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, March 18, 2005

My confusion wish...

Knowing you is like seeing a view from the top of the cliff,
so beautiful and so exquisite,
If I can, I want to embrace it and keep it.
Though the place is dangerous with mist all around,
but the sign is always there show me the way.

But one day, the sign disappear before my eyes.
I don't know what happened,
but temptation of the view is calling me,
so I try to walk through the mist blindly and now I’m lost,
I cannot see anything. I don’t know where I am.

Am I already there?
Or I just walked across the border?
and now I’m falling down to the chasm?
Or is it worse? Am I already lying dead on its bottom?

Truly I don’t know the answer
because now I cannot think of any possibility.
In my confusion, I only wish...
I can see that view again like the first time I saw it.

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