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, May 27, 2005

The Sky up there

I lie down my back on the field of grass,
where summer flower bursting everywhere I saw,
resting my feet for awhile,
yes... running like hell I was,
looked up above and I was thinking....,
The sky surely a wonder of nature,
blue... it's all blue and just blue,
gazing into it relaxing my mind,
so deep, unlimited, so wide,
a place where clouds can play,
shaping as they wished, without you care,
stars, moon and Sun sometimes comes too,
ohh... how I envy you, great sky...,
I wish I am you, or at least like you
I know my shell is too small,
but I promise you, I'll learn something,
teach me how will you?
teach me how to have a heart like you.

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