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.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Only time will tell

Thousands stories buried beneath time,
some were lost other were waited to be found,
but what those stories could tell us?
only time will tell.
We often asked to ourself questions,
some with answer but others with none,
but who had right to decide?
only time will tell.
Tired of waiting? Feeling to fast to know?
well..., the test of life never that simple,
whether we pass or not, we won't know,
only time will tell.
Believe me when I said I don't know,
cause I really do,
But how will you know the truth?
only time will tell.

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