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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Sunday, March 30, 2014
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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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.
Cerpen Bahasa Inggris: Beyond the Wall by Ambrose Bierce (1842-1914)
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The
night of my visit to him was stormy. The Californian winter was on, and the
incessant rain splashed in the deserted streets, or, lifted by irregular gusts
of wind, was hurled against the houses with incredible fury. With no small
difficulty my cabman found the right place, away out toward the ocean beach, in
a sparsely populated suburb. The dwelling, a rather ugly one, apparently, stood
in the center of its grounds, which as nearly as I could make out in the gloom
were destitute
of either flowers or grass. Three or four trees, writhing and moaning in the
torment of the tempest, appeared to be trying to escape from their dismal
environment and take the chance of finding a better one out at sea. The house
was a two-story brick structure with a tower, a story higher, at one corner. In
a window of that was the only visible light. Something in the appearance of the
place made me shudder, a performance that may have been assisted by a rill of
rainwater down my back as I scuttled to
cover in the doorway.
Cerpen Bahasa Inggris: A Telephone Call by DOROTHY PARKER
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PLEASE,
God, let him telephone me now. Dear God, let him call me now. I won't ask anything
else of You, truly I won't. It isn't very much to ask. It would be so little to
You, God, such a little, little thing. Only let him telephone now. Please, God.
Please, please, please.
If I didn't think about it, maybe the telephone might ring. Sometimes it does that. If I could think of something else. If I could think of something else. Knobby if I counted five hundred by fives, it might ring by that time. I'll count slowly. I won't cheat. And if it rings when I get to three hundred, I won't stop; I won't answer it until I get to five hundred. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty, forty-five, fifty.... Oh, please ring. Please.
If I didn't think about it, maybe the telephone might ring. Sometimes it does that. If I could think of something else. If I could think of something else. Knobby if I counted five hundred by fives, it might ring by that time. I'll count slowly. I won't cheat. And if it rings when I get to three hundred, I won't stop; I won't answer it until I get to five hundred. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty, forty-five, fifty.... Oh, please ring. Please.
Cerpen Bahasa Inggris: A Family by Guy de Maupassant (1850-1893)
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I
was to see my old friend, Simon Radevin, of whom I had lost sight for fifteen
years. At one time he was my most intimate friend, the friend who knows one's
thoughts, with whom one passes long, quiet, happy evenings, to whom one tells
one's secret love affairs, and who seems to draw out those rare, ingenious,
delicate thoughts born of that sympathy that gives a sense of repose.
For years we had scarcely been separated; we had lived, travelled, thought and dreamed together; had liked the same things, had admired the same books, understood the same authors, trembled with the same sensations, and very often laughed at the same individuals, whom we understood completely by merely exchanging a glance.
For years we had scarcely been separated; we had lived, travelled, thought and dreamed together; had liked the same things, had admired the same books, understood the same authors, trembled with the same sensations, and very often laughed at the same individuals, whom we understood completely by merely exchanging a glance.
The morning
of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day;
the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green. The
people of the village began to gather in the square, between the post office
and the bank, around ten o'clock;
in some towns there were so many people that the lottery took two days and had
to be started on June 2th. But in this village, where there were only about
three hundred people, the whole lottery took less than two hours, so it could
begin at ten o'clock in the
morning and still be through in time to allow the villagers to get home for noon dinner.
