Recently I've been blessed with such an opportunity that only knocks once per year. Now I've been cherishing each moments with my new-found comrades, that I've forgot doing one thing that made me... errrmm. me.
Then huge wave of super duper hyper mega imaginary lightening bolt suddenly charged straight at me.
What is this I keep on forgetting? Oh that's right, my passion. My other me, my one and only skill.
It's been two months (I think) since I shared something, since I relieve myself of these complicated and mind-draining activity called work.
Now I know what is bothering me, you know what I did?
I took up my notebook and started doodling again. And boy I was amazed that I still got it, my sheer and sincere happiness is that of a boy who rode his first bicycle(or maybe having a puppy for a pet which ever works for y'all).
As I end this ... ermm... thing. I realized.
I may learn a new skill, or I may meet new people (or someone I could fall for) or maybe even stir up some new devious plans. There would only thing I may really represent me.
I am an artist, and I appreciate life thru my art.
Listening to: The Final Coundown - Europe
Playing: Monster Hunter Portable 3rd