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.

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.

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