KETENTUAN LOMBA

1. panjang prosa bebas
2. satu peserta hanya boleh mengikutkan 1 prosa
3. no sara
4. tema bebas

PEMENANG

1 350 GP
2 250 GP
3 150 GP

10 peserta pertama otomatis mendapat 20 GP
10 GP untuk para voter

ayo ikutannnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!


semua prosa diposting
disini (http://forum.webgaul.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=22940)

gw bagian voter aja wan :D

sama2..ikutan ngevote aja deh nanti. Bisa gak?? kalo bisa kapan??abisan skrg gue udah mau jadi GP Hunter...hehehe

gue bakal gunain kloningan gue untuk ngevote deh :kakaka: [joget]

boleh2 aa kok :D
kalo voter kan nanti diundi juga :)

Prosa maksudnya apa sih ;D

:D ah, masa nggak tau sih ?

iya gue juga lupa prosa itu apa sih....
coba dijelaskan dulu please...:)

prosa itu karangan bebas...kalo gak salah

ikutan jadi voter aja dah........:D

[timpuk] Azik!

Wong beneran ga tau kQ :o

Karangan bebas?? Pelajaran mengarang donk?

masih bisa ikutan ga?

prosa itu puisi bebas
begitulah kira2
prosa itu ada diantara cerpen dan puisi
kalo cerpen rada njlimet dengan struktur, kalo prosa lebih bebas dan liar, ada diantara batas puisi dan cerpen

ini contoh PROSA :

sometimes i just want to sit on the white sandy beach, early in the morning, accompanied by the sound of trembling water, the warmth of waking gradient orange sky, and doing nothing else. i don't want poems to be written and read by some dear strangers, i don't want any of those terrific lines, i don't even want the most beautiful story in the world, i don't want any handsome prince come into my empty dreaming room.

alone alone alone. that's all i want.

i know i am not good at or fit for relationship.
i know the words, most of the time i can say it, but i feel so wrong, misbehave, and so bloody fake. when someone look at me with those deep-sharp eyes, suddenly i feel so miserable and lonely from the skin to the bones.

it's much much worse than being naked.

relationship worries me a lot. i would get anxious, eager to fall, and also runaway at the same time. it feels like it wasn't me at all. i was somebody else, pretending to be someone nice enough to talk and share with. like a white coffin that hide a dead body.

with girls, i don't feel easy to join a large group of attractive outfits and cosmo-conversations. i would feel like a cheap bleak floral wallpaper in an antique store. with the other girls, sometimes i can not compare their talkativeness, knows-what-to-do faces, and highly-spirited attitude. in any second of my life, i can sense the undesirable feeling that i've been spreading to the world out there, and been growing within myself.

a fool like me would straight away try to escape from the bitter fact and choose to sit on a stupid white sandy beach.

but the boys aren't easier.
boring messages and phonecalls were made for me. i rarely had second or third date with the same person. they did not forget me. they did not hate me. they just don't want to get involved further. because i'm so undesirable. it wasn't their fault, of course. wasn't my fault either. it's just thing people can't explain in any language of human civilization, being pulled from the crowd for more practical and crucial matters such as the national economic-crisis and the neverending terrorism. tiny tiny scraps on the floor, ignored and stepped over.

my lovely little fragile world, my friendly enemy.

i do not have any serious problems in the family. things run pretty well, though i hardly feel more secure than the homeless people who live under the bridge, with that smelly poluted brown river. in many ways, i am so lucky. i have almost no reason to jump from the tenth floor, unless for sensational purposes. but human is full of mystery, which you can't conquered with rational thought sometimes. i am clean from drugs. do not smoke or drink. but you don't have to be addicted to one of those things just to prove that actually you are a melancholy-lunatic. you can be just as clean as can be, without the feeling of contented and being loved.

one morning alone won't help. tons of fake relationship won't cure either.

i just dream for that faraway stupid white sandy beach.


::281002--for Sylvia Plath::

ini contoh prosa :

Sekarang umurnya 28, paling tidak. Dan sampai sekarang aku tak pernah tahu tanggal lahirnya. Nama lengkapnya sih aku tahu. Tapi, keberadaannya? Tak jelas benar dan mungkin selalu tak akan jadi jelas. Katanya dia punya 2 rumah: Jakarta dan Jogja. Jadi, sudah barang tentu kami ini tidak serumah. Berulangkali dia bilang rumahku bukanlah tempat yang menyenangkan untuk dikunjungi. Tak kusangkal itu. Tapi tetap saja aku ingin dikunjungi, meski harap-harap cemas nan berbunga itu berubah jadi situasi yang wagu justru saat bertemu.
- Hai. (dia mengusap kepalaku. menaariknya cukup dekat untuk bisa menghirup aroma rokoknya.)
Sepanjang hari itu aku mengikuti geraknya dari belakang. Kuperhatikan sosok jangkungnya, kecekatannya, sikap diamnya, kibaran rambutnya... duh. Perih tiba-tiba. Nyeri. Entah di sebelah mana. Mungkin jiwaku (dan, dimana letaknya?). Mungkin manusiaku.
+ Hai.
- Kangen juga, ya.
Kangen? Apa itu kangen? Bukankah itu sepatah kata yang kerap diulang-ulang oleh lagu-lagu pop di radio? Kangen karo kowe. Kangen kamu, Say. Aduh. Kangen.

SIAPA KAMU? (kini aku bicara kepadanya)

Apakah kamu lelaki yang sama yang pernah menungguku empat tahun lalu? Ini jaman reformasi, semua turut berubah. (apanya?) Haluan partai-partai berubah. Dari tekad mencari simpati rakyat, kini ambisi menancapkan cakar-cakar kekuasaan. Gerakan mahasiswa sudah terpecahbelah, semrawut, kalau tidak mau dibilang tinggal sejarah. Ayolah, jangan bercanda, mana ada manusia yang tidak berubah sedikit pun selama rentang waktu yang lama ini? Ayolah, akui saja. Dulu kopi pahit, sekarang kopi-krim-gula. Aku mengusap celana jeans-mu, kau makin kurus, aku makin makmur. Jangan mengada-ada bahwa segalanya abadi. Itu bukan kau. Karna kau selalu jujur dan menyakitkan.

Sungguh. Aku tak tahan dengan perjumpaan-perjumpaan kita.
Kian hari kian jauh.
kau aku kau aku kau.
aku
______________________________________kau.

Originally posted by channy
masih bisa ikutan ga?

ditutup tgl 31 januari :)

kayak nulis diary :p

2020

“Ayah ibu maafkanlah anakmu yang tidak dapat membahagiakanmu”, ungkapan seorang anak yang ingin berbakti kepada orang tuanya ketika ia telah sadar dan merenungi bahwa kedua orang tuanya telah tiada, atau telah beranjak dewasa yang memiliki keluarga sendiri dan mulai mengasuh anaknya dan mengetahui betapa sulitnya mendidik seorang anak.

aduh kocu darling
TELATTTTT

ni kuis dah selesai berminggu2 lalu :P

Buat lagi dong say saya khan suka nulis he he he modal untuk kaya di sini lagi he he nya

bulan depan :haha