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.

Saturday, May 28, 2005

My trusted friend is pain

Everytime I looked around,
it's always the same surely,
pain is always there to be found,
bring me to the edge of insanity.
never once I blame it for any,
cause I know I need it mostly,
to understand a little bit of me,
although sometimes it does scary,
but fear has to be crushed,
the courage needed to be found,
to defeat my self by my self,
swallow every bitter dirt smashed,
accepted any to keep the bind,
I found pain is the most trusted friend,
you'll know a lot of things,
that you still alive,
that you don't wanna be there again,
that you don't wanna caused them,
that you'll learn something,
that's why I believe it.

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