu lama tak jumpa denganku
Jarinya gemuk, kulitnya mengkilat
Bibirnya kaku dibalik kerudung
Terusnya ia menanya pilu
"Siapa kau? Siapa kau?”

Pekik bising teriaknya
Menggetarkan semua telinga
Meronta ia, merintih perih
Mengambil semua hati

Tapi, dia tersenyum,
Senyum licik dan puas,
Cermin tua sudah pecah
Tetapi ia tak siuman

Karena walau hilang
Ia tetap tak rela
Ditinggal hidup sendirian
Karena membunuh masa lalunya


I randomly opened this site after never opening this site for ages! I mean like, this site is my childhood and I grew up with this xD So, for the sake of nostalgia, I made another account and adopt a westie puppy named Norman (yeah, after Heavy Rain's Norman Jayden, his 'lazy eyes' kinda reminds me of him somehow...) here are the snapshots of my Nor-nor <3 incredibly="" p="" sounds="" that="" weird="">ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO FOOPETS.COM. I'M JUST A USER OF THIS SITE.

See? little Norman is 'high' on tripto again :))

Can't resist this snowy cuteness

We played fetch...

He says hi to you! :D

Cutie :D

Sleeping cutie

Selasa, 10 Maret 2015

Bee Gees - Stayin' Alive

Ah, Bee Gees...The 70s band of "hairy" brothers whose songs my dad loves to listen to....The band whose songs become the soundtrack of a cult movie : Saturday Night Fever.
Even though the vocalist doesn't sing very well, they have some good songs (for ex : Words, How deep is your love and this!). I fell in love with the funky intro when I first heard this song, and strangely drawn to its annoying, high pitched voice (Which is why I love playing this song on my phone to annoy my sister xD)
Now, it becomes the anthem of my life. Nevermind the seemingly dark subject of the song (in which it probably implied the 70s "economic" depression?), I managed to go through all the obstacles in life because I'm stayin' aliiivee~~

Bee Gees - Stayin' Alive

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm,
I've been kicked around
Since I was born.

And now it's all right. It's OK.
And you may look the other way
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.

Well now, I get low and I get high,
And if I can't get either, I really try.
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes.
I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose.

You know it's all right. It's OK
I'll live to see another day.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.

Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Stayin' alive.

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm,
I've been kicked around since I was born.

And now it's all right. It's OK.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.

Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me, yeah.
I'm stayin' alive.

Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me, yeah.
I'm stayin' alive.

Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me, yeah.
I'm stayin' alive.

Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me, yeah.
I'm stayin' alive.

Senin, 02 Maret 2015

Clouds (Pseudo-fairytale)

I post this on at first, then I decided to post it here since it is also one of my works.


T'was once a maiden, whose life was harmony
She lived in an undisturbed village, where the sun shone and the moon gleamed 
His people never denies, and carefully cares
For a path of green she walked on.
Her hair was the colour of a raven, her skin fair, and eyes brown like late autumn
A raven, she too seemed like
She hid and covered her own mystery, flying only when a life depends on a fate
And seek kindness no matter how deep the the evil lurks
Yet a beauty she remains, though she dressed in a shadow and mingled with the deaths.

Once upon a day, she wandered to the river
She brought her clothes to wash, ones which had been stained by the blood of past
Then, a strange man appeared which made the maiden startled, the clothes fell from her gentle fingers
"O, lady!" He hailed. "Ever long I live to never see a miracle, but now my own eyes surprises me."
Still, she remained, the man eyed her from head to toe,
"I've never seen such a perfect craft of God. I've never recognised a delicate sets of true bones of my breast." He praised
The man took a step towards her, yet the girl looked disturbed
Frightened was she, had she never seen the kinds of the husbands
"Goodness. I think I fall in love"
"If you fall, you must get up" The maiden replied with doubts.
"No! It's a terrific blow and I desire the pain. My body has given itself up to the ground, I will not raise from it nor will I regret that you have tripped me. I must be yours."
The man approached, kneeling before her.
"Marry me, madame"
"What for? What for?" She questioned.
"I will give your life joy. We will adore ourselves each and every day. I will smile at your pulchritude and compared it to no other."
"No." Sternly she replied. "Don't be ridiculous, I know you not, nor do I love you."
"I will spend my future to do so" 
"I'm sorry, young man. I can't" The maiden looked away. "The past taught us what to or not to do for our future. My past was grim, bloodied and cursed, I was trying to wash it away. Yet you have interrupted me, thus, I couldn't finish. You just made my future worse" 
And so was the tale of a maiden 
Who lost her future
Because a sudden proposal won't always be
A "happily ever after"

Aku by Chairil Anwar

I joked with my sister about translating indonesian poems into english ones for learning purposes. Here's the result 
Original text (Teks asli puisi Aku):
"Aku"-Chairil Anwar
Kalau sampai waktuku
'Ku mau tak seorang kan merayu

Tidak juga kau
Tak perlu sedu sedan itu

Aku ini binatang jalang
Dari kumpulannya terbuang

Biar peluru menembus kulitku
Aku tetap meradang menerjang

Luka dan bisa kubawa berlari
Hingga hilang pedih peri

Dan aku akan lebih tidak perduli
Aku mau hidup seribu tahun lagi

English version (mockery) :

I by Chairil Anwar

If my time should come
I want nobody to tease me
Not even you

No sob will I need so

I am only a bitch
From the exiled collections

Let the bullets pierced through me
Will I remain inflamed, lunged

Wounds may I carry aflee

'Till die is the elvish pain
And I grant no shit anymore
For thousand years shall I live more

Untuk translatean yang lebih serius, klik ini :

Senin, 23 Februari 2015


A poem about my frustration of fulfilling my own ideals while being skeptical because of reality.


"Nothing is truly mine"

One owns nobody
Bliss will never last
One can cry a plea
Soon it becomes a past

I'm incapable of
Caring, loving, missing
Kissing, hugging or fucking
Haha! I don't feel it

My ideas are killing me
My conscience lectures me
But why? Why should I listen?
I'm not gonna make it, anyway,


I'm numb
I'm dumb
For punishing self
But I'm clever
For continuing to

Why should I believe it?

Damn it,
I'm flawed!
Hopes, atrociously broken
And dreams be slain
Why should I think of that?


Despite of those, it's perfect
Because I'm alone

And I'm grateful for that.

Minggu, 22 Februari 2015

Drama "Aktor?"

A play I wrote intended for my dark sense of humour. About crimes and psychosis. Basically made to criticize 'overly-dramatic people'...

Copyright Hawun Harati

Drama dimulai di meja makan. Ibu sudah di panggung, menata meja

Ibu : Rino! Gina! Ayo makan!

(Terdengar langkah kaki)

(Ayah masuk panggung, sehabis kerja)

Ayah : (menggoda Ibu) Hai cantik, malam ini makan apa? (Menaruh tasnya)

Ibu : (terkekeh, menggeleng-geleng melihat suaminya)

(Ayah memeluk Ibu, lalu melepaskannya)

(Rino berlari masuk panggung)

Rino : Ayaaah!!! (memeluk ayah)

Ayah : Hai, Rino. (mengelus kepalanya) Ayo duduk sana

(Rino melompati karpet, lalu duduk di kursi)

(Gina masuk panggung, tanpa ngomong apa-apa. Lalu, langsung duduk di kursi)

Ibu : Kamu kok ga nyambut Ayah, Gina?

Gina : (Muka datar, seperti terpaksa tersenyum) Oh, iya. Hai Ayah. Aku senang lihat Ayah pulang.

Ayah : Hai Gina, Ayah juga senang lihat kamu.

(Mereka makan sambil berbincang-bincang)

Rino : (meniup nasi lewat sedotan ke Gina)

Gina : (kaget, lalu maklum)...Rino

Ayah : Rino...ayo jangan gitu sama kakakmu.

Rino : (tertawa)

Gina : Gak apa kok, yah. Aku udah biasa hidup sama orang gila. (Kepalanya menoleh ke Rino)

Rino : Enak aja!

Gina : (tertawa)

Tiba-tiba ada yang mengetuk pintu.

(Efek suara ketukan pintu)

Ibu : Yaa...sebentar...(berdiri dari kursi dan membukakan pintu)

Polisi : Permisi, Saya Heru Susanto, dari kantor polisi. Apakah ini rumah Lia Dewi?

Ibu : Iya, ini saya sendiri. Ada apa ya kok banyak polisi? (melihat banyak polisi diluar)

Polisi : Begini bu, kami sedang menginvestigasi sebuah pembunuhan.

Ibu : Iyakah? Siapa yang dibunuh?

Polisi : Biarkan saya masuk, nanti saya ceritakan secara rinci.

Ibu : Kalau begitu mari, silakan....

Ibu mempersilahkan Polisi masuk. Lalu Polisi duduk di sofa.

Sadar akan adanya polisi, Ayah berdiri dari meja makan lalu duduk di sofa bersama Ibu dan Polisi.
Sementara Rino bermain dengan makanannya, dan Gina melihat-lihat Polisi.

Polisi : Begini, bu. Kami ada berita duka. Kakak anda, Fia Lidya ditemukan tewas di sebelah kantor polisi kami. Ia telah dibunuh, dan kami kemari untuk menyelidiki kasus ini.

Ibu : (Terkejut, tidak percaya) Fia? gak mungkin kan? kemarin aku baru ketemu dia.

Ayah : (Terkejut, memegang tangan Ibu)

Polisi : Saya turut prihatin, bu.

Ibu : (Menangis) Gak mungkin, kan? gak mungkin....

Ayah : (memeluk, menenangkan ibu.)

Gina : (Menunduk, memegang kepalanya, sedih)

Rino : (Senyumnya hilang) Tante Fia....?

Polisi : Saya disini ingin mengecek alibi kalian.

Ibu : (dramatis) Dasar gak sensitif! Kita lagi sedih, malah tanya-tanya!!!

Ayah : Mungkin, lain waktu, pak Heru? Istri saya lagi emosional.

Polisi : Ya, kalau begitu lain kali saja. Saya permisi dulu (berdiri), maaf sudah merusak malam kalian.

Ibu : Maaf! maaf! dasar gak tahu diri!

Ayah : (menenangkan Ibu) sshhh, dek, gak apa....kita yang sabar aja....

Polisi : Kalau ada apa-apa, ini alamat sama nomor telepon saya. (mengeluarkan secarik kertas)

Gina : (Tiba-tiba, beranjak dari kursi makan, lalu berlari menuju polisi) Makasiih pak! (merebut kertas dari tangan Polisi)

Gina menjabat tangan Polisi erat-erat dengan tersenyum.

Ayah : Ah, ini anak saya yang pertama.

Polisi : Hai, nak. Namamu siapa?

Gina : Gina

Polisi : Hai Gina. Pak polisi pulang dulu ya.

Gina : Dadah pak polisi!

Polisi keluar panggung.

Gina kembali ke meja makan.

Rino : Siapa sih orang jahat yang bunuh tante Fia? Jahat banget sih dia!

Gina : No, aku ada dugaan. Aku cuma butuh mastiin. Jadi-....(bisik-bisik ke Rino)

Rino : (kaget) Serius, kak?

Gina : Iya, semoga orang tua kita setuju.

Lampu gelap. Ganti scene.

Semua, kecuali Polisi, duduk di meja makan.

Ibu : (masih menangis, memegang pisau)

Ayah : Sudah, dek...yang sabar....

Ibu : (Marah) Gimana bisa sabar?!! Emang enak kamu ngomong aja? Dia tumbuh sama aku, kak!!!
Aku sumpahin mati tuh yang bunuh!

Gina : Jangan gitu, bu.

Rino : (sarkastik) Kalau sumpahin mati kan sama kaya membunuh. Berarti Ibu jadi sama dong?

Ibu : (Menatap Rino agak lama) Kau (berdiri dari kursi) anak (mengambil pisau) Kurang ajar!!!

Rino : (mencoba kabur, terjatuh dari kursi)

Ayah : (panik) Bu, jangan! itu anak kita! taruh pisaunya!

Ibu : (Menampar Rino) Jaga mulutmu itu!!! (bersiap menusuk)

Ayah : (bersamaan dengan Gina, teriak) Lia!! Jangan!!!

Gina : (berteriak, beranjak dari kursi) Bu!!! jangan!!!!

Ibu menusuk Rino dengan pisau. Rino jatuh ke lantai dan mati.

Gina : (terkejut, menutup mulutnya, sambil menatap ngeri)

Ayah : (menghentikan Ibu yang mau menusuk Rino lagi)

Ibu : Lepas!!!

Ayah : Kau gila??? Kamu baru bunuh anak kita!!!

Ibu : (baru sadar) Rino? Rino? sadar, nak!

Ayah : Tak bisa bu. Ia sudah meninggal.

Ibu : (Menampar Ayah) Ini gara-gara kamu!!!!

Ayah : La? kok saya disalahin?

Ibu : (marah) Ah! Aku gak peduli! Kalau kamu disini, kenapa kamu biarin aku bunuh Rino?!!

Gina : (menutup kuping, stres) berhenti...berhenti kalian....

Ibu : Aku gak mau tahu!

Ibu keluar panggung.

Ayah : (sedih, melihat Rino) Rino.....

Gina : (sambil gemetar karena shock, menelpon) Halo? Pak Heru? Ibu saya membunuh adik saya....

panggung gelap.
Yang ada cuma Ayah dan Gina.

Ayah : Ya Tuhan....Berikan aku kesabaran...

Gina : (Diam, tapi sedih)

Polisi memborgol Ibu, masuk panggung

Ibu : Lepasin!!! Mereka yang buat aku jadi pembunuh!!!

Polisi : Tenang, bu Lia, kami akan bawa anda ke Menur.

Ibu : Lepas!!! Kau kira aku gak tau?! Setidaknya biarkan aku pamit dengan keluargaku!!!

Polisi : Baiklah. Saya beri 15 menit.

Polisi keluar panggung. Ibu duduk di sofa.

Ibu : Gina, maaf ya nak.

Ayah : Ya Tuhan, aku gak tahan lagi...(ambil pistol dari jaketnya lalu menodongkan ke Ibu)

Gina : Tunggu!! Ayah ngapain?!!

Ayah menembak Ibu, dan Ibu mati.

Gina : (menatap ngeri)

Ayah duduk di kursi makan, menutup wajahnya.

Gina : (Sedih, tetapi tiba tiba langsung tersenyum)

Gina berjalan ke meja makan, mengambil serbet, lalu berjalan di sekitar Ayah.

Gina : Kerja bagus, yah. Aku gak perlu khawatir tentang Ibu lagi (Tiba-tiba mencekik Ayah dengan serbet)

Ayah : (Tercekik, sambil berusaha melepaskan diri, tetapi Gina malah memperkuat cekikannya)

Ayah akhirnya mati. Gina mengecek nadinya di lehernya. Gina mengambil pistolnya lalu menaruh di dalam jaketnya. Gina lalu menyingkirkan tubuh mereka ke dalam taplak meja makan, sambil pura-pura berteriak.

Polisi : Bu Lia? Ada apa di dalam?

Gina : (Menggedor-gedor pintu) Pak Heru!!! Pak Heru!!! Tolong pak!!!

Polisi : Gina? Ada apa?

Gina : Pak! pak, tolong pak, saya diserang!

Polisi masuk ke dalam rumah dan Gina mengunci pintu. Mereka berdua duduk di sofa

Polisi : Ada apa? Siapa yang nyerang kamu?

Gina : (Panik, takut) Ibu saya bunuh Ayah, terus dia bunuh diri...(pura-pura menangis) Pembunuhnya, pak! aku tahu siapa yang  bunuh Tante Fia, adik saya dan orangtua saya! (memegang dada, mencoba mengatur nafas)

Polisi : Siapa pembunuhnya? Ibumu kan?

Gina : (Menarik pistol dari dalam jaketnya, lalu menodong pak Heru)

Suasana menjadi tegang, Pak Heru terkejut.

Polisi : Gina?

Gina : (memerintah sambil mengarahkan pistol) Berdiri.

Polisi : Gina, caranya gak bisa gini, kan-

Gina : Berdiri!!!

Polisi : (Berdiri dari sofa)

Gina : (Berdiri dari sofa dan menemukan senjata di jaket Polisi, lalu membuangnya) Kayaknya bapak tahu terlalu banyak, ya?

Polisi : Gina, kamu yang bunuh bu Fia? Kamu yang bunuh keluargamu?

Gina : (tertawa) Bapak kan polisi. Masa gak sadar sih? Gak mungkin dong satu keluarga bunuh-bunuhan kalau awalnya gak direncanakan.

Polisi : Kamu? Kamu yang menaruh mayat tantemu sendiri di sebelah kantor polisi? untuk nuduh saya?

Gina : (sinis, nada mengejek) ya, ya, aku yang naruh. Aku yang ngikutin tante Fia ke kantor polisi malam-malam buat ketemu kamu. Ya, aku gak tahu kalau kalian pacaran, jadi aku "secara sembarangan" bunuh tanteku, kemungkinan sih karena aku cemburu, tapi karena aku ceroboh, aku gak sempat ganti sepatu setiap kali pulang ke rumah dan lupa kalau ternyata darah tanteku masih ada di sepatuku selama ini. Apalagi kalau temanku bilang alibiku gak sempurna karena waktu itu aku lagi gak giliran jaga di *kantor polisi* (menodong pistol ke sepatu pak Heru) Iya, kan, pak Heru?

Polisi : (Terdiam, lalu tertawa sambil menepuk tangan) Bagus sekali, nak...bagus sekali. Ternyata kau sengaja membunuh untuk membawaku kesini? Ah, nak, Tantemu itu nyawanya murah, bisa saja mati tanpa ada yang kangen. Tapi kok aneh ya? Padahal temanku kusuap biar gak ngomong. Besok aku harus bunuh dia juga.

Gina : Oh, gak bakal kubiarin pak, tenang aja.

Polisi : Iya kah? ( Polisi menyerang Gina dan mendapatkan pistolnya)

Gina : (Berlari mendekati taplak meja)

Polisi : (menodong) eh eh eh....jangan nakal...Angkat tangan.

Gina : (Mengetuk meja makan)

Polisi : Kamu ngapain?

Tiba-Tiba Ayah dan Ibu keluar dari bawah meja dan menyerang Pak Heru. Pistolnya lepas.

Ayah : Gina! Ambil!

Gina mengambil pistol, lalu menodongkannya ke Polisi.

Gina : Pak Heru Susanto, anda ditangkap atas tuduhan pembunuhan tingkat satu. Anda akan dieksekusi atau menjalani hukuman pidana seumur hidup.

Ibu memukul Polisi.

Ibu : Itu untuk kakakku!!!

Lampu gelap.

Ganti Scene

Di meja makan, panggung, ada Ayah, Ibu dan Gina.

Ayah : Gak nyangka ya, kita bisa akting kaya gitu. Hebat kamu, Gin, kemarin penyelidikan bilang pak Heru memang pembunuhnya.

Gina : Iya, maaf ya aku nyuruh kalian kaya gitu.

Ibu : Gak apa, lagian ga semua aktingku palsu, kok....

Gina : Oh, iya. Rino dimana?

Ibu : Oh, entahlah...mungkin pisau yang kupakai betulan. (tertawa)

Gina terdiam. Menyadari kalau Ibunya terlalu menghayati dan Rino benar-benar meninggal.
Gina merasa bersalah telah membuat ibunya menjadi pembunuh betulan, lalu mengambil pistol asli yang disimpannya dan menembak dirinya sendiri di kepala.

Ayah : Astaga? Gina!!!!

Ibu : Ginaaaaaa!!!!!!


Senin, 16 Februari 2015

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Much as I say
Yet no ear would hear
And meaningless is this now

Minggu, 15 Februari 2015

Behind the name of my blog

What is this? Who the hell came up with such a corny name as "The Lady of the moon"? What happened to the picture of running girl?

Okay, okay, first of all, I strongly believe that I'm not a 'lady', but I know that it is a politer way to say 'woman', in which I am. And the reason I chose the word moon is really simple.

Because I love moon. It's awesome.

It shines brightly when the sky is dark, outshining stars from its size. Even though it has holes on its surface, it still shines. Yet, what I most like from the moon is that, it is not shining everyday; like the sun does; and only shines the brightest if it's full, which only occurs once a month. It needs to go through days-long process to actually looks perfectly beautiful (not rushed overnight like the sun) and need another days to look imperfect (like, during an eclipse). Such a perfect craft of God, He must've put a lot of effort to it. It's like showing that the most beautiful thing comes with hell lots of struggle, and will not be taken away easily, and I believe that.

It's also because I wrote two poems that have something to do with moon (especially, the indonesian one, I kept thinking about that before adding the word 'moon' to my blog) and poems are my works that dominate my blog.

So, yeah, those are pretty much the reasons why I chose to make an alias of "The Lady of the Moon"

Nat King Cole - Autumn Leaves

This is such a legendary song for my family. My grandpa used to sing this song when he was still living in Netherland everytime he missed his homeland. Then, my grandpa taught this to my mom, and according to my dad's story, she once sang this after they had a fight to calm herself down. Maybe that was why she liked singing this song when we were at the karaoke. When I hadn't known what this song meant to my family, I thought it was just a boring, old people song, but it strangely attracted my attention and I was unconsciously drawn to this song. Now, I always think about this song whenever I feel sad or feeling like remembering my mom. I'm also planning to make this song a 'soundtrack' for my upcoming story. Thank you, Nat King Cole, for coming up with such a song and for making my lonely days beautiful.

Autumn Leaves
By Nat King Cole

The falling leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold

I see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburned hands
I used to hold

Since you went away
The days grow long
And soon I'll hear
Old winter song
But I miss you most of all
My darling
When autumn leaves
Start to fall

Since you went away
The days grow long
And soon I'll hear
Old winter song

But I miss you most of all
My darling
When autumn leaves
Start to fall

My hair

I was wearing my hair in french pigtail braids for a whole day, and then these are the results. I love the result! It is my favourite method of overnight curling technique and the curls stayed for half a day. Here are the pictures of my result.

That a strand of straight hair, though.... -_-

Senin, 02 Februari 2015

Hasil tes MBTI lucu

Hasil tes psikologi mbti lucu
ENFJ : Yang suka paranoid sama orang
INFJ : Yang Indigo
INFP : Yang diam-diam menghanyutkan
ENFP : Yang kekanak-kanakan
INTP : Si ilmuwan gila
INTJ : Yang punya rencana untuk menguasai dunia
ENTJ : Maling rakyat
ENTP : Kurang ajar tapi pintar
ESTP : Yang suka seenaknya
ESFP : Yang ga ingat saldo tinggal berapa
ISFP : D'massiv
ISTP : Tukang debus
ISTJ : Yang terlalu rapi
ESTJ : Hakim kolot
ESFJ : Ibu-ibu
ISFJ : Guru TK

Funny MBTI test result

Funny MBTI Type result
ENFJ : The annoying teacher type
INFJ : The complicated cospirator
INFP : The everlasting weed smoker
ENFP : The immature Ghandi
INTP : The real life mad scientist
INTJ : The creepy smartypants
ENTJ : The aggressive little people's thief
ENTP : The procedure ignorer
ESTP : The loud salesman
ESFP : The reckless party animal
ISFP : The emo artist
ISTP : The hands-on trouble seeker
ISTJ : The overly serious worker
ESTJ : The law extremist
ESFJ : The dutiful mother


Cintaku yang hilang
Dimana kau? Terbunuh angan?
Rinduku padamu,
Saat kau terbang ke awan

Sekian tahun sepi rasanya
Dua valentin tanpamu
Aku rindu, cahaya wajahmu
Dari kau memelukku,
Dari kau bicara padaku
Caramu makan dan canda-tawamu
Kenapa kau meninggalkanku?

Kukira semua hal
Baik saja

Kasihku, heranku, kau tak berhenti
Tak menoleh, tak berpamitan
Daun sobek yang kau beri
Tak bisa menerima kenyataan

Kita           tak
Tak kan pernah
Menyatu kembali

"Aku sendiri, selalu"
Ide mengikis saat kau pergi
Kenapa harus terikat emosi?
Terikat kasih, dibelenggu sayang
Tapi tak akan abadi?

Jadi, saya merantau
Tak peduli ajakan kawan
Tidak mendekati teman
Karena bisa memiliki
Berarti bisa merelakan

Apa Tuhan menghukum saya?
Karena saya tak bisa
Ikhlas dan tidak merasa
Selalu teringat waktu
Yang sudah lenyap

Tapi kita
sudah         p

Tak kira seorang lelaki tak akan bisa
Tak kira seorang kawan tak bisa
Menolak bahwa aku sendiri
Dan mencoba mandiri

Lelaki lain tak bisa
Mengganti sosokmu
Perempuan lain tak bisa
Menenangkan hatiku

Karena daunku
Sudah kering dilewat tahun
Dan tak akan pernah bisa
Menyatu dengan punyamu

Karena mustahil
kau kembali

Cintaku sudah terbang tinggi
Pergi dari hidupku
Hilang dari duniaku

Untung kau menjadi kekasihNya
Yang Maha Kuasa
di surgaNya


Surabaya, 2 Februari 2015

Sabtu, 31 Januari 2015

Cell Block Tango, Never Happened version :))

So here's what happened. I had a random idea to put my book characters into a cell block tango frenzy, and they are surprisingly (and to me, hilariously) suitable.

who the hell are they??? what's going on??
These people are all characters from my unpublished book, Never Happened. Here's the explanation :

Dorothy was the wife of the first test subject. She was the mother of the "affected one"'s father. The affected one's father's name is Ben. The symptoms of the experimental infection by the "phoenix" virus were constant coughing and bleeding. No, she didn't kill her husband for real, but I briefly mentioned that she did get annoyed by his coughs in the story. He later died from the disease.

Alfred (Alfie) is the main antagonist, so he killed lots of people in the story, including his mentor's wife, Harriet and his mentor's brother, Charles Lefevre. Alfred used to be Robert Lefevre(his mentor)'s student and managed to impress his idol scientist, Charles, with his intelligence which made Charles hired him to do a research. In the end they created a 'perfect gene' that could cure genetic diseases but it turned out that it had nasty side effects, so the ones in charge forbid them to market it. Alfred, being mocked by his mother for not being perfect since young, was mad when they gain disapproval, and wanted to trade the virus no matter what, but the Lefevre brothers wouldn't allow him to. So he killed Robert's brother and wife then accused Robert of doing it.

What's funny is that, Harriet did tried to fight back when Alfred attacked her with the knife, but ended up killed anyway, while in this parody, it showed that Harriet managed to seize the knife and killed Alfred. ("Then the knife slipped into my hand. He ran into the knife ten times").

The Lefevre brothers were half french, and Robert was the only one who fluently speaks french. Robert was Alfred's mentor and lecturer. He went into depression when his wife and brother were killed. So he was released by the court for being found not guilty with the reason of insanity. In his lines, I exaggerate how he felt guilty of his wife's murder and he blamed himself. My typical dark sense of humour.

Elle is the main character, she was a witness of her father's murder by Alfred. No, she didn't kill anyone in the book. She has a bestfriend called Genevieve and a childhood friend named Aaron, who was "the affected one". Genevieve has a brother named Kyle, who has a girlfriend named Stephanie. I mentioned in the book that sometimes Elle asked for Kyle's help in science homework, and Kyle got distracted everytime Stephanie was around. In "book" two, Kyle sacrificed himself being shot to protect his sister. Elle is a hardworker, so if her works are suddenly ruined, she will be very angry. So the joke is that Elle shot them both from a distance, (which made a new conspiracy theory where Elle was the one who murdered Kyle) just because they kicked her homework.

In the book, I implied that Genevieve and Aaron were attracted to each other. Aaron was a child prodigy and has his own violin solo concerts and quite famous towards women, which made Genevieve jealous sometimes. Aaron is half-austrian, which is why Genevieve said "Lebensstil", which means "Lifestyle" in German. The joke is that Genevieve killed Aaron because she was jealous.

Cell Block Tango, NH Version

Uh uh
Counting ρ

Ben (narrating)
And now the six merry murderers of the Faust county jail. In their rendition of the cell block tango.

Uh uh
Counting ρ

Uh uh!
Counting ρ!

Uh uh!
Counting ρ!

Uh uh!
Counting ρ!

(Everyone, except Robert)
He had it coming
He had it coming
He only had himself to blame
If you have been there
If you had seen it

I betcha you would have done the same!

Uh uh!
Counting ρ!

*Alfie pushes Robert out of his way*

Uh uh!
Counting ρ!

You know how some people do stupid things, being a human subject. Like, Henry. Henry sneezes all the time, no not sneeze. Cough.
So he came home from volunteering one day and I'm really all worn out and I'm looking for a little bit of sympathy. And there's Henry. Lying on the couch, not taking his pills and sneezing. No, not sneezing. Coughing!
So I said to him, I said "You cough your lungs out one more day..." and he did. So I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots. Into his head!
*Pulls a red handkerchief out of Henry's cap*

*Dorothy dances aggressively*
He had it coming
He had it coming
He only had himself to blame
If you'd have been there
If you'd have heard it
I betcha you would have done the same!

I met Charles Lefevre in the lecture hall where I studied about two years ago. He told me he was the scientist, so we go to the business, right away. So we started working together. He'd go to work, he'd tested the drug, I observe the finance, we'll have discussions. And then I found out. "Don't trade the drug" he told me. Don't trade it, my arse! Not only it can *cure* people, oh no, it was such a phoenix. One of those moralist, you know. So that night in the restaurant, I fixed him a drink, for his brother.
*Alfie kicked the chair and Charles falls*
But that poor guy just can't hold his cyanide!
*Takes a red handkerchief from Charles's mouth*

*Alfie dancing merrily alone*
Hah! He had it coming
He had it coming
He took a flower in its prime
And then he used it
And he abused it
It was a murder
But not a crime!

Now I'm standing in the bathroom, turnin' all the taps on to shower. Minding my own business. In storm my husband's colleague in a murder rage. "Hello my lady" he says.
*Harriet dodges Alfie's knife*
He was crazy! And he kept on screaming
*While dodging Alfie's knife*
"You've been messing with his mind!"
*Harriet embraces Alfie*
Then the knife slipped into my hand. He ran into the knife ten times.
*Pulls a long red handkerchief from Alfie's stomach*

If you'd have been there
If you'd have seen it
I betcha you would have done the same

*Harriet dances with Robert*
(In french)
Pourquoi suis-je ici?
Ils ont dit que je suis rentré dans la rage
Poignardé ma femme et la noyer à mort.
Mais ce n'est pas vrai. Je suis innocent. Je ne sais pas pourquoi l'Reine Liz dit que je l'ai fait.
J'ai essayé de l'expliquer à la station de police. Mais ils ne me comprennent pas!
Yeah, but did you do it?
Uh uh, not guilty!
*Pulls a white handkerchief from Harriet's bathrobe*

My friend's brother, Kyle and I were doing this physics problems. And his friend, Stephanie was there with us. Now for all of the questions we had tried using everything in a row. Pi,syne, cosyne, alpha, beta, hydrostatistic formulas and I came to this question number 17. And then I realized I had to count the Rho. I made mistakes, and they laughed. He said I needed a calculator, so I went out to get one. I observe the building from afar, through the window, and there's Kyle and Stephanie, doing the kissing thing. They kicked my homework!
Well, I was in such state of shock, I completely blacked out, I can't remember a thing. It was then until later, when I put the rifle off my hand, I even knew they were dead! *Showing two red handkerchieves on her hands*

They had it coming
They had it coming
They had it coming all along
I didn't do it, but if I'd done it
How could you tell me that I was wrong?

(Elle) They had it coming
(Everyone) They had it coming
(Robert) She didn't...
(Elle) They had it coming
(Everyone) They had it coming
(Robert) She didn't!
(Elle) They had it coming
(Everyone) They took a flower
(Elle) All along
(Everyone) In its prime
(Elle) I didn't do it
(Everyone) And then they used it
(Elle) But if I'd done it
(Elle) How could you tell me that I was wrong?

I love Aaron Stuart more than I could possibly say. He was a real artistic guy. Sensitive, a musician. But he was always trying to make himself famous. He'd go out every night to sign some autographs and on the way, he got hugs, kisses, selfies and cellphone numbers. I guess you could say we broke up because of our lifestyle differences. He saw himself as alive. *Genevieve pulls out red handkerchief from her glove*
And I saw him dead! *Genevieve strangles Aaron*

The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum

(Dorothy, Alfie, Harriet)
They had it comin'
(Elle, Genevieve)
They had it comin'
She didn't...
(Dorothy, Alfie, Harriet)
They had it comin'
(Elle, Genevieve)
They had it comin'
She didn't!
(Dorothy, Alfie, Harriet)
They had it comin'
(Elle, Genevieve)
They had it comin'
(Dorothy, Alfie, Harriet)
All along
(Elle, Genevieve)
All along
What have I done? *cries*
(Dorothy, Alfie, Harriet)
'Cause if they used us
(Elle, Genevieve)
'Cause if they used us
(Dorothy, Alfie, Harriet)
And they abused us
(Elle, Genevieve)
And they abused us
(Dorothy, Alfie, Harriet)
How could you tell us
(Elle, Genevieve)
How could you tell us
That we were wrong?

They had it coming
No...she didn't...
They had it coming
No! She didn't!
They only had themselves to blame.
I am the one to blame!
If you'd have been there
If you'd have seen it
I betcha you would have done the same!

You cough your lungs out one more day...
Don't trade it, my arse!
Ten times
Je ne sais pas pourquoi l'Reine Liz dit que je l'ai fait.
Number 17, They kicked my homework
Lifestyle differences

Uh uh
Counting ρ