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.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

yang tak ku mengerti

Aku benar-benar tidak tahu,... tidak tahu,
Mungkin aku buta,... buta mata dan juga hati,
Mungkin aku juga tuli,... tidak dapat mendengarkanmu,
Yang aku tahu, ... tidak banyak,
hanya sepenggal kisah, sepotong cerita...,
Aku juga tahu dimana tempatku,
bukan berlagak pasrah tapi kita memang harus menerima kenyataan,
Aku tahu aku jauh dari sempurna,
mungkin malah lebih dekat kepada ketidaksempurnaan,
tapi ini bukan bermaksud menghinakan ciptaan-Mu, ya Allah,
karena aku peduli pada-Mu,
bukan juga bermaksud merendahkan diri meninggikan mutu di mata manusia,
Aku tidak pernah peduli mereka semua, kecuali satu.
Tetapi aku tidak mengerti, dan benar-benar tidak mengerti,
apakah karena kita memang benar-benar berbeda bahasa?

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