Monday, August 23, 2010 a tiring day.
Monday, August 23, 2010
been working real heroicly for my license and bike, i wanna fullfill my dream of having a license and bike. i'm no longer as young as before, i should earn bigly!.
looking right to my hand, crunching my fist, thinking; " so this is how it feels like to be older" taking in a deep breath feeling the old heavy body i having now. looking back to the pass; recalling how it feels like in the pass where i am still having a young and light body: where i place my both palm together, rubbing again my each palm feeling the young and smoothness of childhood. but this is all just a memory where i won't be able to feel it again.
look at those day back, when i was still a kid i may not seems much of a burdern. just like a young sprout of a plant where it just required a small amount of water, a year passed it grown bigger into a tree more water will be required for it growth. where life will live in and depend on.
for a tree to survive it root have to penatrate through the ground to harvest for greater source by it self.
just like a man who have to take the responsibility by himself; taking care of the loves one and being depended on.
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been writting a story of JANE but i dare not publish it i need someone to correct my gramma.
lord please i wanna be a WRITTER, an ARCHITECH, CHEFF and a ARTIST!
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been working real heroicly for my license and bike, i wanna fullfill my dream of having a license and bike. i'm no longer as young as before, i should earn bigly!.
looking right to my hand, crunching my fist, thinking; " so this is how it feels like to be older" taking in a deep breath feeling the old heavy body i having now. looking back to the pass; recalling how it feels like in the pass where i am still having a young and light body: where i place my both palm together, rubbing again my each palm feeling the young and smoothness of childhood. but this is all just a memory where i won't be able to feel it again.
look at those day back, when i was still a kid i may not seems much of a burdern. just like a young sprout of a plant where it just required a small amount of water, a year passed it grown bigger into a tree more water will be required for it growth. where life will live in and depend on.
for a tree to survive it root have to penatrate through the ground to harvest for greater source by it self.
just like a man who have to take the responsibility by himself; taking care of the loves one and being depended on.
< >
been writting a story of JANE but i dare not publish it i need someone to correct my gramma.
lord please i wanna be a WRITTER, an ARCHITECH, CHEFF and a ARTIST!
.....................................................................................
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