Wednesday, February 4, 2009
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writing... just writing things down
It is not that I chose to write, rather, it is that I wanted to write. I scribble words that mean nothing independently, but when put together illustrates life. I write not because I wanted to grow linguistically, but I want people to experience things through reading. For I think joy lies not only in life itself, but, too, in the appreciation of it. I let words come together to become sentences, sentences become paragraphs, then essays, then life. If man has the right to speak, them man has the obligation to write, for expression is not solely based in sounds but by whispers of the mid caused by reading. I like writing for it seems that a new creature is created as I stroke my pen. The sky can forever be blue, the sea always clean, and life ever so sweet. It may sound hindered, but this ideal world a pen has created became the ideal world man sought to have. I write because I chose to depict, to tell, to narrate. For in black and white, love will always be so pure, so innocent. Simply, through writing a world can be created and cannot be changed unwillingly. It may be that I do not want things being temporary but even in writing, nothing can be immortal. Still I choose to write for people to remember the feelings and experiences they had, but forgot to appreciate.
at higit sa lahat, ang mga kaibigan ang sumisira sa lovelife mo! di ba di ba? hahahaha
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