For the couple of days, i feel frustrated though i don't wanna think about it that way, i just couldn't deny the truth. what frustrates me the most is that i haven't started writing anything for the aspirant blog, or i haven't started painting since God-knows-when was the last time i created something beautiful. I just couldn't work my hands to paint again. geez, isn't that frustrating?
I finished reading Peck's book, and i have moved on to the next book by U.S. Anderson, but i haven't read the next chapter since i began reading the prior chapters last week. its not that i have not the time, but because i feel inspirited as if my soul has been taken away from me, but of course im just exagerating...dude...
