When I walked through the bedroom hallway this morning, I was whistling a song I love for many years ago. I like awake after the song was finished with a whistle that since I entered the city of Yogyakarta my hobby this one just disappeared. I had been looking for and felt something was missing from my soul, that is my way of whistle. Such as getting washed in the Spirit this morning that it would have lost, it there again. When I can whistle it was all my soul floating despair that so far reaching, loosen the tension of nerve whistle. If I could whistle the soul seemed relieved. For some reason, can not explain with words how I felt so uniq and depth that may be felt in my soul.
If my voice is melodious as well as melodic singing then the whistle the listener's ear., but it is strange and rare whistling woman like me who seem rare in the eyes with a culture that still smelled of patrician palace. Is it because of nobility and freedom of a person then it must be emasculated? With my mind full of this freedom I do not agree. Culture precisely gave place to culture of independence to the executor. Is aritocrasy guarantee when people become devastated and mad because they could not feel their soul freely?