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, October 13, 2006

My Memories

They're not really exist cuz they're inside your head,
and there's no life or dreams without them,
they became stories when you believe in them,
when others start to believe in them too,
they became history...,
but when they changed lives of many people,
they become legend...,
that's why people live their live and dreams with them,
hope they had some stories to tell to,
so their live had some meaning to this universe,
I'm also one of those people,
and my story started when I met you,
you are my memories...

posted by booms2x | 11:37 PM

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