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SILENT of TWILIGHT: Bali, Poverty and Pauperization
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Monday, November 3, 2008. Bali, Poverty and Pauperization. One of reason that we don’t want to admit, why the bomb tragedy in Kuta few years ago made Bali paralyze immediately, is because Bali is poor! So, when the only one asset was completely crushed, immediately we realized, that we, that Bali, didn’t have anything! Nothing could be sold to make the tourists come and brought their small change for us. Moving to another job, that was impossible! 8220;At the moment, how small the incident that disturbs ...
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SILENT of TWILIGHT: FALLING STAR
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Monday, November 24, 2008. 8220;Dear, where does the falling star go? 8221; asked the girl to: whether to her lover, whether to her friend, whether to her chemistry teacher, whether to her English teacher, whether her head master, whether her father, whether her mother, whether her older brother, whether her little brother, whether her neighbor, whether herself, whether her dream, whether her fantasy, whether ……. Would you, would you be the falling star? Dear, Would you, would you be the falling star?
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SILENT of TWILIGHT: November 2008
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Monday, November 24, 2008. 8220;Dear, where does the falling star go? 8221; asked the girl to: whether to her lover, whether to her friend, whether to her chemistry teacher, whether to her English teacher, whether her head master, whether her father, whether her mother, whether her older brother, whether her little brother, whether her neighbor, whether herself, whether her dream, whether her fantasy, whether ……. Would you, would you be the falling star? Dear, Would you, would you be the falling star?
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SILENT of TWILIGHT: December 2008
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Tuesday, December 23, 2008. Foto by gembong ismadi. But every day this married couple thought, that now their child had begun to school and grew up. The life cost and the school needs of their child would more than before. There was no just to make the kitchen blew the smoke, but the continuity of life would demand more properties. It was not yet used for petrol of their old-motorcycle that was used for working. What kind of future would Budi face if his pocket only remained Rp. 80.000? This is a serious...
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SILENT of TWILIGHT: Mutilation
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Wednesday, October 29, 2008. However, when a dead body was found in a place without head, without two hands and feet, everybody was surprised. And all of us felt horrify to imagine a human body laid incompletely, not only without soul, but once again, it was also without hands and even without head. And, the most touching our heart, all was clearly the result of human behavior. Is it this which all this time we know as devil? If it is true, how come? Doing many ritual ceremonies, prayers, etc? View my co...
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SILENT of TWILIGHT: To Every Man’s House who Became Father
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Tuesday, December 2, 2008. To Every Man’s House who Became Father. The Short Story by Nanoq da Kansas. 8220;Has dad ever thought that is dad appropriate to be called as a hero for us? I was surprised. Astonished looking at their lips stuck beautifully in my children’s face from the oldest to the youngest. I was surprised by their togetherness. It was the first time they looked out me as compact as this. Previously, they never did it. Previously, I didn’t know. I narrowed my eyes, tried to think. How swee...
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SILENT of TWILIGHT: Pauperization in Bali
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Tuesday, December 23, 2008. Foto by gembong ismadi. But every day this married couple thought, that now their child had begun to school and grew up. The life cost and the school needs of their child would more than before. There was no just to make the kitchen blew the smoke, but the continuity of life would demand more properties. It was not yet used for petrol of their old-motorcycle that was used for working. What kind of future would Budi face if his pocket only remained Rp. 80.000? This is a serious...
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SILENT of TWILIGHT: On Sunday, Don’t Be Sick*
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Sunday, January 18, 2009. On Sunday, Don’t Be Sick*. Sick, thus someone called Godam not so long ago. Unfortunately, someone who said that was someone who he wanted to be invited to share the heart. The heart – who knew what the cause was – was little bit befuddled. That firstly Godam was said to be sick because he asked: what is this life meant? From that question, Godam got a long complicated answer that was ended: be strong! Fhh….,. Life was said as firmness. 8221; Asked Godam. 8220;You’re sick! Few d...
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SILENT of TWILIGHT: October 2008
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Wednesday, October 29, 2008. However, when a dead body was found in a place without head, without two hands and feet, everybody was surprised. And all of us felt horrify to imagine a human body laid incompletely, not only without soul, but once again, it was also without hands and even without head. And, the most touching our heart, all was clearly the result of human behavior. Is it this which all this time we know as devil? If it is true, how come? Doing many ritual ceremonies, prayers, etc? 8220;Let m...
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SILENT of TWILIGHT: about my name
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Monday, November 10, 2008. With my brother ibed. Oi, they give me many names. And how rich my image is. While even mother didn’t know. Who I was when I asked, one day after it rained. In the yard wiping off my shoeprints. Made of velvet or mute. And now who am I. Other than someone in a hurry challenged by time. Jumping through a train door. Then at every transit platform. I give a greeting: hi, how are you. Do we still have time. For just a little lie? But whose train is this? Is this your train too?
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