The Rebellion Against Darmaji

Again, we tried to build up the estafet story. Gosh, I don't know exactly what happened, maybe it was caused by the complaint delivered by our boss. Even though this is frankly our fault, but we didn't accept it as he did to us. Well then, so it made us created the army to fight against Darmaji. That's why we poured everything in our heart (WTH?) to show the world what happened to us.

This estafet story was written by me, Rizka, Suci, Faida, and Elly. Sorry if any of you aren't able to understand the language. It is aimed to keep the privacy and just won't make it controversial. And for the dearest readers, we're sorry for this shit trash thing. We didn't mean to mock or insult anyone, it is just for fun. So please forgive us if any of you feel bothered of this post, just ignore it :D

Check it out.

REBELLION AGAINST DARMAJI

Awan iki Darmaji mlaku luntang-lantung pinggir rel sepur. Karo ngupil nganggo linggis. "Ngguateliii, upilku kok gede banget seeeeeh?"
Pas lagi enak-enake ngupil, moro-moro onok sing nyeluk, "Jiiiii...". Tibake sing nyeluk si ponaji.

"Halah pakleeeeek, sampeyan iki ngupil nggawe linggis, sampe mimisan koyo ngono, karo clurit ae luwih nggarakno semriwing."

"Rame ae kowe Pon...lapo mrene marani aku?" jare Darmaji.

Ponaji nyauri "Aku arep muleh lek.. mumet aq ning kene mbok kongkon nggawe game-e jaran"

"Halaaaaaah, lebay deh eyke. Timbangane awakmu koyo anak buahku iku kabehane browsingan karo ngegame kabeh, gak ono sing kerjo, nggateli kabeh ... sampe kembut2 irungku," beneran kembut2 irunge Darmaji, tapi iku gara2 ngupil gawe linggis.

"Sampeyan iki lek sing lebay, ati-ati disantet karo anak buahmu sing jenenge Geje karo Icus lho, dendam sampe ubun2 ketoke" jare Ponaji.

Darmaji ngomong "huah.. rawedi! eh ojo salah yo. masio ra iso melek ngene mbahku asline jombang. ilmu santete luweh makjoss.."

"Pantesan, lek. Jenengmu iku katrok bin ndesooooo, aku ae rasane isin duwe paklik koyo sampeyan, jeneng kok koyo tukang becak," Ponaji koyoe arep bunuh diri, emoh ditakdirno dadi ponakane Darmaji.

"Ooo...arek iki cilik2 kemlinthi, arep ngajak gelut kowe Pon?" moro2 Darmaji dadi emosi, nyincing lengen klambine. Ponaji akhire mlayu timbangane sasi ngarep poso senen kemis gr2 dipecat dadi ponakan.

"Paklek, opo hubungane poso senen kemis karo dipecat dadi ponakanmu?" si Ponaji takon neng Darmaji. Iki asline Ponaji mlayu tutuk Darmaji opo takon seh, kok ora jelas blas?

Darmaji ngomong "Lho tak pikir kowe mau mlayu ngadoh. tibae nyedak to. tiwas aq wes seneng ae. Dasar bocah goblok. mosok ra ngerti hubungane poso senen kemis karo dipecat dadi ponakanku"

"Heeeee? aku kan atheis, Paklek. Kowe opo meneh, malah nyembah Si Mamang, yo moso tau aku poso Senen Kemis," Ponaji wes kembut-kembut pisan.

"iku sopo maneh sih le.. le.. sopo iku mamang?? opo iki aku sing kakehan ngupil yo.. daya mengingat ku melemah.. sopo iku pon mamang?? dewa opo kuwi? "

"Makane lek,dadi wong tuwo ojok kemlinthi pisan,sukur sampeyan pikunan. Iku lho Mamang, mosok ora iling masang potone,mbok pasangi lilin karo kembang,bendino ndungo ndek ngarepe potone sampe membabi-buta",jare Ponaji.

"woo.. pantesan potone ilang. kowe to sing njupuk. kene balekno potone mamang sing lagi adus," jare Darmaji.

"Astaghfirullah, istighfar, lek. Nyebut, nyebut, nyebut jenenge si Mamang," si Ponaji ngelus2 dada.

"Wong edyan rak katokan rak kelamben rak kutangan!!!! kowe sing kudu nyebut.. kapan aku nyembah2 dungo mbe model pelem bokep murahan koyok ngono... aku iki rak terimo kon anggep penyembah si mamang. Aku iki jelas2 luwih hot hot pisan... aku yo benci karo wong iku... mantan waria taman lawang, saingan ku biyen... my biggest rival!! you know, kowe eruh boso inggris ora??" Irunge darmaji kembut2 paraahhhh.

"Ngaku2 hot, wong irung kembut2 kyk ngono, ora iso melek pisan. Podo ae iki karo Mamang. Weslah timbangane nyepet2i mripatku,mbaleko kono nang Taman Lawang", Ponaji tambah emosi.

"Bocah biadab! senengane marai aq emosi. nek emosi ngene iki kudu tak lampiasne ning budak2ku.", Darmaji bengok2 karo mlilik2..

"Wes tahlah, Lek. Ojo dipekso, lek aseline gak iso melek, ojo dipekso melilik-melilik ngono, pamali!" Ponaji ngadem-ademi si Darmaji.

Darmaji ora terimo dihina2 mbe ponakan biadabe iku, wong ponakane dewek yo ra iso melek. Jek karo kembang kempis irunge.. darmaji nantang ponaji. "Heh le.. kowe iki ojo ngelok2ne aku rak iso melek, kowe iso ora?? hayooo adu melek2an ae... kowe wani ora??" tantang darmaji.

"O ancen paklek sarap,wes didemno malah ngajak tukaran maneh. Yowes karepmu,kate adu melek2an ayo, adu ganteng2an ayo, seng jelas gantengan aku wong sampeyan biyen bekase bencong taman lawang. Takcelukno Geje karo Icus dadi jurine", Ponaji gak gelem kalah.

"Heeeeey, laopo nyeluk2 jenengku?" moro-moro si Geje muncul, "Wong sing nyeluk2 jenengku gak gratisan, kudu bayar royalti, cepet kene endi royaltiku?"

"Oalah iki tho sing jenenge geje,sik kenalan disek.gampang masalah royalti...kowe jaluk opo?" jare darmaji.

"Aku njaluk kirimno aku maneh nang korea, minimal 5 taon... wis bosen aku nde kene,, sumpek mumet... wong2ne akeh sing geje (GJ = ga jelas), aku dadi melok geje iki" jare geje kembang kempis.

"OPOOOOOOO?!?!?!?!?! ora iso saiki, iki jek lagi adu melek2an karo Ponaji. Kowe kudu dadi jurine, pokoke kowe lek menangno Ponaji takkirim seumur hidup!! Awas kowe", Darmaji ngancem Geje karo linggise.

"Halah .... katek adu melek2an barang. Tapi sektahlah, lek menangno Ponaji aku arep dikirim seumur hidup? Gak salah ta kalimat iku?" Si Geje kebingungan.

"yo opo tho arek iki, geje tenan, mosok ponaji sing tak kirim seumur hidup. lak enak dek-e. yo wis ben adil, sing kalah dadi asisten aq ae...ngancani aq mlaku2. " jare darmaji.

"yawis.. ngene ae yo ben enak.. lek awakmu kalah pakle... dirimu sing hengkang dari dunyo yo.." jare ponaji. "iyoo mbe iku... linggis mu karo aku..arep tak jadino properti gae pilem anyar ku "rumah dara" " jare geje sing ancene gejeh tenan. "trus aku ini nyapo?? " jare icus merasa dicuekno. ponaji, darmadji mbe geje terperangah...

"AKU ORA TRIMO DICUEKI!",icus ngomong menggelegar. Moro2 onok bledheg kilat banter nyamber icus,sing awale rambute icus ngombak dadi lurus.

"Innalilah!" si Darmaji karo Ponaji berpelukan ala Teletubbies, tapi untunge si Geje gak melu2, tapi kok yo ono sing aneh ndek wetenge Geje, halaaaaaah, tibakno Darmaji karo Ponaji berpelukan ndek wetenge Geje. "Aku wes ora joko maneh, hiks hiks ..."

"gaaaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkk....." icus bengok ambek mlayu koyok wong mari delok hantu.

Icus mlayu nang pelukan geje tibakno... "je.. kowe... koweeh.. koweeh... ra popo??" pas darmaji karo ponaji mari rangkulan, karo ngeculno geje, de'e ndelok... awake geje wes remuk... oh nooo....

Icus mbrebes mili gara2 ngesakno nasibe Geje, wes gak sido dikirim nang korea 5 taun,malah remuk saiki awake. Trus icus ninju2 kecil dodone darmaji karo ponaji gantian kyk pilm india,"darmaji nakal...ponaji nakal...saaken geje iki lho", tapi karo ketip2.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyyyyyyyyy," si Geje menggeliat2 dewe ndelok kelakuane Icus, sibuk ngebayangno piye lek Icus nowel2 dodone de'e. gilooooooo....... sempet2e seh arek iku akting India ngono? "Ora sudi aku ditinju2 dodone koyo ngono, genit!"

Darmaji berusaha nenangno icus. Darmaji ngerangkul karo ngomong :"iki kondisi penting, dadi kudhu profesional", ponaji ambek geje cuman iso geleng2.

"Heeeyyy.. sek ta lah... iki piye toh.. kita iki durung lomba melek2an piye toh wong2 iki.. geje kuabehh!!" cerocos ponaji ambe mlotot2...terus makbedunduk..... ya know what???

Darmadji ndlomong. "Lhooo... lHoo.. pon...." darmaji terbata-bata.

"Looo.. ponaji..", geje ngrangkul2 terbata-bata.

"OPO?? Ono opo??" jare POnaji emosi.

"Ponajii..."icus tp sing iki ora terbata-bata, malah ngelus ndek dodone ponaji.

"OPO sih arek2 iki??" ponaji tambah penasaran.

"MOTO mmuuuuu MOTOMUUUU MELOTOT PON".

"Wes jelas iki aku sing menang paklek,sampeyan minggato tutuk kene,wes muak aku",jare Ponaji karo senyum culas. "kowe pisan je,mau kan awakmu wes remuk,saiki kok mak jegagik tangi seger ngene?ancene arek geje tenan.Icus iki pisan..."karo ngomong ngono Ponaji noleh nang icus."Lho...icus nang ndi?"kaget Ponaji,moro2 icus ilang.

"Aku ndek kene, cak!" Icus awe2 ndek cedeke banget, "Jiaaaaaaaahhh, motomu iku lho lek melotot sing ukuran ta. Motomu iku pathing pecothot sampe sakmeter luwih, wong aku ono ndek sisimu, aku kan lagi ngelus2 dodomu iki, yo iyolah gak ndelok aku. Dilebokno meneh ae motomu, ben iso ndelok raiku sing imut iki," Icus mengerling2 genit.

Darmaji mlaku cedhek-e ponaji sambil gowo linggis :"motomu iku benakno gawe linggis iki, mosok arek ayu nang sebelahmu ora kethok". icus motone kedap kedup koyok bintang nang langit.

"Opo sihh wong wong iki... ribut ae.... endi? endi sing raine lucu iku?" ujug2 mamang teko.

"MAMANG...",jare Darmaji, Ponaji, Geje karo Icus barengan.

"Heh mang...utangmu mi goreng wingi durung mbok bayar hare..karepmu opo? Kene bayaren!!" moro2 onok Pak Alex pisan.

"Lhooooooooo, ternyata ndek kene Pak Alex," moro2 ono segerombolan polisi ketertiban teko, "Heh, warunge sampeyan ojo mangkal meneh ndek mburi, tak sun kapok kowe."

Pak Alex kebingungan, "Ampun Pak Polisi, ampuuuuuuuuun!"

"Ayo serbuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" Pak polisi karo konco2ne nyerbu Pak Alex, tapi sing disikan mlayu malah Darmaji dan kawan-kawan.

Akhire kabeh podo mlayu. Pak Polisi nguber Pak Alex, Pak Alex nguber Mamang, Mamang nguber Darmaji, Darmaji nguber Ponaji, Ponaji nguber Geje karo Icus.
Timbangane ora nguber opo2, akhire Geje karo Icus nguber2 bebek.

--- WES MARI ---

What-The-Hell Estafet Short-Story

I want to come back in time, when it feels like don't need anything to make serious, just fun we did. Yeah, one of them is our little project. Very undefined project, it is an estafet short story which I and my pals wrote when we're less of job that time ...

We followed the rule as we agreed here. So, this work is dedicated to you, Elly, Rizka, Dina, and Mpit.

I'm sorry if any of you don't know the meaning since we used our language here.
It leaves memory until now, make me ROFL (Rolling On Floor Laughing or anything :D). Thank you guys, for making me laugh until this time.

Here we go ...


1.30 AM
13 oktober 2006,
SARITEM, Bandung.

Aku terbangun dari tidurku, terkejut. Bayangan itu masih berdiri di beranda kamarku. Seekor kecoa berlarian di bawah kolong tempat tidurku. Kepalaku menoleh ke samping, klienku masih tertidur lelap. Langkahku gontai menuju wastafel, membasahi mukaku.

Buliran keringat membasahi baju piyamaku, Dingin tapi panas. Kulihat bayanganku sendiri di cermin, basah, kusut, berantakan. Tiba-tiba ada sekelebat bayangan melintas di belakang pintu. Aku berbalik cepat, tubuhku merapat pada wastafel, mataku membelalak mencari sumber bayangan itu.

"Daniel..." suara lembut itu memecah keheningan, Fyyuuh... client cantikku itu ternyata. Tante Sri, yang masih terlihat cantik di usia kepala empatnya mulai berjalan...mendekatiku dengan manja.

Tante Sri memeluk pinggangku mesra lalu memasukkan beberapa lembar uang ke dalam celana dalamku, "Ini bayaranmu untuk malam ini." Aku menuju kamar mandi, meninggalkan wanita paruh baya yang masih di ranjang dan berbenah sendirian.

Di kamar mandi, aku berfikir... mengapa aku bodoh sekali membuat kamar yang wastafelnya beda tempat dengan kamar mandi... aku heran!. Keherananku tidak berlangsung lama, karena sejurus kemudian terdengar ketukan di pintu kamar mandi. Aku berani menebak bahwa itu adalah Tante Sri yang menyuruhku untuk segera keluar dari kamar mandi karena memang jam-jam segini jadwal dia untuk nyetor ke WC sekaligus mandi besar.

Aku berlama-lama di kamar mandi, jijik akan diriku sendiri. Daniel..apa yang telah kau perbuat??... Setelah Om Doni, sekarang Tante Sri? Bukankah kau dulu yang menjadi saksi pernikahan mereka berdua..setelah pernikahan pertama Om Doni dan pernikahan keempat Tante Sri yang gagal. Tetapi kenapa kau lebih menikmatinya bila melakukannya bersama Om Doni? Aku mengingat kembali wajah dan pesan ibuku, ajaran-ajarannya, argggh aku sungguh..sungguh hina.

"Daniel sayang.. aku harus pulang... sedang apa sih kamu di dalam, Hon?" Teriak manja Tante Sri membuyarkan lamunanku. Aku menggerutu di dalam hati, aku masih ingin berlama-lama di kamar mandi..tak kuhiraukan teriakan Tante Sri. Aku ingin kabur dari tempat di mana kenistaan ini tumbuh tak berakhir. Aku mengambil pistol yang sengaja aku simpan di dalam penampungan air toilet. Oh iya... pistol ini sudah lama aku simpan dengan dibungkus plastik, biar gak karatan. Kulihat pistol itu lamat-lamat, masih terukir inisial DB di pelatuknya.

DB, aku tak tahu apa itu? Apakah mungkin itu adalah merknya? Kutarik pelatuknya.

"Desssinnng...." kulihat tante Sri dihadapanku, berdiri terpaku seperti menahan sakit, Darah membasahi selimut lorengku yang ia kenakan. Aku terkejut, kenapa tiba-tiba ada tante Sri disitu, padahal pintu kamar mandi sudah aku kunci dari dalam? Mungkinkah....

Dalam seketika aku langsung pingsan karena aku tahu semua kejadian itu tak masuk akal bagiku, masih mistis, dan susah dijelaskan oleh logika. Aku berusaha membuka mataku, ku lihat samar-samar bayangan orang duduk di samping kiriku.

"Niel..daniel.. bangun lw!!...Heh!! jam 7 Bro!! katanya suruh bangunin..., gwe mo cabut nih" samar-samar kulihat sosok itu... si pengkor... teman sekamarku. Si Pengkor menggoyang-goyang tubuhku dengan semangat "Bangun woi...ato elo mau ketinggalan mata kuliah Bu Sri yang tuwir tapi bahenol ituh??"

Tiba-tiba aku terbangun dengan mata masih belum fokus, lalu berpikir dalam hati "Sejak kapan Bu Sri jadi bahenol?" sampai kusadari bahwa aku masih berada di toilet, lalu ke mana tadi si Pengkor?

Aaarrghh.... masa iya aku juga tertarik sama si pengkor?? God..dammit!! terkutuk sekali aku.. si pengkor?? Febri?? pria gay itu... Ya tuhan ada apa dengan aku??.. Tapi sedetik tadi aku merasa bahwa Febri terlihat ganteng sekali..aaaarrrrggghhh,,sepertinya hari ini aku harus berkonsultasi mengenai kemungkinan aku tertular kelainan seksual karena tinggal sekamar bersama pria gay.

"Heeeeeey, gue masih normal kaleeeee," jeritku lantang, "Tante Sriiiiiii, katakanlah kalau kau sangat menikmati permainan ranjangku beberapa saat lalu!"

Tiba-tiba Pengkor A.K.A Febri masuk... dari sosoknya yang tegap dan tampan tiba..tiba... "Hey..hey... knp kau meneriakkan namaku.. Tante Sri itu nama malamku niel... Tentu sayang..aku sangat ingat permainanmu... begitu..menggoda... EEeerrrr..." Febri alias Pengkor menggeliat2 dihadapanku... tidaaaakkkkkkk

--- T A M A T ---

11:11

What's exactly happening on that 11:11?

For the first time, I didn't realize that it came up a couple times, say hi to me as if it is human being make a greeting to me. Almost everyday, my eyes often crawl intuitively the digital clock in the right below corner of my computer desktop, and it displays 11:11. It makes me creepy at once. But, it's just a number, hell yeah I was into silly imagination which I shouldn't have taken care of.

After that, I didn't really care about it until I got no purpose watching my friend's status in her messenger. She said "my life is fullfilled by 11:11". Then I remember my last concern and let me to say inside my feeling, "Il Signo Dio, There's something ..."

All of a sudden, I search anything about 11:11. I think it's a fascinating stuff to discuss and criticize. Here is what I found about the 11:11 ...

You're supposed to make a wish a 11:11 & it's supposed to come true. Every time we see 11:11 on the clock that it's the universes way of letting you know that you're on the right path, in other words, it is some sort of a message from a higher power. It's just like when you see a shooting star you see it and make a wish .. it sometimes comes true and sometimes doesn't.

There's (maybe) a superstitious thing inside 11:11. I'm not exactly sure but I want to share this article. Click Spoiler to see it.

Source : www.1111spiritguardians.com

How often have you noticed the numbers 11:11, 12:12, 10:10, 22:22, 12:34, 2:22, 3:33, 4:44 or 5:55 popping up all over the place? These number sequences are not necessarily only time prompts. They can also be number sequences, like 333, 1111 etc. To your mind, is this a coincidence, or are they too frequent to be random? Perhaps you are puzzled or amused by this phenomenon? Possibly even a little bit nervous? The question everyone is asking is 'What does 11:11 mean?' and 'Is there a reason for this?' And there certainly is.

Millions of folks all around the world are now seeing these amazing 11:11 prompts. They are folks of all colours, all religions, all beliefs. It's spreading, and becoming far more common; it's become a major phenomenon. Someone or something is causing all these folks to look at clocks, number plates, phone numbers or any source of numbers even when they make no effort themselves to look for these things. You can even change your clocks in the house, and you will still be prompted, at the 'wrong' time. You can't stop it, because YOU aren't doing it. Sometimes you will even see these numbers flashing after a power outage, even though digital clocks are supposed to reset to 12:00, not 11:11 or 12:12!

These 11:11 Wake-Up Calls on your digital clocks, mobile phones, VCR’s and microwaves are the 'trademark' prompts of a group of just 1,111 fun-loving Spirit Guardians, or Angels, and the 11:11 prompt is their way of using our innate ability for pattern recognition to let us know that they are here. Once they have your attention, they will use other digits, like 12:34, or 2:22 to remind you of their presence. Invisible to our eyes, they are very real.

Our earthly 1,111 Spirit Guardians, often called 'Midwayers,' have been assisting folks of all walks of life for many centuries. George Barnard, the original human member of the 11:11 Progress Group, has been privileged to call them his family, his coworkers, friends and teachers for almost 60 years. Get an introduction into some of George's experiences in 'From the Desk of George Barnard'.

Some folks also notice lights going out or on when they pass by, such as street lights. They may also hear the door bell ring, yet there is no one in sight. It's all due to our fun loving midway friends. They will use almost any electrically controlled device to get your attention. They can and will change traffic lights, but we have found that often damages the electronic circuits, so we don't suggest you ask for that.

Sign up for the 11:11 Email Mailing List to receive the beautiful uplifting messages from various types of Celestial Beings. Members of the 11:11 Progress Group receive these communications on an almost daily basis. The new ones are sent to the email list, and posted on our message board. Some of the past messages are found in the Celestial Message pages and on our sister sites. Also, you can go to our 11:11 Message Board site to connect with other 11'ers, and share your experiences. There is even a specific 11:11 forum dealing with the Akashic Construct, a CD that is revolutionizing how people make contact with their guides.

A new age of 'Spiritual Uplift' has begun on our planet. There are now literally billions of Celestial beings here, all of whom have been especially trained to assist with changing the course of this planet. Many more of these delightful Spirit Guardians are now ready to assist whoever will ask for their help. As a tribute to the centuries-long tenure of the original 1,111 Celestial Helpers, they have retained the customary 11:11 prompts. We are told that over 75 million folks are being given these 11:11 prompts, and a glance around the web will tell you something big is happening. Welcome to being an 11'er.

So, what will you believe????

Is it healthy to never cry?

Is it healthy to never cry?
Is it obvious if we didn't cry for a long time makes our eyes feelin' bad or just the emotion inside won't come up a whole like we burden ourselves with something depressed? Yeah, that's what I feel right now. I don't know why, suddenly I'm about to feel blue, love to be intimated by someone who cares me, and love to be loved in the distinctive way which I never have before. So, to cope with it by myself, I just search the song which makes me -maybe- wanna cry a river. And the winner goes to ... the song performed by Josh Kelley, titled Just Say The Word.

This song succeeded to make me feeling blue, hux hux ...
But, note that .... I haven't cried yet, even by listening this sad song and comprehend deeply the lyrics, aaaarrrrgghhh ...

The tears don't fall down thou, I still feeling blue while listening this song. My heart was crying but my eyes weren't.

Just check out the song and the lyrics below. Would you like to cry for this song? If it isn't, please recommend me to another song. I wanna cryyyyyyyyyy ...

"Just Say The Word"

I'm holdin' on
To pictures on my telephone
And I know that I should let you go
But it's hard to break away.
I ask around
And I wonder what you're doing now
But I hear that you've been going out
A little more these days.

Well, I can't lie that I think from time to time
How you're doing
But don't hang up cause
What I really meant to say is

Everything's wrong, nothing's going right
Just know that I'm not hard to find.
So just say the word and I'll race to you tonight
And I'll be right there by your side...holding on.

Remember when
We were further than you'd ever been
And I think about it now and then;
It takes me to that place.
When I pretend
That I'm better than I've ever been
Well at least that's what I tell my friends
Cause I can't show my face

Well, I can't lie that I think from time to time
How you're doing.
But don't hang up cause
What I really meant to say

Everything's wrong and nothing's going right
Just know that I'm not hard to find.
So just say the word and I'll race to you tonight
And I'll be right there by your side

It's hard enough to believe in something
More than just pretend.
And just because we both know it's over
We could still be friends.

Everything's wrong and nothing's going right
Just know that I'm not hard to find.
So just say the word and I'll race to you tonight
And I'll be right there by your side

And I'll be right there by your side
[repeat]

The Original Indonesian Ghost

1. Kuntilanak

Kuntilanak figure is depicted in the form of a beautiful woman. Kuntilanak is described as a creepy ghost who'd like to threaten the villagers for revenge. When she appears, she is always accompanied by fragrant flowers from frangipani. It is said that men who are not being carefully, could be killed after kuntilanak transformed into the blood sucker. Kuntilanak also loves to eat babies and harm pregnant women. In the scary stories and horror movies on TV Malaysia, kuntilanak is described to who kill prey by sucking their blood in the neck, such a vampire always did. However, based on Sundanese tradition, kuntilanak does not have a hole in her back and only interfere with the appearance alone. The kind of ghost who has a hole in the back as described above is called Sundel Bolong. Kuntilanak reportedly also loves to live in a certain tree as a place to reside.

2. Sundel Bolong

Sundel bolong in the myth of a Indonesian ghost is depicted as a woman whose long hair and white long-dressed. There's also described about the formation of holes in the back of a slightly closed her long hair so that the organs in the abdomen could've been seen. It is said that Sundel Bolong died because of being raped and gave birth to her son from the grave. Usually Sundel Bolong is also described loves to take the babies who had just been born.

3. Tuyul

Toyol (Javanese: thuyul) in the mythology of the archipelago, especially in Java, is a ghost intangible child or a runt with a shaved head. Other depictions that people don't deal was a silvery skin, socialize (it means that toyol has communities and leaders), and their voice is like a chicken. Toyol be employed by a human employer for certain reasons, mainly stealing (money). To counteract tuyul, people put crab in the corner of the house because tuyul likes crab so he will forget all the main errands. Tuyul is believed comes from people who miscarried fetuses or infants who died at birth. Because it comes from the baby, tuyul has the same characters withchildren: likes to play (at midnight).

4. Pocong

Pocong is depicted in many version. It is said, Pocong has a green face with empty eyes. The other portrayal stated, Pocong has flat-face and has a hole or hollow eyes covered by cotton with pale faces. Those who believe in ghosts assumes, Pocong is a form of protest from the dead who had forgotten to open the head bond prior to his grave. Although Pocong is often portrayed in the movie that he'd moved his body by jumping, but the myths stated Pocong moved by floating. This may be because it's just the movie - Pocong cast could not move his legs so that they just able to move by jumping up and down. Belief in the existence of Pocong is only came up in Indonesia, especially in Java and Sumatra. Although the description based on Muslim tradition, people of other faiths also were able to recognize existence of this ghost.

5. Genderuwo

Genderuwo is a type of the genie or spirits of a big-body and reddish black colored-skin ape-like human, his body is covered with dense hair growing in the entire body. Genderuwo is especially known in the community from Java (Sundanese called "gandaruwo" and the Javanese called it "gendruwo"). Their favorite habitats are watery stone, old buildings, large trees or shady corners of the quiet and dark valley. The domicile center of this creature is believed to be in Donoloyo Teak Forest, Sloghimo district, about 60 km to the east side of Wonogiri, and in Lemah Putih, Purwosari, Girimulyo, Kulon Progo about 6 km to the west of Yogyakarta.

6. Wewe Gombel

Wewe Gombel is a term in Javanese tradition, which means evil spirit or ghost that likes stealing the children, but did not harm them. It is said that the stolen children are children who abandoned and neglected by her parents. Wewe Gombel will usually scare parents of the child upon their attitude and treatment to their children until they are realized. After the parents of child had realized, Wewe Gombel will return their son/daughter.

According to the story, Wewe Gombel is the spirit of a woman who died committed suicide because being pursued by the community for having killed her husband. The incident occurred after the husband of the woman was having an affair with another woman. The husband did it because his wife could not give him children. Finally, she was shunned and hated her husband and then excluded until she became mad and homeless.

Wewe Gombel called because the incident occurred in the area in Gombel, Semarang. If we drive from Jatingaleh toward Banyumanik, it will show the former beer ads. That's the location where Wewe Gombel usually lives. Some people mentioned that the location is a kingdom of ghosts. According to the story, it caused a hotel located on the hillside location Gombel become bankrupt.

7. Leak

In Balinese mythology, Leak was the wicked witch. Le means witches and ak means evil. Leak can only be seen at night by shamans of leak hunters. In the afternoon he looked like ordinary people, while at night he was in the cemetery to find the internal organs of human body which are used to make magic potions. Magic potion that can transform leak shape into a tiger, monkey, pig or the like Rangda. If necessary, he can also take the organs from living people.

8. Rangda

Rangda is the queen of the leak in the mythology of Bali. This fearsome creature is to be said often kidnap and eat children and lead the wicked witch army against Barong, which is a symbol of good strength. Told that the queen Rangda most likely comes from Manendradatta who lived on the island of Java in the 11th century. She was exiled by king Dharmodayana because she was accused doing witchcraft against two queens of his own. According to the legend she had his revenge by killing half people in the kingdom, which later would be owned by her and Dharmodayana's son, Erlangga. Then he was replaced by wise man. The name of Rangda is coming from the meaning of a widow. Rangda is very important for Balinese mythology. Battle against Barong or against Erlangga are often exhibited in the dance. This dance is very popular and an important legacy in the tradition of Bali. Rangda described as a woman with along disheveled hair and long nails, scary face and teeth sharp.

9. Kuyang

Kuyang an intangible phantom human head with the organs of the body without the skin attached and limbs that can fly to find the baby's blood. This creature is popular in Kalimantan. Kuyang is actually a man (woman) that executes the teaching of black magic to achieve eternal life.

At noon, a kuyang will behave as an ordinary person, but he usually wore robes. In the night, kuyang will fly to find the baby's blood or parturition blood to be sucked as a means of increasing his power. People usually see kuyang fly like a giant bird. To deal with it, the victims need to use a broom or banged house furniture like a pot or pan.

10. Palasik

According to stories, legends or beliefs of the Minangkabau, Palasik is a kind of supernatural beings. Palasik is not a ghost but human beings who have high-level black magic. Palasik terribly feared by mothers of Minangkabau who has a toddler because palasik likes to eat infants / toddlers, both still in the womb or the dead (buried), depending on the type of the palasik. Palasik power is hereditary. If the parents are a palasik then her son is going to be palasik. In general, palasik do works by detaching their head. There was a body that runs for ate and there was also the head hovering foraging.

Quotes of Yours

We all know what is Quote. Based on Wikipedia, A quotation is the repetition of one expression as part of another one, particularly when the quoted expression is well-known or explicitly attributed (as by citation) to its original source. But based on LEO, A quotation is a reference to an authority or a citation of an authority.

Well, maybe those definition is belong to scientific meaning, but in our daily, quote means everything - it can be word or doing - which can be refered to as an example of simple life but worthy and strong, suggestion of life essence, and brainwashing of wrong paradigm.

All we know, the quotes were spoken by well-known people. I have read those quotes, bunch of those are worth and give a spirit to me, but any of rest is untraceable - I means I don't know what is the essence of the quote itself and make me confused.

But now, forget about the well-known people's quote because everything inside us can be worthy and speak a quote either. From this post, I just want encourage you to donate the quote of yourself. You are forbidden to quote from another source, but you have to quote by yourselves, because we are worthy person, everything in ourselves is precious. So why don't you quote yourself here?

OK, first of all, I want to donate my quote. The quote is what I have written to my blog header:

"I am just an undefined guy at the undefined place on the undefined time"
- Eriek Sobieski -

The quote is not only depicting myself, but yours. I just think that everyone is still undefined who is limited by space and time. Everything is still uncertain, vague, and greys. You can't judge that you are defined person with every activities you do projecting the clear things with sequenced procedures.

Everyone has no-absolute-thing yet. Don't step over and don't be easy to be pride of yourself. Learn, be aware, think, and dig yourself up to be a better person.

How about your quotes?

Question and Answer

Here we go, I just wanna make it as a simple game in your meantime. Not really as a game. It's just a question-and-answer-thing that you want to ask and answer. The mechanism is as follows:

First of all, you have to answer the question which is asked in the previous comment post. (You must give one or more answer honestly, or if you are still confused with the answer, let it as opinion)

And then, you must give a question (Remember! Just one question!) that you will give to next person who want to answer it.

It's simple, huh? OK, let's the game begin. Let me give a first question for the first.


Q : What is your full name?

Let's Build the Estafet Story

Get bored to build your story into some piece of art by yourself?
OK then, come and join with me to build the estafet story, I think it's fun.

RULES:

1. The story will be written in English as a primary language
   (The other language is permitted, but not as primary language)


2. Each person can only give 1 sentence to continue the latest sequence of story.
   (A sentence is characterized by which is ended with punctuation as follows:
   - periode "."
   - question mark "?"
   - exclamation mark "!"
   except if it is the dialog sentence (direct speech) that is spoken by a person, it is permitted to finish the dialog sentence by ignoring the punctuation of sentence.)


3. The genre of the story is undefined, let it flows as it is.


4. To continue the story, please copy and paste first the whole story and then append your sentence, after that you can post it as comment.


5. It is forbidden to append your sentence consecutively with more than one comment, because it is estafet. Let the other person continue what you write.

Dare you to write our story? Ok then, let's the story begin....



07.00

Opera mini got stuck!!!

It began from 2 days ago, when I tried to browse internet via my handphone. I always use Opera mini v4.1 to browse. But when I tried and tried again, my Opera mini got stuck. For the first time, I thought that it was just because of the weak signal of my GPRS. But when I tried it again next day, I felt suspicious. Then i just said, "No, it is not about the signal, there's something else that causes I cannot browse anything from my handphone".

Then I told my friends about my problem. I let them try accessing internet through their handphone (they use Opera mini to browse). The same problem occured on their handphone. I was still dissatisfied, then I called my friends in another city and get them browse internet through their handphone. Unfortunately, they had the same problem like me. So, from this fact, I know that it's not the BTS signal problem because there's barely possibility to have the same problem with our different BTS in two city. Then I concluded that the problem was not in signal and not in handphone itself.

I'm still curious. What happened to my handphone???

I tried to use ebuddy and ymtiny application to do chat in mobile phone, and there was success. Wow, now i know the problem source. It is from Opera mini. So, what happened to Opera mini??? I'm absolutely don't know....

Until now, my Opera mini got stuck, cannot connect to internet, and I wonder why. Are there any maintenance on Opera mini??? Or I'm just a fool which blind of technology so that I cannot operate Opera mini as easy as you??? Please help me ...

T__T

Tips To Be Fat

Hooo, here i am, still be a skinny guy, want to engage you all who has the same problem like me, to do FAT PROGRAM. The listed point below will show you how to make a FAT inside your flesh.

1. Do sport
By sport, our body will be healthy, it stimulates the body part to be functionally work well. Try to do sport 1 time in a week.

2. Drink milk
Beside making healthy, the milk is able to make us fat, especially full cream. It is suggested to drink full cream milk 2 times a day.

3. Chew our food
When the food goes to our mouth, don't be lazy to chew it until flabby. We must do this in order to help bilge do digestion, moreover when we eat undigestable food, because there are no more teeth in other parts of our body except in our mouth.

4. Eat regularly
Everyday we have to eat our main food regularly. Always have a breakfast in the morning, have lunch on time, and then have a dinner. And among of them, we can eat all the small and light food (I mean snack, heuheuheu)

5. The kind of food
The kind of food we consume is measured by our activity. If we are a mobile person (EMANGNYA HAPE???), so eat everything which contains carbohydrate or fat. When the carbohydrate or fat composition is over the limit of what we need, they are will be stocked in our body, different from the protein which is not be stocked in our body.

6. Check your healthiness
If we had ever been fat before and then become skinny, try to check your healthiness to doctor. If it was not because of the disease, then we can feel the result in a month.

Go or Die???

Recently, I felt stressed out about everything happened in my job. There are so many problems in software development/debugging I work for. I'm a newbie in samsung, so when I'm faced to many problems on hundred-thousand-lines source code, suddenly I feel dizzy, and cannot believe that I am still alive. Maybe for four years I had experienced all kind of programming language. But for this time, I am defeated, I have lost, got terrible asthma, heartache, and many more suffer (is it hyperbole?)

The point is, I am not really already for this job assignment. As for me, the programming language that I handle is what I know for the long time, but it's different. The programming language is used to set DVD-player. During this time, that I know is how to implement software about computer application. It was really really software, but that I handle in my job is related to hardware. How to build software that controls hardware and bla bla bla make me learn so much but my brain was so full depressed (don't imagine that I had hydrocephalus).

The speed of learning about my job was so fast. I think it is too fast for me. I'm sure that I'll be able to manage it. With my partner, Renita (she is my granny, don't talk too much about her, she is so sensitive person), I want to attack the storm, defeat the hazardous ocean that we'll pass. As my granny (Renita) said, "The smooth sea will make an unskilled mariners", so it's a taboo for us to be defeated by erverything.