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, March 01, 2007

Morning Conversations

Small talk between me (ME) and friends of mine (F1,2)
F1: Hey, Ms. Angel got another Rich husband... Hmm, it,s just what I thought before, she's just a bitch.
ME: Hey, that's not fair, you cannot judged her like that. She got her reasons, of course...
F2: Yup, sex and money, what else could it be?
ME: Money I can understand, but sex? She was secretly married for three times to old men.
F2: It's the coconut effect my boy, the older it is, the more oily it becomes... and men are just like that... So be proud become one.
ME: Hehehehe.. Yeah, but I wonder, why most of beautifull and pretty women always screwed up like that?
F1: Stupid! If a woman is not pretty, there will be no men wanted to screw her... rite
ME: ... ... you got a point there... yet, I still feeling pity for them...
F2: So? What? Since you're still a bachelor you wanted to 'save' them by marrying them?
ME: Hehehe... you read my mind... No man will reject a gift of marrying to a pretty woman...
F2: Wakakaka... if you wanted to 'save' them, firstly you gotta have yourself screwed , so you can talk at the same language with them... the you married with her, but of course if you do this none of you will be 'saved'...
ME: ... Hmm... you're saying is, one kind of people will met and fit each other for the its kind too?
F2: No, silly, what I'm trying to say is, your feelings will always blinded by lust...
ME: Wakakaka.. then, I got no problem there.... I don't believe in this crappy love any more... lust is all I got now
F1: What.. huh? Got rejected again? wakakaka....or a painfull break-up?
ME: Crap! None of your business! anyway every 'love story' written in my book always ended up badly, so that's my conclusion now. No need l-o-v-e to create a perfect marriage, since there is no one exist...
F2: True... there's no perfect marriage, and all the feelings will burned up after the first 6 months...but you gotta have some base when you got marry some day?
ME: Advice taken, but I live my own life here. Haven't found one love who love me back equally...
F2: Sacrifices my friend, sacrifices... What are you willing sacrificed for your love?
F1: The way I see it, you still got your ego attached to your belly.
ME: Hahaha... Before the last, I was sacrificing all for this feeling, but it seems they can never able to see those.
F1: Patient then, its time factor...it's not your time yet then...
ME: Argh...Don't give that crap again... I'm just soo tired with all of those...really, really tired...

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