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Full movie LIBIDO in the ABCs for death by Timo Tjahyanto
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Film The ABC's of death sendiri sebenarnya tidak terlalu terkenal baik di Dunia maupun Indonesia. Namun salah satu film pendek besutan Timo Tjahyanto membuat saya penasaran dengan Isi film Ini. Ternyata ini adalah film omnibus. Isinya tentang kematian-kematian yang disusun berdasarkan abjad. Nah, LIBIDO yang merupakan karya Timo Tjahyanto ada di urutan 12 di huruf L.Temanya memang sedikit aneh dan bahkan memuat unsur pedofilia. Film ini termasuk film dewasa dengan adegan yang ditawarkan. Nudity, X-trim sado dan sebagainya membuat film ini sedikit kurang enak dilihat sehingga perlu benar-benar sikap dewasa untuk menikmati isinya.
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Film Indonesia sekarang semakin berkembang. Setelah sukses membuat film pendek L: Libido dalam omnibus ABC for death. Review bisa dilihat disini. Timo Tjahyanto kembali membuat sebuah film yang luar biasa. Film baru: Film Safe Haven ini merupakan salah satu film pendek dalam Omnibus film V/H/S 2.
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Para pelancong mengunjungi kota kami untuk menyaksikan kepedihan. Mereka
datang untuk menonton kota kami yang hancur. Kemunculan para pelancong itu
membuat kesibukan tersendiri di kota kami. Biasanya kami duduk-duduk di gerbang
kota menandangi para pelancong yang selalu muncul berombongan mengendarai
kuda, keledai, unta, atau permadani terbang dan juga kuda sembrani. Mereka datang
dari segala penjuru dunia. Dari negeri-negeri jauh yang gemerlapan.
datang untuk menonton kota kami yang hancur. Kemunculan para pelancong itu
membuat kesibukan tersendiri di kota kami. Biasanya kami duduk-duduk di gerbang
kota menandangi para pelancong yang selalu muncul berombongan mengendarai
kuda, keledai, unta, atau permadani terbang dan juga kuda sembrani. Mereka datang
dari segala penjuru dunia. Dari negeri-negeri jauh yang gemerlapan.
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Cerpen Bahasa Inggris Fishing For Jasmine by. John ravenscroft
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Cerpen Bahasa Inggris
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The
silent young woman in bed number six is called Jasmine. So am I, but names are
only superficial things, floats bobbing on the surface of the water, and we
share deeper connections than that. Which is why she fascinates me - why I
spend my off-duty time sitting beside her.
Today is difficult. The ward heaves with patients and I am kept busy emptying bed-pans, filling out forms, changing dressings. Finally, late in the afternoon, I get a few moments to make coffee, to take it over to the orange plastic chair beside her bed. I am thankful to be off my feet, glad to be in her company once again.
"Hello, Jasmine," I say, as if greeting myself.
Today is difficult. The ward heaves with patients and I am kept busy emptying bed-pans, filling out forms, changing dressings. Finally, late in the afternoon, I get a few moments to make coffee, to take it over to the orange plastic chair beside her bed. I am thankful to be off my feet, glad to be in her company once again.
"Hello, Jasmine," I say, as if greeting myself.
The flute of the Lakota, the siyotanka, is for only one kind
of music, love music. In the old days the men would sit by themselves, maybe
lean hidden, unseen, against a tree in the dark of night. They would make up
their own special tunes, their courting songs.
Even if he was a warrior who had already counted coup on a enemy, a young man might hardly screw up courage enough to talk to a nice-looking winchinchala- a girl he was in love with. Also, there was no place where a young man and a girl could be alone inside the village. The family tipi was always crowded with people. And naturally, you couldn't just walk out of the village with your girl. Out there in the tall grass and sagebrush you could be gored by a buffalo, clawed by a grizzly, or tomahawked by a Pawnee, or you could run into the Mila Hanska, the Long Knives.
Even if he was a warrior who had already counted coup on a enemy, a young man might hardly screw up courage enough to talk to a nice-looking winchinchala- a girl he was in love with. Also, there was no place where a young man and a girl could be alone inside the village. The family tipi was always crowded with people. And naturally, you couldn't just walk out of the village with your girl. Out there in the tall grass and sagebrush you could be gored by a buffalo, clawed by a grizzly, or tomahawked by a Pawnee, or you could run into the Mila Hanska, the Long Knives.
Cerpen Bahasa Inggris: Death By Scrabble by Charlie Fish
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It's a hot day and I hate my wife.
We're playing Scrabble. That's how bad it is. I'm 42 years old, it's a blistering hot Sunday afternoon and all I can think of to do with my life is to play Scrabble.
I should be out, doing exercise, spending money, meeting people. I don't think I've spoken to anyone except my wife since Thursday morning. On Thursday morning I spoke to the milkman.
My letters are crap.
We're playing Scrabble. That's how bad it is. I'm 42 years old, it's a blistering hot Sunday afternoon and all I can think of to do with my life is to play Scrabble.
I should be out, doing exercise, spending money, meeting people. I don't think I've spoken to anyone except my wife since Thursday morning. On Thursday morning I spoke to the milkman.
My letters are crap.
