hooooooooooonk!!!

it's funny. i say i'm not a writer, not a literate person. i like my art, my pictures and colours. yet i just finished writing two lengthy emails, and plan on writing a postcard before I go to bed. and these emails weren't short either. personally i felt they were kinda lengthy and only about my self.

but when it comes to writing here, on blogger, i never know what to write. i don't look forward to it. and hardly get any satisfaction from it. but there is something as of late i have be experiencing from writing to people. and i think it is just filling a void i have. it seems to just be babble, the proverbial verbal vomit, about myself. and it never seems to be positive, nor really negative. i told a friend that i was jealous of her rough time in Korea. she's not enjoying the 6 days a week in a place that is set in its ways. but she is there with her sister, living together, making the best of what they have. they are out in a strange world, learning about a different culture, learning about themselves and each other. to me, i see it as a time of sharing life with someone, being close, having stories and memories. friends are what life's all about. and that's why i'm jealous.

"A good friend will bail you out of jail, but your BEST FRIEND is the one sitting next to you saying that was f@#$ing awsome!"

to be continued...

i guess there's always more than the cover