i
have
no
idea
i
have
none
what is nice
when
no
thing
surprises
no
more
what is nice
our eyes
gleam
with
a
secret
as
frail
as
a
good
night
kiss
barely
touching
the
lips
what is nice
spell
that
word
what is nice
i’ll
probably
end
up
in
your
writing
just
like
you
in
mine
what is nice
must
not
end.
26 june 2008
when edophilia lit me a cigarette.
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Gratiagusti Chananya Rompas was born in Jakarta, 19 August 1979. She studied English Literature in Universitas Indonesia, Depok (2003) and received her masters in The Gothic Imagination from University of Stirling, Scotland (2005).
She is one of the founders of Komunitas BungaMatahari, a mailing list-based Indonesian poetry community that have embraced many poetry enthusiasts with its catchphrase “semua bisa berpuisi” or, roughly translated, “poetry for all”. She is also involved in Selatan, a literary journal, and Paviliun Puisi, a monthly open mic event--both managed by her and her like-minded friends.
She currently resides in Jakarta, trying to find balance between writing and day-to-day living.
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end dengan abu-abu menghilang…
hihihi yup that was your suggestion. cheers mbak!
very loquacity
huhuhu….
ah..jadi tengsin…cheers juga, nyanya….
pelukpeluk
hey smoking barrels, will you join us?
i reload the chemical already before this friday show
hey edophilia, of course i would if i could.
the thing is…me is so unbelievable. can you imagine what i would be if i got so fuckin wasted tonight and have to manage myself look totally cool in front of thousand people waiting for me to sing like for 8 songs in a row with a heavy dancing moves in the next day? hihihihihi.
i'm not that rock n roll. my voice is my only weapon to survive. kekekeke
simple…nice