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.

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