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the storiette: Please come On Friday at the Old Temple Defenderse
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Wednesday, February 24, 2010. Please come On Friday at the Old Temple Defenderse. For now, the look in my eyes, just-style fascism Malays. I'm afraid, George . ". Or they can not be separated, as a descendant of fabric, right? Ah, George, you like jokes. And your hard ideology . But, frankly, I do not like Darwin . ". But in a conversation on the phone, often there are thousands of Goerge catching flash of disappointment languishing in every Siti words. Yes Wounds of the past . ". Yes Living fiction, fic...
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the storiette: BLACK CAT
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Sunday, February 21, 2010. When does he come to me? I thought this day. In motion the wind pounding the ship, I'm getting ready. I fastened my seat belt. We in height. But what's the use of this belt? I was expecting the engine to die. Then hit the reef. Or drowned in the sea. So that's when the wait: Death to fetch me. I wanted to see death. In its original form. Not sleeping. Means I have to wake up. Rolled his eyes. Feel it slice by slice. As people munched pizza. This guy is not crazy! They hugged me...
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the storiette: February 2010
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Thursday, February 25, 2010. I flounder in the room. If I die it would be sorry. I have not met him. I'm not satisfied to beat. I just slapped him. Slap him. Slap with full force. He roared. I reach her hair. Shut up! I say, still you're a whore. I'll kill you. He was silent, sobbing in the corner. My chest rippled, like the sea. But now I've become the devil. Full of desire to torture. Like the misguided religious rituals. You heard me! This woman is like junk. Sitting on the bed. His face was b...So th...
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the storiette: Lord's Shoes
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Sunday, February 14, 2010. A young sergeant was to prevent the suspect grabbed a small bag from the table when Lieutenant Sardi entered. Authority is hanging on the shoulders of a small fanfare Lieutenant halt in the interrogation room without the slightest effort is wasted. The Sergeant removed his grip, letting the suspect grabbed the bag and hugged it tightly. The situation under control. The suspect's friend. Used. Friend at the same time, secretly, adversaries. Learn how I solve this case.". Sergean...
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the storiette: Dead man
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Thursday, February 25, 2010. I flounder in the room. If I die it would be sorry. I have not met him. I'm not satisfied to beat. I just slapped him. Slap him. Slap with full force. He roared. I reach her hair. Shut up! I say, still you're a whore. I'll kill you. He was silent, sobbing in the corner. My chest rippled, like the sea. But now I've become the devil. Full of desire to torture. Like the misguided religious rituals. You heard me! This woman is like junk. Sitting on the bed. His face was b...So th...
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the storiette: in the afternoon
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Thursday, February 18, 2010. A houndred houses surrounded by water in jakarta. this flood came from ciliwung river. the city south jakarta, bogor have a heavy rain for 2 days tomorrow and the water falling down by rivers to jakarta. because this city surface is lower than sea. so flood is become bussines as usual. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). UN court acquits Serb ultranationalist Seselj of all counts. Allah maha pengampun tapi manusia tidak. Life and Let Die in Jakarta. Another picture of the lake.
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the storiette: Ripin
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Monday, February 15, 2010. When his friends scattered to the highway, Ripin was painstakingly counted the number of marbles won. That afternoon, not least crossed his mind that his childhood would soon be over. Twenty-two, maybe more. He quickly put the marbles into his pocket and hurried after his flock. Initially, Ripin plans to follow wherever the herd ran, but he heard the announcement over the loudspeaker that made him stop. Among ketipung music and car engine, he heard a faint sound, like the s...
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the storiette: THE RAIN
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Friday, February 12, 2010. February 12th. Rains falling down. never stop a whole day. it make flood in kampong pulo. jakarta now is wet and slippery. water everywhere. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). UN court acquits Serb ultranationalist Seselj of all counts. Allah maha pengampun tapi manusia tidak. Life and Let Die in Jakarta. Jakarta selalu membangun jalan. namun kendaraan selalu bertambah banyak. Mareka berlomba menjadi yang terdepan. Tanah yang terbatas dan lahan yang sempi.
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the storiette: Dead for Reasons
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Sunday, February 21, 2010. Toward the end of the rainy season, flooding Gung time. The current violent homes had been dragged some residents Hamlet Greetings, clumsy, and Hamlet Sembung. Long bridge that connects the capital with regional tourism district collapsed CACABAN floods swallowed. The tragedy was a provincial newspaper headlines. I read it with feeling hurts. Somewhat hasty call home boss. I repeatedly apologized for waking up a new boss. "Did you already read the paper today? Ah, yes, yes!
