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.

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.

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