picked up the pencil again last night, after what seemed like eons of procrastination.
it's so therapeutic i should just do it every night.
it's a bit silly but when i try to sketch a person, in my mind i would try to replay the feeling inside of me when he/she is around me, his/her most distinct features, his/her mannerisms, etc.
it's a welcome distraction, indeed.
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some people are like popular music. You like them immediately, (almost) everyone likes them immediately, what you see is what you get, and that's about the end of the story.Then there are those people who are like Indie music. At first maybe you don't get it; you think the followers/fans are crazy, you think it's all a matter of bad taste, you wonder why there are followers in the first place, you think it sounds like some annoying crap, you think that it's all about trying too hard to be different, you don't like it much, if not, at all.
But then they/it grows on you.
There are the subtle moments of beauty and wisdom, the little actions of kindness and generosity, the small bit of a gasp you feel along with the gratitude,
and you think to yourself-
no wonder.
and then, before you know it,
you already love it/love them that way.
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in my humble opinion, a person only approaches another person because she or he wants something.
A report, pocket money, someone to kill time with, bus fare, tissue paper, atm card, reassurance and comfort, umbrella, keys to the cabinet, a listening ear and advice, a telephone number, a calculator, to be held and loved, help with a task, a free meal;
nobody approaches someone else for absolutely no reason.
(and so) i get confused, and (sometimes) frustrated,
when people don't tell me (exactly) what they want from me.
sometimes i get so frustrated i just want to simply ask-
'so, what exactly do you want from me?'
was playing in I's car as GMW was sleeping and i was staring out blankly into the open field.
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