Passion, caprice, glee and enthusiasm of writing occupy special peculiar space in my tiny heart. Have you ever feel like moving your fingers when you have a funny, blue and wrath rolling over every ounce of your cells? How do I define writing? Was it just lines of word, arranged and there it is? My dictionary says, writing is about telling story, whether it hurts and you make it gay or vice versa. It’s something that has everything. Once the smooth ink sinks on the paper it is going to be something. It gives life to the souls, it lighten the nearly ending life. Writing is always special, I learn life from writing. Three things I learn from this life are faith, love and trust. How can goofy ugly words make me learn? I bet this is what they say. Watch me, lesson number one, before you even doodle on the paper, learn to watch. Use the right anatomy because you might mix-up dynamic emotions on your fingers. When your eyes capture things, mental envisages it and channels feeling to your fingers. Everytime I watch things, I learn to derive vocabs from it. Every word written meant a lot to me, every single of it brings about different story about me. This leads to lesson number two, learn to say things obliquely. Writers are always full of story, so we learn to twist things, so that it will be unfathomable and deep. This is what I like the most about writing. Sometimes the answers were there, but people did not get it straight. Sad, we are people who hide feelings under the beautiful lines because we could not afford being discovered. We are secret keepers. Writing make me be who I am because words treat me equal. Word I wrote never bit me. Things I wrote always warm in my heart because I wrote things I like. I said crag fast things that I wish I could pronounce loud. Everything I did in my own way which heads to lesson number three, speaks heart language. We are the most true when we write. We write from heart and we mean it. It goes to every little thing that happens to be passed by the bosom. What sparks your life that goes straight to your souls, I assume precious. For us, it’s never matter if people don’t know how we feel, because we have writing that brings about vitality. Pen and papers is always our best friend and we cannot afford people letting us down so many time. We cannot afford merely bad heartbreak. We are vulnerable inside, but on papers we are stronger than we always do. Where all the courage lies within, that’s what we called “the best thing of my life”. We compose those pretty words and we shall never quit.But i have to quit..everything goes around is not fer everyone anymore.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Hey,haha..hmm maybe its really a crime falling in love with someone. Perhaps,it is so wrong to wait for them and even miss them. Sometimes its just thousand words with blur pictures around,i just can't figure it out the shape coming in. Humans are so blind,or its just a human?(which is me)counting days,wishful nights..was it futile or its really unnecessary..something really goin on in here,sometime we get used to it and try to let it go. God really create some ppl with stones and diamonds,the harder u try to break it off,u're the one who gets bleed,the diamond will never scratched a bit. But is it really wrong to love someone?i've been pouring myself with questions,i nvr get the answers..you teach me things you preach everything..maybe its really wrong to love someone..its a sigh,i noe i had try my best..to be the best,but i'm sorry i'm just a spoiler in everything......
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Its a sob sob day,well nvm it over,totally over..i've cruised my days..hmm,its just so damn pathetic!i dunno whats going on with my head..somebody please shake me,push me frm 3rd floor,m i insane or m i just having no thing to do..like real no-thing things..haha,,see its my insanity night,i dun have my painkiller wimme probably dats y m acting weird as in odd in a sense of normal homo sapien who breath using oxygen and eats mother earth stuff~jeez..ahhhh please i have no idea what is wrong wimme,i have identity confusion ke ape ni?damn~i can't figure it out myself..this is the worst thing!when i dunno what is wrong with what is wrong..hummmphh..its an insanity with necessary words following..like a lunatic night!i dunno whats wrong because there is nothing wrong..hows that its just so wrong to know when there is a wrong thing on being nothing wrong..gosh..please!!i have gone far frm my sense..help~help~i have amnesia and deja vu at the same time!!!