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Nina Chezter Sarif

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25

I have been less than that, just like how I have been less many than anything. Given any numbers, truth unfolds 25. I just joined. I only have one regret; the uninspired career of my flying da

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  • 17/02/2011 | 04:41:05 AM

bas sekolah

Dar Daz Zulkifli, Bagaimana bisa tinggalkan bas sekolah ini? Pergi ke Sunway, terjumpa orang bomba. Pergi ke Sunway, jadi orang jahat. Perhentian dan rumah Abe. Tipu kemalangan di Ampang, Cheras, Se

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  • 5/10/2010 | 09:30:28 AM

'kita kan'

Darwina. Hartamas residential park. ‘Tits’. Mineral water. Baju kurung. School buses. 1500 hrs meeting. That left turn to MITI. “Feelings are chemical” “It’s beyo

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  • 5/10/2010 | 09:23:25 AM

What a shocker

Committing suicide is just a thought, lately I keep visualizing scenes from the future They don’t seem right, most entirely Surprises? nothing is healed, steady humor I see them (the future)

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  • 13/09/2009 | 20:17:44 PM

The Toothbrush From The Previous Night Stay

Warning: Only for open minds. This piece contains (mild) sex and drugs.   Bvlgari Pour Hommes. Issey Miyaki Pour Hommes. I don’t know his last name. Ralph Lauren’s polo t-shirts.

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  • 10/06/2009 | 16:12:27 PM

Suicide Note to Maisara

I die…. In exactly three minutes from now. These words have been written about four hours ago. No, I wasn’t thinking about dying yesterday or even this morning. It just happened really r

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  • 9/04/2009 | 16:19:58 PM

Chapter X: Little Black Thing

He calls me using his cellphone, worried. “I’m coming”, I replied with a smile on my face. “Are you lost dear? You want me to take you?”, he sounded helpful, like always.

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  • 21/02/2009 | 09:57:30 AM

Part FIVE: The Ending of The One Whose Heart Has Been Ripped Off And Cured But Still Hurt

So now what, Lar? Just let me be. Are you sure? Ven… Ah huh Can I laugh?

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  • 18/02/2009 | 15:32:58 PM

Part FOUR: Pianoman

Haunting in every second. Khal plays his Baldwin in melodies that he can’t even define, then loses himself to the emotions. It is an old inheritance, from his great grandfather, a dark wood typ

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  • 18/02/2009 | 15:30:40 PM

Part THREE: The Other Daughter of Thor

“Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this” –Homer Evening sunset, with golden chariot as big as the sun; Zchusius, future King of Arcadia, rides with a giant bouquet of si

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  • 27/01/2009 | 21:22:15 PM

Chapter V (the sequel): THE PLAN

That night, I had a dream; The carnival isn’t closing any time soon. I don’t understand why we have to leave. There are six of us. And he (the guy who broke my heart) is there too. So eve

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  • 26/01/2009 | 13:48:59 PM

Part TWO: This Is Lara

Arrggh damn…I really have to find another curtain. I’m so not ready to wake up now. Stupid sunlight. Stupid singing love-birds. Stupid morning gust on my window. Stupid beautiful day.Lara

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  • 26/01/2009 | 13:36:09 PM

Part ONE: Squirrel

I’m standing way beyond these breezes,Hiding my bruises, in my heart. They’re still fresh, in case you would like to know.On top of the hill, I say, "Nice place. How’d you know?""I

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  • 15/01/2009 | 18:43:18 PM

Chapter VIII: THE COMMON ROOM & THE NECKLACE

“Pretentious”, I whisper to no one but undoubtly for everyone. A gigantic piece hanging down, piece of golden triumph, a chandelier that reflects fake generosity (except to the champagne a

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  • 12/01/2009 | 19:18:51 PM

Chapter V: MY AMERICAN PIE

She asked for a memory replacement. Unfortunately she didn't specify. So it was given to her exactly like she wanted and this time, might be just as bad from the previous one. So along came a fellow p

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  • 12/01/2009 | 19:15:30 PM

THOUGHTS FROM THE FRIDGE

At 2 a.m in the morning, your eyes still at war. And when anything goes to war, it won't easily come home without a fight. What happens when you are awake at this time around? Where there is only sile

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  • 22/12/2008 | 23:25:36 PM

THE ART OF BEING DIFFERENT

"I'm sorry. Best of luck", he said. And the next 500 words are about how I screwed the interview. It all started when I turned to Roald Dahl for a career advice. Two roads diverged into one, I took th

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  • 22/12/2008 | 23:22:35 PM

Singers. Brother. God

She who sings for me all the heartbreaking songs about being left alone at the corner of the bed, and waking up finding no one is there and being so deeply in love and lust on Sunday afternoon. All th

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  • 22/12/2008 | 23:19:01 PM