That lone voice

I went to the 7 am mass this morning after barely 4 hours sleep because I always woke up in the middle of the night due to the tension of not being able to wake up at 6 am. Sometimes, I get so stressed, I even dream of my priest calling my name to wake me. LOL.

I had lots of barbeque the previous night. So, this morning, I discovered that my vocal chord is rather tight and I have phlegm. I tried to get my voice working normally but the traffic lights were all green. That means, I only need 4 minutes to reach church from my home. Four minutes are not enough for me to wake my voice up. I also couldn’t possibly sat in my car in the dark church car park and practise my ‘ma ma ma ma mi mi mi mi’ like what our choir master taught us to do before our choir. Who knows, someone may mistaken me for someone possessed and call the priest to exorcise me.

So, the only option left is I have to sing really forcefully just before my lector’s duty. There are three songs, an opening hymn, Lord have mercy and Gloria. I need to make use of that few moments to clear the phlegm from my throat or else risking getting the ‘ahem ahem’ sound system rosak when it is my duty.

And that’s when I realised how tough it is to be the lone voice. I am not sure why but the parishioners sitting around me were exceptionally quiet this morning. So, I kept hearing my own voice. I hate that. I like my voice to be drowned. I don’t like to be the lone voice.

Which brings to the serious part of my post. I think it is always very hard for anyone to be the lone voice in anything. For that, I must respect these people whom had fought for us with their lone voice. It happens all the time. No one wants to be the bad guy. No one wants to get into sticky situation. So, everyone shut up and hope someone else will say it or do it.

But I think one of the reason why my blog stays a bit out of the normal league is because of my lone voice. I don’t blog the way others do. You may get some mushy woman story one day, a down-to-earth story on another and ‘I want to save humanity’ vigour on some days.

Today, out of boredom, I wrote a post on my faith blog :

You know what I hate about people who writes to The Editor? Usually, they are echoing something they read or they are echoing someone who echoed something they read. To me, this is mere parroting. Anyway, my letters to the editor hardly get published because I am always very extreme and vocal in what I wanted to say and these letters never get pass the editor.
That’s why when I have this sharp tool call a blog, I can express everything, any time. So, this will be my own letter to the editor. And I am the editor

So, never be a parrot. Parrots don’t have brains. That’s why they only mimic others all day. Be the lone voice. The worst is people hate you but you still achieve what you want.

Therefore, my mission for September is to be the lone voice.

Added : Right after I published this, I just realized what a big bunch of parrots we have in Gerakan and MCA. HOI! You guys are a little too late lah! Where were you guys with your semangat when UMNO members made racist remarks? Now, both your parties were no longer relevant and you are just starting to voice out. How many times have they asked you balik tongsan? Read this feeble attempt by Gerakan on Malaysiakini.