As I thought my visits here are becoming less and less freguent. There is always so much to do or nothing to do at all. And when there's nothing to do, I won't remember that I should write here or if I emember then I'm scared to write here. I know I have written here before already, but I'm still not used to talk...I mean write about myself. I can write here because I know that there is a low possibility that someone I know will read all of this or if will read don't know that it's me. I hope it stays like this...
Oh, I remembered....last year, when I was coming back from work, I thaught of a little rhime (actually it's more like a mini-song...not so good too):
I wish I could fly across the sky,
and feel the world as bird.
I wish I could have a different view,
and see the world anew.
A-haha-ha-haha...the su-un.
A-haha-ha-haha...the wind.
A-haha-ha-haha...the sensation of flying high in the sky,
is making me feel good and believe in this world.
And sometime later I thought up something similar to the first one:
I wish I could fly, like a bird in the sky.
I wish I could fly, like a bird in high sky.
Where the wind and the clouds will show me the way.
The way to where - that I don't know.
So here they are. I hope they are not too bad to put them up here.
Anyway...that's it for today.
Yume
