Okay allow me to create a story for you.
One hari anda are walking down the jalan, street oleh your self all the sudden, I come up to anda and say hey ------
come walk with me for a second, I got some thing to tell you. anda decided to follow me, after about 20 minuets of silence, anda ask me how I knew your name. I say to you, "When I come from everyone knows your name." anda see I came from the future, and I'm here to tell anda a story that may shock the socks off you. In 20 years from now anda ------- will create a image that will crown anda the best artist in the world and that image will become lebih Iconic then the Mona Lisa. And it will hang in the biggest art museam in the world.
Then five years after anda stand in front of your priceless art, giving a speach in front of thousands. When all the sudden the lights go out, after a few detik they come back on and your creation is gone... Your lives work, your life it's gone, stolen! The news says it's the crime of the century and done in front of thousands! anda can't help crying for weeks, and decades pass with no sign of it anywere.
You, your work and that hari go down in history, but never again did anda see your priceless work of art.
Tell me how did my story make anda feel? about being the best artist in the world and it gets stolen?
komentar and tell me.
One hari anda are walking down the jalan, street oleh your self all the sudden, I come up to anda and say hey ------
come walk with me for a second, I got some thing to tell you. anda decided to follow me, after about 20 minuets of silence, anda ask me how I knew your name. I say to you, "When I come from everyone knows your name." anda see I came from the future, and I'm here to tell anda a story that may shock the socks off you. In 20 years from now anda ------- will create a image that will crown anda the best artist in the world and that image will become lebih Iconic then the Mona Lisa. And it will hang in the biggest art museam in the world.
Then five years after anda stand in front of your priceless art, giving a speach in front of thousands. When all the sudden the lights go out, after a few detik they come back on and your creation is gone... Your lives work, your life it's gone, stolen! The news says it's the crime of the century and done in front of thousands! anda can't help crying for weeks, and decades pass with no sign of it anywere.
You, your work and that hari go down in history, but never again did anda see your priceless work of art.
Tell me how did my story make anda feel? about being the best artist in the world and it gets stolen?
komentar and tell me.