Since entering college, I hardly ever get the time to sit still and let my mind wander. Years ago, if I really did follow my heart, I would've chosen to go into art. Alas, being asian and that art rarely puts food on the table unless you're just that good or dead, that interest of mine has always been pushed aside as just a hobby.

Yesterday, when I try to lift up my pencil and draw something, nothing came to me. Nadda. Zip.

And I felt just so devastated, like a huge part of me has died.

Sighs...I hope this is just a temporary death.