Of stickies and unresolved resolutions. What tangled webs we weave when we practice to deceive. Of epics and unsaid phrases. Life is even more poetic than any work of fiction? November 14, 2011. Of running and cold acceptance. Your ego will be the death of you. Of realization and bedside haze. Of advancing time and mementos. Of sudden realisation and yearly events.

Saat si jancuk bicara dengan bahasanya. Monday, March 16, 2009. Sunday, March 23, 2008. Biar kuberitahu kamu tentang esok. Lebih kejam dari jahanam dan apinya. Dan aku harus kalah sekali lagi. Thursday, February 21, 2008. Ibu dan Bayi Delapan Belas Tahun Lagi. Yang menangis di gendongan ibunya. Kelihatan sekali ia merasa sumpek. Bau dan tak mau mengalah. Dengan sabar si ibu mencoba menenangkan bayinya.

Thursday, November 29, 2012. A WARHAMMER 40,000 NOVEL. It is the 41st millennium. For more than a hundred centuries. The Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master. Of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. Is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark. Whom a thousand souls arc sacrificed every day, so that he may.