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.

Friday, May 18, 2007

If... just if...

If you just could see the sun smile,
you'll know how happy he is, being the first sending greeting to the day.
If you just could hear the wind whispering,
you'll know how delighted he is, telling stories of all places.
If you just could feel the mountain move,
you'll know how excited he is, walking to place he never been before.
If I just could touch your heart,
you'll feel that mine will never made of stone.
If I just could see you now,
you'll see how much I'm longing for you...

posted by booms2x | 2:46 PM

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