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, December 30, 2006

I''m not ready to let you go

An old song had just played in my car when I drove back home last night.
Years before, I like it because of the rhytm. But yesterday when I really listened to it, it's making me seeing moments of moments in my head.
Yeah... seems that I'm being dellusional again, like old times, when I always lost to my self....
but now days its different. Today I can say, even to myself that Ill never go off from center of my self no matter what.
I got not just only hope but also faith for everything happening in front of me, that everything is Allah's will, and I submitted to what'll happen next.
and this is because of you....

Postcard from heaven
by lighthouse family

If you never say goodbye
To the best thing in your life
There are things you don't appreciate
At all

So it's best that you don't try
Holding back the time
Are you ever gonna be
Quite satisfied

Postcard from heaven
Go to where you belong
Never find the perfect situation
Untill you know where you're from

If you ever say goodbye
No regrets, I won't ask why
And I wish you all the best luck
In the world

Should you ever change your mind
Holding back the sunshine
Are you ever gonna be
Quite satisfied

Postcard from heaven
Go to where you belong
Never find the perfect situation
Untill you know where you're from


PS.
and I'd never, ever said any goodbye to you,

but it doesn't mean I neglected your existance somehow,
on the contrary you are the center of my life,
I always know where I belong, thanks to you.
I don't know what the future holds for us,
but for now,...
I'll hold on to your hands you're given to me back then,
when you made me promise to you.

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