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, January 22, 2011
I think what..
I think what I say. I say what I think. I think what I see. I think, I say, and I write. Think, say, and write, that is what I am. It makes no difference as to what I say and what I think and what I write. Sometimes it keeps me wondering as to why we have to say something everyday. Well it is just because they have too much, or they have little, or they have nothing...To many, despite they have nothing, pouring is more interesting and satisfying than filling...haha. Then what actually they are pouring..?
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