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, July 22, 2005

an Outcast

Cut from the rest, ignored from the whole,
being controled without free mind,
deceptions which lash me thousands times,
and I see them through these naive eyes,
cause those all my fault...
and I dont blame anyone...
but please... say nothing...
your words cannot reach me again,
they just clouds my mind,
cause I knew the meaning,
your action says enough to me,
cause your body wont lie to me,
and I understand the feelings,
I've been there before, I knew those too well,
Thank you.... and good bye
again I'm alone to be...
an outcast to be.

posted by booms2x | 4:24 AM

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