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.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Weird...

I don't know what happened to me these days. My work keep have put me under a constant stress. Doing three work at the same time is really not a good idea. Well, I thought I could handle them, but eventually they not as easy as I thought. But hey... ! what the heck... this my choice anyway... Holly Crap! I have to blame her for everything I've choose these days. Breaking my heart, messed up my life... what else? Hmm, ... or probably I should I thank her? Anyway, some weird things happened to my head last night. Exhausted because of daily stuff, I went to bed early and there I was, sleeping like a dead log. Then at two in the morning I woke up, just like that. The most weird thing was that I felt fresh and my mind was never as clear as that time. Seems like I got enlightenment or something... I remember, at that time because I had nothing to do I tried to think every steps I took in my life. Finding whether it was right or wrong. If it was wrong, I planned every step to make it right. And somehow I got all answer for all my problems... Great huh? So I went to a night shalah, waiting for shubuh to come, have my shubuh shalah then got back to sleep again as usual. And the crappiest thing happened, I forgot every answer I had when I woke up! God is really had His jokes on me... wakakaka.... Really...


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