07-06-2009

it is my drawing again, it is a pen drawing so it don't look nice.. pity.. actually i can sharpen my skill by training my drawing skill more but i don't really have the mood or feeling to draw. i like drawing a lot, it is very much.. sketching is my favorite and it is also my weakest way on drawing. there are someone that i am very proud with her drawing, didn't see much of it because she only displayed few. actually there are skill and technique in drawing too so it is not that easy.

i think i should stop everything and make it on next time or chance, it cant be now or after this so just hold it awhile for a moment. i am mind on what i think when i think of it. i know myself don't have ability and i will not have ability for now. it is not right at all. from all the people i know in online world, people than online in house, when i think of myself, i feel like i am the most unique one among all of them. i am not rich and i am not suppose to be the type that can online that long time, even a friend of mine always say he is poor but from what i see, he don't feel that poor to me other than a lucky one.

nobody knows who i really am, i never felt this empty before, and if i ever need someone to come along, who is going comfort me and keep me strong? we are all rowing the boat of fate, the waves keep on coming and we can't escape, but if we ever get lost on our way, the waves would guide you through another day. far away, i am breathing, as if i were transparent, it would seem i was in the dark, but i was only blindfolded. i give a prayer as i wait for the new day. shining vividly up to the edge of that sea. nobody knows who I really am, maybe they just don't give a damn, but if I ever need someone to come along, i know you would follow me, and keep me strong. People hearts change and sneak away from them, the moon in its new cycle leads the boats again. and every time i see your face, the ocean heaves up to my heart, you make me want to strain at the oars, and soon, i can see the shore. i can see the shore, when will u see the shore? i want you to know who I really am, i never thought i will feel this way towards you, and if you ever need someone to come along, i will follow you and keep you strong. and still the journey continues on quiet days as well, the moon in its new cycle shines on the boats again. i give a prayer as i wait for the new day, shining vividly up to the edge of that sea. and every time i see your face, the ocean heaves up to my heart, you make me wanna strain at the oars, and soon, i can see the shore. we are rowing the boat of fate, but the waves keep attacking us, but it is not that still a wonderful journey? are they any of them a wonderful journey?