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.

Monday, January 08, 2007

Meetings

By any chance, lately I met some celebrities in this country, and seriously because I'm someone who's alergic of camera and spotlight, meeting them was really out questions
Late december, I was attending a workshop sponsored by Departement of Energy and Mineral Resources. It was written on the invitation that the workshop would be opened by Minister of Energy and Mineral Resources, and every attendant should dress properly, wearing long shirt and a tie. I said, what the heck!, I've invited into several workshops before with its invitation said that they'll be opened by some important people and we should wear such a suit accordingly. Yet, everytime I wear those outfit, they never showed up. FYI, I really hate wearing long shirt with tie, to much trouble making the right knot, so at that time I just wear shirt with a so-so trouser and my old black sneaker(!). I came early and sat at the second row next to my boss. And when the workshop began, It did opened by the Minister himself! Crap! The room was full with reporters and journalists. At that time I just hope every important people there didn't notice me and somehow I missed all the shot done by the fotographers and cameramen. I'd brought shame to my office if somehow they had a chance and asked me where I was working. So, I kept my silence and try to hide from the view. And even when the discussion session began I never dare to join and ask any question.
And then, couple days before new year eve, I went to my friend's sister wedding in Bandung. I know my friend from elementary school, and later we even went to same highschool, and he was far from good student. I never know his family connected to such important people. Medco Co. owner, the Panigoro's family came, some important people from parlement also came and even celebrities! That was the first time I saw Maudy K, the actrees in person. Whoa! she was so damn gorgeous, no wonder my mom always said I should find a wife like her. The comedian actor Indra B, also came. Hmm... never thought he was so small.
And then yesterday, when I was shopping in a supermarket late at night, a lady pass me by in groceries section. I felt that I've seen her before (Hell yeah! she was cute, of course every normal man would feel to know her), until she went and talked to a guy who address her as his wife, and I was suprise when I saw the guy. He was Andika, the guy who force to quit from a famous band, Peterpan. Somehow I managed to talk to him and express my feelings o him about that event (Yeah, he don't deserve that attitude, especially because he was one of the founder of the band and named it). He just said thanks for my attention and continue accompanying his wife buy things. (what else do I expect? Getting invited to his house?). He was nice man though.
So, in less than three weeks, somehow the destiny arranged me to met some of known celebs and important people who shape the face of this country, and I should gratefull for this, for being able to learn one or two things from them. But you know what? whenever I think of this again, I'm became really, really sad. It's because the destiny have not allow me to meet the one who I'm supposed to meet. She, who's willing to share her dreams and happines with me. Or I had already meet her but somehow neither I or her had realize it yet?

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