Like my friend's sister here, whose words are very effective to collect donation for Mount Merapi eruption survivors. Just within days, they collect millions of rupiah.
And still fresh in our memory (at least mine ;), how Prita Mulyasari get herself sued after posted complains about a hospital where she was mistreated.
But sometimes, words can be just words. Once you write it down or utter it, there it goes. Gone. With the wind. Literally. We can hear it once, and that's all. No further action, no follow ups.
As for me, I love words. That's why, since I was a teenager, I like to talk, debate, and discuss. And I always get fascinated by new words and their meaning.
Words are cloths. My words, my cloths. Everyone can see it, while I can't hide it once I utter it. My words, the true me. And its not without difficulties to keep it that way, cause sometimes lies, black or white, still tempt me.
But then again, words as only words or words as the true us entirely depend on us and us only.
O words.. :)
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