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.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Last Night

The moon was full and shine so bright,
while stars were dancing around her,
With the wind blow gently through her hair,
singing love songs and light up the night,
But all those beautifull things around,
couldn't reach me at all,
seem like a cold wall of loneliness,
had separate my body and soul.

I'm really sorry, oh my beautiful Night Angel,
for all your effort cheering my heart,
just wasted completly.

I promise you, next time you came around,
I'll sing along with you, dancing above the clouds,
for now, I want me only for myself.

posted by booms2x | 10:53 PM

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