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, June 11, 2005

Kan kusimpan tanpa sesal

pertemuan tidak pernah kusesali,
tidak juga perpisahan ataupun caranya,
dan tidak juga semua yang terjadi diantaranya,
yang kusesali adalah...
mengapa semua itu harus terjadi...
mengapa kita selalu berkata,
selamat datang kalau nanti akan berpisah?
selamat tinggal kalau nanti akan bertemu?
pertemuan bukan tanpa maksud,
perpisahan juga bukan tanpa arti,
jangan berkata sesuatu hal,
yang tak bisa kau tepati, karena
semua yang terjadi dalam hidup ini,
kecil atau besar, bahagia atau sedih,
adalah penting adanya,
meskipun semua ini akan jadi kenangan,
kenangan yang termakan oleh waktu,
jadi akan kusimpan segalanya,
tanpa sesal tanpa apa-apa,
didalam hati yang tidak seberapa besar ini.

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