menarik sekali. jika melihat lirik lagu child dari album pertama nidji, megalomania giring ganesha mungkin memang laten. di lagu itu ia menyamakan dirinya dengan kristus ‘i am one / i am child / i’m the saint / i’m the blood / i’m the key’. kristus giring lebih hebat daripada kristus yesus, karena dalam dirinya menyatuContinue reading “Giring Ganesha, Sang Mantan, Sang Juara”
found an old mixtape o mine labeled ‘2:30’. think all the songs are under 2 mins 30 secs. order of the day. will try to write down the song list (including names of albums/eps) from memory. no cheatin. wanna know if i had really liked the songs then or if i was even more ofContinue reading “2:30”
i walked away to beach, leaving her with a plate of tuna slop rice (nice, if a bit salty), leaving her with her friends, leaving her with whatever disappointment she felt over me. i just wanted to go to the beach, feel the sand on my feet, maybe stand under one of the bakau-ish treesContinue reading “gapang kok”
the pointiest volcano in the world
i’ve been thinkin that our memory is limited. by that i don’t mean that we forget many things, but that we keep remembering the same things. now i’ve gotta go to the loo. and i’ll probably remember you.
edophilia: kok lo nyontek theme tumblr gue sih? oomslokop: imitation is the best form of fakery
goin into sudirman from tokyo joe, metro mini rushing for potential passengers on kerb [fuckin close]. toot toot air horn a go go before goin for the narrowest of space between a sky blue avanza coming out of a sudirman office’s gate and a kijang goin the same way as tante sophie (at the speedContinue reading “close shaves”
Di dalam pesta, ada laser show Musik 178 bpm, juga derai tremor Di dalam pesta, ada gerah tawa T’rasa malam semakin hacep sob Di dalam pesta, buanglah Aqua Biarkan saja, angan-angan melintir Di dalam pesta mari masukkan kepala ke speaker Ambil glow stick, ikuti irama trance Gelengkan kepalamu ke kiri dan ke kanan Anggukkan keContinue reading “atsep”
as you recited your vows i looked out of the french window in your parents’ living room. a tree, pond, shallow water, no ducks. winter.
me: have you seen la strada eeyore: ee-yore me: taste of cherry eeyore: ee-yore me: gosford park eeyore: this shouldn’t be like talking to yourself