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, April 29, 2005

a Little Part I Enjoy for Me to Play

A big stage a life it's must be,
act of the play, we must do,
if only I know...
what part I should recite.

But if you know what your part,
will you play it accordingly?
when you know you dislike your act,
or will you tried to do other people story?

people say the beggining is crucial,
another say the flow is important,
most people say the end is significant,
and I say it's all useless, unless you understand.

what I am, to you or everybody, to all player,
where I should be, on the stage or behind the curtain,
how I must do, talking or shouting,
and when this all be happening.

A good tragedy or bad comedy,
those all doesn't matter to me,
because all I always wanted is,
a little part I enjoy for me to play.

Monday, April 25, 2005

It's still there...

Thousands steps I see, when I looked behind my back,
hundreds times I told myself already, but I pretend I never heard them,
tens of years my mind still wondering, try to learned all the clues exist,
yet, one thing is still the same.

It still hurts me much worse than bleeding wound,
the pain is unbearable and it goes through my bone,
It still hurts me like something squeezing my lung so tight,
the pain is unbearable and I cannot breathe freely.

There is no words but it's spoken through your body,
there is no words but it's written on all your face,
there is no words and it's all only my perception,
but why is it still hurt me a lot?

I think again, re-thinking again, hoping all possibilities,
dreaming all the way trough,
yet in the end the outcome will same,
yet in the end the pain I bear will still be there.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Thank you, where ever you are...

For the people who always hold me up,
I put my daily days into this rhapsody,
deliver my feelings of appreciation,
thank you, always,
really, thank you,
no matter where you are,
I'm really gratefull for your being.

when the twilight city was bathing in the sunset light,
I walked the street without caring anything,
in the afternoon when crowds of comers and goners thrive,
I tried to standing still in between,
then a tiny gap opened in my heart,
I tried to fill it by learning a decent manner,
you're not alone, just look,
we'll hold each other up,

for the people who always hold me up,
I put my daily days into this rhapsody,
deliver my feelings of appreciation,
thank you, always,
really, thank you,
no matter where you are,
I'm really gratefull for your being.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

If I can be a shooting star

Alone, I looked up to the night time sky and I saw a falling star,
I wanna meet it right now but I cannot fly through the sky,
If, perhaps, I got a chance to become a falling star,
I know I'd shoot across the sky and fly right away,
I'll reach you for sure in a blink of an eye,
I'll burn so bright, till you noticed me and shine the dark sky,
If I got the chance to become a falling star,
I know I'd stay by your side, always.

Friday, April 15, 2005

If you're still thinking I'm your bestfriend

If you're still thinking I'm your bestfriend,
please do so, and we'll walking hand by hand,
sharing everything, your joy and wound,
even your troubles, which come around
you'll need no miracles, cuz it's hard to be found,
if you don't have answer, just ask around,
when your time is running out, don't be hasty and spent it wisely,
cause our prophet said, God will give us problems accordingly,
so you can always ask Him when you're lost,
now chill out and think of all the cost,
don't think why now you become,
since it'll make you numb,
don't waste time thinking the questions,
think how you solved the questions,
if you sink so deep, just reach out,
I'll be around, grab your hand and pull you out,
I'm not smart nor better than anyone else,
I'm cannot be your angel cuz my heart lies somewhere else,
but I can be your friend you'll never find,
so if you trust me enough in your mind,
probably I can help you find the light,
in the darkest place, where everything cover your sight.
so share me your thought and comprehend
that is if you're still thinking I'm your bestfriend.

Monday, April 11, 2005

When the rain has gone

It's nice isn't it?
the smell of rain when it hit the earth,
But something nicer is come after that,
the smell of the earth after the rain has gone.

Fresh like no other freshness,
calm like no other calmness,
It is just make me thinking,
happy like there is no other happiness.

It's good isn't it?
the feeling of peace inside,
after the storm raging in your soul,
It's just a .... feeling.

when all your problems lifted up,
from your shoulders, from your hands,
for a moment we letting it out,
peace is something I feel.

I really hoping you can feeling,
the same way I do now.

Saturday, April 09, 2005

I had enough.....

Is it wrong become something we are not?
Yes it is, if you ask me...
So I just acting as myself,
because I am not a good liar.

A nice guy perhaps, yes... but I'm just too nice
I let many people stepped on my head,
so be it, I say to you
as long as they ask me.

Yet all of you saw me as pebble,
just kick whenever you see it,
So I say to you,
that I'm through.

Enough being nice, I'll be the bad one,
Enough being soft, I'll be the though one,
I just keep my eyes on my goal to score,
I won't care anyone beside me and only me.

I'll run through walls blocking my way,
I'll kick all pebbles covered my road,
I'll stepped on every person standing infront of me,
I won't care of anything.

It's not I want to be like this,
It's not I born to be like this,
It's just because I have to do this,
It's just because I need to do this.

I just had enough, of all of you...

Friday, April 01, 2005

Question, question and question

If I asked a question,
please, don't be alarmed,
it is because I don't know,
it is because I want to know.

If I asked so many question,
please, be patient with me,
since I just want to learn,
because I know nothing.

If I asked too many question,
please, don't think too much,
it's because I'm curious,
I'm not suspicious 'bout anything.

If you don't know the answer,
just say I don't know,
I know you're just you,
with all those limitation.

If you don't want to answer them,
just say so and don't lie to me,
because I fully understand and...
I will do the same, when anyone does it to me.