Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
The voices...
Writing is not a voice at all. It is supposed to be an expression from somewhere deep down. Much softer than the wind blows. Is it a voice from heaven? Makes no mistake with feeling, but the expression is not a feel at all. It goes beyond one's eye, mind and heart. It comes from several voices. But what was being written? Can be from a person with only one voice and one sound and one track expression of no thought. A suppression and not an expression. It might come from the cruel one or the most timid. What about my thought expression? Considering I can easily be cheated I hear no one voice but several. Thus I hold no grudge against others. Thus I am a man with less stress. If it is an ordinary man with one sound and voice, again giving my voices circumstances, he is already a dead man. He lives with one voice. But as for me it is the third voice that comes to my rescue. Stressful in reading what I write? Then try to listen to your another voice. It might be more perfecting and comforting. It might hold answers to your sadness, sickness, and your long lasting happiness. Haha.
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the voice of us..selling susah nak study laa prof :( tak tau nak ikut syllbus yg mane..
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