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.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Forgotten, Place

I left out so many moons,
only to hear the word remember,
but the truth is the word will always lost,
forgotten more appropriate,
like care which the first of you spoken,
I like ignore the best,
because you won't leave any bonds,
leaving pain and sorrow,

human live as short as the light on the matches,
so frail so weak so pathetic,
without love as your bond, you're nothing,
but the bond is not forever,
and we will be back to nothingness again,
back to the forgotten place,
where we was there before,
a place without pain and sorrow

posted by booms2x | 8:20 PM

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