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, February 11, 2005

Way of life

You hear that? that the sound of your heart,
thumping around while you still alive,
no matter how smart,
you cannot stoped it without costing your life.

Are you still hear that? the sound of your life?
following around like a shadow,
troubles are like that, but will you survive?
striving your way though it's something you endow.

Open your eyes, look for something,
use your ears not to hear but to listen,
think of another way but don't forget what you are seeking,
surelly a road will appear from the dessert so barren.

Trust your self and look for others,
forget all fears and keep move forward,
cause if you cannot see your shadow from the sun,
others will be around to help you.

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