Labyrinth V .challenge in hide-and-seek.

Labyrinth V .system of rain:rainbow.

"Pelangiku"

(performed by Sherina)

Titik - titik hujan, masih membasahi
Kala kau menyapa, pelangiku
Ingin kuberlari, jumpa bidadari
Bawalah aku pergi, bersamamu
Bisikkan kisah yang lucu
Nyanyikanlah lagu merdumu
Merah, kuning, jingga dan ungu
Sentuhkan warnamu dalam gaunku

Ingin ku menari
Hingga kau sembunyi
Rindu pelangiku, datang lagi



"Lane Navachi"

(Lunascape)

.  .  .

She does not like me.
She does not like me.

Somebody shot her in the rainbow on Lane Navachi,
She never ran to save her own life
in a pretty cold jail.

.  .  .

Hehe...

[my favorite puzzle room in Mystery Case Files-Ravenhearst]

Oh, look at the doll's head, and the menacing eyes...

Efek Domino Kecolongan HP

1. I was voluntarily freed from responsibilities for about one month (until I got the new one)
2. No more alarm clock, I woke up by instinct
3. My eyes started being sensitive to any nearest wartel
4. My mother bought me new ones: A modem-HP
5. My mother bought a new one for her, and gave her old HP to me

:: modem-HP with free internet connection for 6 months
= bye, comlabs! see you next cemester!
= everyday web surfing
= abandoned assignments + easier browsing for assignments also
= laborously finishing assignments within the last minutes (dan Sang Pemilik Labirin dengan begitu murah hati tetap mengizinkan dosen-dosen memberi nilai diatas B - but I don't know what would be the result of the one giant assignment I'm still working on >.<)
= greedily downloading both treasures and bric-a-bracs
= become a blog freak

.= happy [if I also consider my time management]
.= rather unhappy [if I forget the time]
.= unhappy [if I get nothing after investing my time here]

:: new other HP with ergonomic design
= lots of personalization
= rely my wake up time upon external forces again
= back to my less care about environment
= take extreme measure to guard the new one

Despite some fortunes I got on the domino-effects, the main point is still that my cellphone's gone caused by my sloopiness.

Fortunately, I'm not Sherlock Holmes. How shame he would be to find one of his valuable material things being stolen. You can imagine: a fierce hunting owl with penetrating gaze, who had the well-known eyes that could look through anything like laser, got distracted (even just for a second) and something he had in his pocket moved to the hand of a thief!

Oh dear me. If I were him, I'd be really embarassed...

Ennea-cats, 5|7...

Searching for Amaranthus gangeticus?

. . .

Caress the one

The never-fading rain in your heart

The tears of snow-white sorrow

Caress the one, the hiding Amaranth

In a land of the daybreak

Reaching, searching for something untouched

Hearing voices of the never-fading calling

. . .

-Amaranth, by Nightwish

A Rose and an Amaranth blossomed side by side in a garden,

and the Amaranth said to her neighbour,

"How I envy you your beauty and your sweet scent!

No wonder you are such a universal favourite."

But the Rose replied with a shade of sadness in her voice,

"Ah, my dear friend, I bloom but for a time:

my petals soon wither and fall, and then I die.

But your flowers never fade, even if they are cut;

for they are everlasting."

-Aesop

I’ve been gathering my puzzles, but until this time, the vision of mine’s still covered with thick mists. All I see is just the siluet. What is the three-dimensional shape of my future life?

Roses are abundant all my way through the labyrinth. They’re distracting, deceiving, yet some are worth as temporary shelters when trivial storms come. But ‘temporary’ will always be ‘temporary’. I must find other elixir which can defeat the time: the Amaranth. Now, in this juncture of my 5^th Labyrinth, my heart can see it, but my eyes can’t – not yet.

What are you?

Where are you?

Mais, mes respectable visiteurs, don’t get me wrong, all the above words are just expressions, not complaints. I’m a kind of person that’ll never be exhausted en jouer a la cache-cache (playing hide and seek). Spending my life searching for answers, I never fail – never (at least referring to my experience on earth for 21 years). I believe this happen to every seekers as well. It’s just about context of time which I depend on the Owner of the Labyrinth who knows what’s best for us the hunters.

Alors mon Amaranth, nous continuons notre jouer a la cache-cache? B-)

NB:

Talking about playing hide and seek, it’s curious that I have never taken the role of hiding. Searching-finding-searching-finding, not searching-finding-hiding-found-searching…

Mais bien sure! C’est vraiment simple, evidement! Le solution est existe dans une histoire de l’éléphant et de la fourmi, plus un concept de le contexte. Voilà tout.

Labyrinth V: "The Perfect Scheme" .3.

Dear Mr. Frey,

First of all, I'd like to tell you that the letter you read by now is nothing more than an expression of my gratitude upon your acceptance to my project, my proposed solution to your particular problem.

It's very kind of you to trust that intricate puzzle of yours on my head and hands - I meant it. But maybe I made a mistake in your language. Look, what I'm going to say is, how many people trust me, a slow-headed mental tinkerer, an amateur treasure hunter, to look after their matters? Very little, undoubtedly. Then you must comprehend that it's really an honor to have a man of intelligence and ingenious leadership like you among my clients.

On top of that, I couldn't find any more pleasuring fact than to know that from your statement in our last meeting, you're willing to put my puzzle solution on to the real world - that is, to test my system. But since my solution is still on the way to its maturity, your understanding made you give me more time. The true deadline given by the outer labyrinth is within next 30 days. However, I'll make any probable effort that make me accomplish completing all the system details in the next 10 days.

I wish I could speak like Sherlock Holmes when he's assigned to catch Arsène Lupin in 10 days: "I swear it, on my honour." - then he indeed succeeded caught Arsène Lupin in 10 days. Well, I must confess that I couldn't promise anything in some exact-time for I now know that I'm even not mature enough yet to measure my capabilities of carrying out important matters.

But there's one thing to be sure: you could count on my words that I would never abandon my responsibilities at Frey's Square.

Sincerely yours,

Fin,
The Treasure Hunter

Labyrinth V: "The Perfect Scheme" .2.

failed? or just not it's time..yet?

why failed?

false metaphor? false sign?

false interpretation?

false measurement?

inadequate self-knowing?

or.. THE LABYRINTH'S GONE? ENTIRELY?! funny! ha! ha!



.  .  .

– En ce cas, Monsieur Lupin, ai-je tort de répéter que dans
dix jours ma besogne sera achevée ?

– Dans dix jours, oui, toute la vérité vous sera connue.
– Et vous serez arrêté.
– Non.
– Non ?
– Il faut, pour que je sois arrêté, un concours de
circonstances si invraisemblable, une série de mauvais hasards
si stupéfiants, que je n’admets pas cette éventualité.
– Ce que ne peuvent ni les circonstances ni les hasards
contraires, la volonté et l’obstination d’un homme le pourront,
Monsieur Lupin.
– Si la volonté et l’obstination d’un autre homme
n’opposent à ce dessein un obstacle invincible, Monsieur
Sholmès.
– Il n’y a pas d’obstacle invincible, Monsieur Lupin.
Le regard qu’ils échangèrent fut profond, sans provocation
d’une part ni de l’autre, mais calme et hardi. C’était le battement
de deux épées qui engagent le fer. Cela sonnait clair et franc.

– À la bonne heure, s’écria Lupin, voici quelqu’un ! Un
adversaire, mais c’est l’oiseau rare, et celui-là est Herlock
Sholmès ! On va s’amuser.

– Dix jours. Nous sommes aujourd’hui dimanche. De
mercredi en huit, tout sera fini.
– Et je serai sous les verrous ?
– Sans le moindre doute.

.  .  .

--ARSÈNE LUPIN CONTRE HERLOCK SHOLMES, Maurice Leblanc

Labyrinth V: "The Perfect Scheme" .1.

failed? or just not it's time..yet?

why failed?

false metaphor? false sign?

false interpretation?



.  .  .

– Allons donc, s’écria Herlock, en frappant la table du
poing, ce n’est pas à moi qu’il faut conter de telles sornettes.
Que les imbéciles s’y laissent prendre, soit, mais pas le vieux
renard que je suis.
– Ce qui veut dire ?
– Ce qui veut dire…
Sholmès prit un temps, comme s’il voulait ménager son
effet. Enfin il formula :
– Le diamant bleu qu’on a découvert dans la poudre
dentifrice est un diamant faux. Le vrai, vous l’avez gardé.

Arsène Lupin demeura un instant silencieux, puis, très
simplement, les yeux fixés sur l’Anglais :
– Vous êtes un rude homme, Monsieur.
– Un rude homme, n’est-ce pas ? souligna Wilson, béant
d’admiration.
– Oui, affirma Lupin, tout s’éclaire, tout prend son véritable
sens. Pas un seul des juges d’instruction, pas un seul des
journalistes spéciaux qui se sont acharnés sur ces affaires, n’ont
été aussi loin dans la direction de la vérité. C’est miraculeux
d’intuition et de logique.
– Peuh ! fit l’Anglais flatté de l’hommage d’un tel
connaisseur, il suffisait de réfléchir.
– Il suffisait de savoir réfléchir, et si peu le savent !

.  .  .

--ARSÈNE LUPIN CONTRE HERLOCK SHOLMES, Maurice Leblanc