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The Bride Test by Helen Hoang If tomorrow is a big day with many things to do, here is your warning: Read this book before bed and you’ll be reading it well into the morning Esme, or My, is kind and clever, endlessly loyal and terrible at deceit Khai is a complicated genius, steadfast and achingly, unknowingly sweet Esme is determined to find a better life for the family she temporarily left behind Khai is earning future freedom from set ups his mom can’t help but mastermind A few scenes might make you blush - brilliant and perfect for this story Bring lots of tissues, no reading on transit - this book is an absolute glory
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May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 8:52 PM UTC
Rhyming Reviews - the Bride Test
i would take the first train back to the 90's, when my lungs were nicotine-free and there was always something worthy on TV. i would wear my chucks in bed, and have cereals for dinner. i would not have heard of **** i would have used the internet to find the exact words to the songs on Nevermind, because cassette inlays haven't got enough space for Kurt's lyrics. and if i were you, i wouldn't call this a poem. -khai
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
"Spasms"
Glad she's glad now. That she shines herself, So high and, So bright, Leaving the shadows of a broken man behind. But, my clock hasn't ticked, So here's to the other side. Somewhere between the lines, Somewhere between Hades and Zeus, You(?) still roam below her clouds, Hidden underneath the wisdoms of her books, Her strength out of your grasp; You constantly beg the hands of time for sympathy, As you wait, For the point of realization to tear you apart, And wail at you, "ALL OF THIS IS'NT WORTH IT" (Straight into your soul) Your head's stubborn, Your heart's numb. But people don't know, That it isn't a matter of choice, But people don't know, That there are ways in, Without ways out. That why would they even care? They'll only learn look at you with their heads thinking, How it's such a shame, That your faith fluctuates like the flickering lights. So much desire to ignite, Yet no sources of befitting power. And it goes on, and on, and on. Khai, The night reminds you, Of how everything used to be. Yet it tells you, It's time you look at the moon and stars differently. It never stops, Khai. It never will. - Khairul Anwar
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC
Hands of Time
It is true one mind sees bloodsport in the heavens and cringes in dread of feeling kindly, like if that were me, what would I do but die? nada, right, pass on thank y'mam, feeling kinda woozy, ever after seeing 2020 on TV… Google the violence, ohshitnoknowknow we all know enough evil to know it don't work like on TV, ever after one burn, you know, fire works, every time, to destroy at the touch thunder, such a holy sound in the desert summer moment on earth, around the middle, not too cold in the winter makes too hot to work in the summer, just fine. That's right. Life is like that, if you live in the right state of mind. Back to the Future, once more, it is always on or in the library, ask libby, who in the whole world before my generation… we who did not get stuck wishing we would die before we got old… who among us now is we the people minded? Post war knower bubblers expand until we pop like matured pods of what people can be if we live this long. Trouble your own house, inherit the wind, as part of the meek inheritance agreement accepted with the weather. Earthlings all, hear ye, severe storms are part of the deal. Free ticts to ever after on Bucky Fuller's spaceship, Sagan's pale blue dot, live to tell we learned no lie may be belived and be survived. We first saw earth from the moon. More boomers blew minds beyond their own imaginings, back then, listen in radioman's morphic broadcasts from Khai Vinh, the fishnet factory, legendary - now ifier loosed for the attention paid do you hear what I hear? did we know the meaning in happy Sisyphus, or did we find it known and tag along? Like a rolling stone.
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Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 5:50 PM UTC
Thunder in fire season
It is true one mind sees bloodsport in the heavens and cringes in dread of feeling kindly, like if that were me, what would I do but die? nada, right, pass on thank y'mam, feeling kinda woozy, ever after seeing 2020 on TV… Google the violence, ohshitnoknowknow we all know enough evil to know it don't work like on TV, ever after one burn, you know, fire works, every time, to destroy at the touch thunder, such a holy sound in the desert summer moment on earth, around the middle, not too cold in the winter makes too hot to work in the summer, just fine. That's right. Life is like that, if you live in the right state of mind. Back to the Future, once more, it is always on or in the library, ask libby, who in the whole world before my generation… we who did not get stuck wishing we would die before we got old… who among us now is we the people minded? Post war knower bubblers expand until we pop like matured pods of what people can be if we live this long. Trouble your own house, inherit the wind, as part of the meek inheritance agreement accepted with the weather. Earthlings all, hear ye, severe storms are part of the deal. Free ticts to ever after on Bucky Fuller's spaceship, Sagan's pale blue dot, live to tell we learned no lie may be belived and be survived. We first saw earth from the moon. More boomers blew minds beyond their own imaginings, back then, listen in radioman's morphic broadcasts from Khai Vinh, the fishnet factory, legendary - now ifier loosed for the attention paid do you hear what I hear? did we know the meaning in happy Sisyphus, or did we find it known and tag along? Like a rolling stone.
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as i stared into darkest glimpse of the highland tower, i feel a slight glint of an eye staring at me in the dark, i ran as fast as i can but the eye kept following me, managed to hide in a room and it was long gone, it was bound to earth with no where to go, its raining and i cant go home, soaked in a revolting water smells from the ceiling, i point my camera with heavy breathing, not knowing what come after me, i close my eyes and pray for the lord, as the hour gone by i was trapped in a corner and cant escape the fear, what is real fear i asked my self, i kept asking the same question over and over in hopes  of a clear way, i kept shouting random names in hope to find my friend, we got separated between levels of the tower, " Khai! where are you" i shouted, for some reason our walkies don't work, it just static over a creepy sound, i walked 50 minutes  to a destination and feel tired, i passed out in middle of dark hallway and  took a  nap, i keep having this visions where eyes laid on my sleeping body, but then again who  am i  to judged this feeling, my skepticism is high on this one, i refused to believed it but it kept appearing in my eyes, the next day we finally escaped at the highland tower, it was truly frightening experience with just the two of us we pray after the exit and beg forgiveness to the spirits, in hopes they wont follow us back.
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Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 9:10 AM UTC
Ghosts at the tower
Do you know what is the biggest poision? It’s “regret” Thuhadi yaad khai ja rahi menu andro di Me wife naal Hoke bi usde naal nai Me u bare sochi janda Ap dowa de moments yaad ande doaba de moments yaad a jande Pata nai kiwe sakoon milu menu U da address pata krna koi waddi gal nai Bus me pata nai krna chanda Me nai chanda tuci hor dukh jhalo mere krke Pehla hi bade made time wicho nikle ** mere krke Te *** mera time he us time wicho niklan da Waheguru kre me nikal Jawa is time wicho
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Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
Regret