Walking down the road

It is the rain of my soul and poured when the storm raging in my mind. When feelings and logics are tangle between right or wrong and win or lose. They are raising many funny questions and silly confusions along the line. These all are happening because I'm walking down the road I choose.

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Location: Paris van Java, West Java, Indonesia

I was born in Bandung, April 1976, and spent most of my education time in that same city. Living in a cool town with a moderate muslim family, somehow become important factors that carving my character. I'm a big fan of any satay, pempek and rujak (anything sweet-lah), and I created this notes as a place where I can write everything that crossed my mind. This writing is more like a journal, footsteps I leave behind as reminder mostly for myself and probably for my descendants. If you, readers, able learning one or two good things from this notes, that was really more than my expectation. Yet if I wrote something wrong or you have different opinion from mine, please let me know, will you? You also have to excuse me for that matter because I'm aware I'm no writer at all.

Friday, January 21, 2005

More or less of me for you

If you see me clearly I don't have anything to hide,
when you talked to me, you'll know that I don't know anything,
this is something I cannot denied,
and it is not something worth proving

But if you think that I'm just an empty space,
I'll make sure that you're wrong,
If you think again that I'm an ace,
I think you still wrong.

I'm not everyone nor special person,
not a super man without a clue,
but ordinary people who look up to the sun,
I'm just me, who always watch you.

Always....

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