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, November 12, 2005

aku lupa...

Saat kukira kumengerti semua,
hakikat, perasaan, rasa dan asa
saat aku merasa tahu semua,
kecantikan, keindahan dan semua warna,
Sang Kuasa berbisik lembut dan perlahan,
menggetarkan lubang-lubang hampa di jiwa,
bahwa semua belumlah semua,
dan tidak akan semua itu menjadi semua,
lihatlah, ingatlah, lalu pahami dan amalkan,
belajarlah dari alam raya dan dari sekitar,
dan aku malu... mengabaikan itu semua,
niat yang benar dan baik adalah yang utama,
perbuatan yang ikhlas adalah yang terbaik,
karena itu, aku melihat dan mengingat kembali,
tentang arti kata "tulus".

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