Leave the pen. Take the cannoli.

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amtrak in the morning
Late last month, on the weekend before Christmas, I took a day in San Francisco, just to get out of Davis for a little while and sketch things on ground that slopes a bit. I didn’t have much of a plan beyond “go to the Ferry Building, have a cannoli, draw loads”. So I did. Here’s my sketch from the early morning Amtrak train, above. It’s not cheap, traveling the Amtrak, but it’s a lovely journey and you get free wifi.

So I got to the San Francisco Ferry Building, where they have the Saturday Farmer’s Market. I like getting here on a Saturday, and finding the little stall inside that sells Italian cannoli filled with chocolate, and sugary messy lemon-filled ‘bombolini’, little doughnuts. After cleaning my face I went outside to draw a panorama, which took about an hour and a quarter. Those sugary treats made me work…

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true..

ternyata kuliah itu sama yah kaya cinta.

makin lama makin susah dan makin banyak tugas dan rintangan yang harus dihadepin supaya dapet hasil yang terbaik :p

love is ..

Love. Love is the greatest gift God ever gave man or woman. Love is not wanting to go anywhere without him. Love is not caring what other people think about the two of you. Love is when you feel depressed and sickly when you’re not with him. You feel like your life has no meaning or purpose without him. And that if he wasn’t holding your hand you would float away to heaven from where he came. Love is caring for his physically and emotionally. It’s telling him everyday, anytime, anywhere, anyhow, for no just reason that you love him. Love is telling him u want to spend the rest of your life with him. Love is wanting to marry him even tho ya’ll haven’t been dating that long. That you would do anything and everything for him. It’s the feeling that you would give up everything just to see his smile or look into his beautiful eyes or hear his soft, soothing voice. Love is pure happiness. Love is the feeling you get when all you have to do is think of him and it brings a smile to your face and your heart. Love is not being able to think about nething abut him. Love is having the sweetest dreams about him and waking up with a smile on ur face. Love is an overwelming feeling of pure bliss when the 2 of u kiss. Love is wanting to hold him in ur arms till the end of time. Love is wishing ur time with him never ends, that your lips would be locked together forever, that he’d be in ur arms till the end of time, that u could cuddle with him for all of eternity. Love is being helplessy and deeply in love with him and knowing your love for him and your feelings for him will never change/end. Love is the world, the world is love, and he is the world to me…