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, June 04, 2007

A Leap into the Pit

Thousands pages I've read,many stories i've heard,
telling me voices of hearts,journey with no end
for unforgetable meeting I've been,
for every joyfull laughter I've shared,
and for each struggle I've done,
How should I see my journey?
With stars won't shed their light,
nor the moon won't smile to me,
And nights keep me close in his darkness,
Where is the road I usually take?
It seems, line of choices has led me ashtray,
I've lost my guidance, and all wishes are fading away,
One hope whom I take won't be my friend at all,
Once again I falling down into a bottomless pit,
But this time, I went down smiling,
though no one will care about it.