she ran down the shoreline, disappeared in the sea.
"Noone would know, only the oxfords and yellow stained pages could tell.
She left everything there before she went off, the dowdy shoes she loved, the paris figurine she dreamt of, the memories inked on paper and the key that led to her heart."
Hello there.
im very very very tired.
i believe my entries are all gonna start like that .___.
So the past week (5 days), were spent tutioning, mugging for tests, band etc.
life's a boring routine la.
honestly, i would gladly quit school :/
If only we could survive society without scholars, cerfiticates and whutnot.
mhmmm, so i painted again the other day.
quite lazy to transfer it and upload it here sooooo if you guys wanna see, it's up on fb.
so people came up to me and told me my painting was pretty good, thankyou for that yaa.
but honestly, i think everyone, yes i mean EVERY single one of us can draw/paint or do something artsy.
Yeah, you might find all this bull but im dead serious.
I failed art in sec one and two kaaaye.
Like seriously, and then i stopped drawing.
honestly, i still suck at drawing and shading and all that stuff we did in lower sec.
You see, everyone of us have a creative side, we just have to find the RIGHT MEDIUM.
Medium meaning paint, pottery, photography, drawing etc etc etc.
The list can go on for miles.
All you have to do is to hunt for it.
And it's gonna be pretty easy/hard depending on your luck.
you just have to try and try and try.
dont give up, art isn't a bore yknow.
I mean in certain situations it can be... (like art class..)
Buttttttttttttt, it can be a hobby and a hideout from the world.
At least that's what painting is to me.
I do it when im feeling fustrated, when everything's plain wrong, when words wont form and thoughts wont run in my head. When my fingers refuse to process the right words on to the computer. When i get bad grades, when i fought with someone, when im angry, when im crying, sugar-deprived, anytime.
In short, i paint when im unhappy period.
I would silence my phone and hide it under the covers, take all the homework and stuff them underneath the table, grab a plum and start painting.
And i cant stop when i start.
Until its done that is.
I lose track of time, stay oblivious to everything around me and i like it.
I like being in my own world.
It's as if im the creator, as if everything's in my perspective.
I usually feel like a camera, a camera that can shoot from every single angle.
I try to remember whatever memory that forms in my head and paint it on paper.
But it doesnt always work yknow.
There are so many paintings i would have done, if only i could get it right.
But i never did actually.
Everything's still stuck in my head, unable to get out.
which sucks, and which is why i wanna go learn how to paint from my head.
from imagination that is.
it's actually really hard. Only kids can do it well.
They're naive enough, and noone would judge and tell them,
"Hey! that's not an apple! It shouldn't be purple!"
Get my point??
Yaaaa........
-abrupt ending-
my mind's in a whirl and my eyes are shutting soooooooo....
have a good night people.
I have a sunburn.
