my mouth is drainy.

Last week, I was helping my bunkmate come up with a handmade Valentine's Day present for this girl he was courting. We stopped by Artfriend which, for me, was like going to ToysR'Us. It was perhaps the first time in many months I dabbled in something art and craft-ish, albeit it was for the Celebration of Commercial Display of Love.

I miss art lessons. Painting, playing with colours and getting my uniform tainted with paint. I miss thinking that I am going to come up with some warped ideas from looking out of the bus window and using it for my piece. I miss going to museums for shows and then wishing I was as good as them, hoping that one day I will have my own show, too.
Perhaps I should start painting again.

This is a very boring weekend.