CIANJUR

Yup, that’s the name of my hometown. Cianjur. I was born there on September 29th 1976, Wednesday, at noon. I was born in a small house of a “Bidan”. I can remember the place perfectly. It was near a rail track. On a street called, Cikidang. Hehe, I know that all the place’s name that you will find here are kinda weird or “Norak”. Still, when you talk about your hometown it won’t matter instead it’ll bring all the good times & the great memories there. That’s why I dedicated this writing for it. Suddenly this afternoon while I’m watching ‘adzan maghrib’ my memories bring me back to Cianjur & my eyes start watery. I remember all the streets there. I remember all of my ex-elementary & junior high school’s friends. I remember… my home. The park, the building, the car wash, the rooms, the kitchen, the bathroom, the betamax video, the Nintendo, the laserdisc, man… I miss them all. One more thing, I remember all the foods. I miss ‘Bubur Cianjur’, ‘Nasi Goreng Oshin’, ‘Maranggi’, …gosh I’m gonna need more time just to write them down.
I think that’s how we’re supposed to be, a great memory. When I die, I want everybody will only remember the great memories they’ve had with me. Just like my hometown, I want to be something that really leaves a mark on the minds of the people that I’ve met. A good mark off course that can change the person’s life. Obviously, Cianjur has changed mine.
Ahhh, I really miss my Cianjur...