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, December 15, 2006

Foolish thing to do

I was force to believe
there are two certain uncertainties living in this world,
the first was one person destiny,
and second one was women thoughts...
Hell yeah...!
First she said OK, I'll go with you,
Second, we should take time,
then, won't you come here later?
I'm really too old for a game of love,
this really chipped my spirit away,
the good thing come from this event were...
IT make me worked like hell,
so I can realease all meaningless emotion into something usefull,
and IT makes me tend to talk too much,
making lame jokes just to get audience atention,
until some one wakes me up, "Hey man, are you all rite?"
GAH! that line remind me to one of my lecturer back in Britts
Anyway, I was a fool and always doing foolish thing...
so, you better stay where ever you are!

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