Hope

It was a long day, my poor feet stuck in my stilettos for the whole day and my hands smudged with charcoal and graphite. exerting so much effort for a nude sketch thinking about the lines I've read from a friend's blog post. And now marinated with Norah Jones' Painter song hoping that my brush would take me somewhere.

An hour before I stepped in the condo im pretty sure that my head was filled of artistic ideas for a blog post that it made me forget about my aching feet and once i sat in front of my blog suddenly everything that I was formulating for a new blog post vanished. I blogged because i want to write, and i want to talk although i didnt really know what to write about. Maybe Il just let all the creative juices flow but I was quite afraid of copying somebody else's tactic. In the long run I hope that I'd get to write my posts in my own fashion too. although sometimes i feel like writing is my waterloo. Eversince I paid so much attention to my drawing skills probably because my course demanded so much form me which pushed me to exceed my limits. I even applied as a writer for a magazine because I love the challenge. Oh well i think I've been squeezing my brain too much tonight. Perhaps im too tired from all the work at school or my weeping just gave me a headache. The next time I read other poeple's post I'l try my best not to weep again or at least avoid pouring out so much emotions on blog posts