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, November 21, 2006

free...

Queen said, I want to break free,
Wallace said, freedom!
Zen said, free yourself from anything then you can truly be free...
Ohh... I tried,.... i tried so hard these time,
all I wanted for my life is not absolute free,
so many things shackled my souls to the ground,
all I wanted for life just a little bit freedom and a little bit happiness,
but I understand nothing is free in this reality,
to gain something you have to exchange it with something,
and for your feelings, I'll trade almost everything,
and you know it, and you never take anything for granted,
zillons words wouldn't enough to express what I feel inside,
I don't have any regrets and I hope you also feel the same...
so now I don't wanna be free anymore....