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.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

My sweetest Mistake

the moon was rising when you started to walk,
wearing anything which make any man starred,
you completely ignored all the laugh and bark,
your ignorance was an adorable bait for me,
It was a mistake to touch your skin,
held your body tight and kissed your lips,
love? affection? lust? They were nothing but a taste,
taste of my mind which was really sweet,
so part of my soul was taken by you,
my heart was always tried to fill the hole inside,
my senses was crumbling looking for the same feeling again,
before I know it, I was addicted to you,
you, my sweetest mistake...

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

You are Perfect

Once, someone who dear to me said to me (more of hoping-complaining actually) after she heard a song sang by "Andra and the Backbone" titled "Sempurna" (meaning: perfect) that she wished her boyfriend (or someone, I don't know whether she had one or not) said the words that she is perfect, in anyway he looked at her. I remember I was smiling when I heard she said those words.
Well, didn't all men who are falling in love to their woman will said those words? Some probably said them so their woman will know, some probably write those words in a letter and send it to her so she can read his words. Some Probably express the words "you are perfect" doing some action so she can see it.
So many ways for men express those words so their woman can feel it, and you, woman of all people cannot understand them all? It just because women ego which refuse to see and feel what the men trying to "say". One women said, I'll understand and felt what men do if you send me flower. Another will understand if he said it bluntly. Another want it with a kindness. While some other will feel the words if he give her a diamond. Ooohh... The hell with your ego!
That was the reason why I was smiled when I her her said those words. The other reason was that, even after some time I haven't met her, and after all the commotion I did in between. Every time I came in contact with her in any means, she is perfect in anyway I see her.  So I was smiled again but this time a bitter one.

Friday, January 11, 2008

Surga fana di dunia

Wanita memang racun!
Racun yang paling manis untuk ditenggak,
mungkin sekarang aku sedang menunggu,
dan mati perlahan akibatnya...

Batas yang aku gariskan sendiri ku lewati juga,
Yang selama ini aku jaga,
kukira aku berbeda dengan yang lain,
ternyata aku salah sekali...

Aku munafik,
ternyata apa yang kurasakan palsu belaka
setelah terlewati akan tetap terlewati,
dan ini karena wanita... dan ketololanku sendiri.

Berada didekatnya aku merasa senang,
Dengan buai cumbu rayu dibuatnya aku melayang,
Sampai setelah dia hilang
dan aku sadar dompet ku menghilang.

Wanita memang suatu kesalahan, kesalahan yang menyejukkan,
kesalahan yang paling indah, yagn terus kulakukan,
satu-satunya pembenaran yang dapat kuingat hanyalah...
Pria pertama yang tercipta, mengalami hal yang sama..

Saturday, January 05, 2008

Ensiklopedi

Seumpamanya.... hidup adalah jutaan buku ensiklopedi yang terus ditulis, maka pada kumpulan ensiklopedi yang aku miliki, akan ditemukan padanya satu kata, yaitu kata "Cinta" pada beberapa buku yang berawal huruf "C". Didalam puluhan buku mengenai "Cinta" tersebut, terdapat satu buku mengenai cerita cinta kepada seseorang. Cerita yang tidak dapat ditulis lagi tetapi enggan ku akhiri. Yahh... mungkin aku memang masih berharap untuk dapat meneruskan cerita tersebut, tetapi ilham itu masih belum datang saja. Tapi kupikir lagi, dari pada menunggu ide yang tak kunjung datang lebih baik menulis cerita pada bagian yang lain. Hidup ini bukan hanya satu cerita saja, masih ada jutaan kata yang diawali oleh 25 huruf lainnya pada ensiklopediku yang harus diberi makna. Jadi sementara ini buku tentang cerita tersebut aku biarkan begitu saja, menunggu ilham dari yang diatas bagaimana kelanjutannya.