My beautiful inspiration

My beautiful inspiration

Story written by : ME and only me !!!

Started: April 20, 2011

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It was very warm that day and I decided to step out of my 3 year old rented apartment. That’s when I saw her.

My beautiful inspiration………

I looked down at my sketching and saw nothing, just lines of ….nonentity. I hate that I can’t think of anything to kick start my comic. The last one had been a disaster….. Harsh critics …..They nearly killed me. Heck! I think I’m already dead now.

I just need an inspiration…… even a tiny bit will do. Talking to my girlfriend? …I mean my ex-girlfriend is so out of question. Another reason why I’m still stuck … right now I just want to blame everything on her. I know it’s not right, but I just don’t care.

I need something fresh, something unexpected, something …..arrrghhh who am I kidding, I’m a gonner. Phone’s been ringing non stop for days. Editors are like vultures waiting to peck, the moment you throw in the towel. For someone who was at the top of the world, I’m now looking at nothing but the dirt in between my toes.

Yeah that’s me alright !!! The dirty dirt seeker. Ah- maybe if I write about my pathetic self I might get something, oh yes I can see it now, big bold headline “Biggest loser writes about his journey to loser land”. Seesh…

Gosh why is it so freaking hot today, it’s like seating in an oven?

I walked pass my dinner/working table, stacks of instant noodle cups threatening to collapse from the vibration of my feet thumping the floor. Self Note: must clean up later, soon ……never HAH. I pulled open my creaky balcony door, stepped out and stretched my body. The sunshine teases my eyes, forcing me to look away. That’s when I saw a movement from the corner of my eyes.

A girl and she is dancing.

My my now who do we have here? Never seen her before. Well it’s not like I know every one of my neighbors, but still, she is someone you just can’t overlook. To be honest, she stands out. I wonder where‘s she from? Is she alone, a student perhaps? How long did I miss this?

Gosh I don’t normally ogle at girls at my neighborhood, too personal…..to close to home. But there’s something about her that makes me want to stare. Come on be a good girl now and turn around…..yeah that’s it turn around. A little bit …a bit more…. Oh come on give me a break. Turn….. Turn….. Turn….. Turn…..I COMMAND YOU TO TURN AROUND!! Calm down she will turn when-.

The girl did an excellent one leg spin and stopped right in front of her balcony doorway. Laughing and talking animatedly on the phone. I just stared. She had shoulder length black hair pulled into a messy loose ponytail, big eyes and brown skin. She is so different …so foreign ….. fresh! Oh Yes! There it is my beautiful inspiration right there in front of me……. I can use her ! Look she is someone I wound never have thought about, a fresh start …new and unexpected ……Her !!!

Now that I see her, I quickly scramble back to my room, grabbed my sketching kits and ran back to the balcony, afraid of loosing her. Why? I really don’t know.

I observe her first, notice how she played with her ponytail, the way she placed her body on her balcony railing, the way she would scrunch up her face before bursting out laughing.

Yes this is what I need, I can write about a struggling lonely comic artist whose latest comic is inspired by a stranger girl. Yes I see it now, a story about a girl who had absolutely no idea, that an artist is using her to create a comic that will eventually become famous best seller. Why does this sounds familiar again? Oh who the hell cares, I just need a tiny motivation and I can kick start anything. It’s not a crime right? I mean lots of people write about random people they met, so this shouldn’t be any difference.

I watched her hang up and lazily drag her feet back in her room and slumped down on her cushy pillow by the table. She wiggled about on her pillow before grabbing a thick book, but not before scratching her left butt cheek first. I chuckled when I drew the exact replica of her action on my drawing pad.

When I looked back at the many pieces of rough sketches on the floor next to me, I notice she is not the typical prettiness my country is most familiar with. Her brown skin and facial features is different from my people. Yet she stands out to me…..just few minutes, watching her, I knew she was special. I glance back up and was disappointed when I spot the empty pillow.

Patience man ….she will come back …right?

I waited. Where is she? Come on I haven’t got the whole day ……actually I do.

I was about to stretch my body when my phone started to ring.

No way! I’m getting that now. Not while I still need a few more sketches.

But the maddening ring tone had me on my last nerve. With one final glance at her balcony, I walked back in …..Defeated by my own blasted phone…….

TBC……..

All in a day's work

This picture ....well it really reflect what i do at home all the time LOL

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Evening drizzle

Evening drizzle

Little diamonds drips from the window pane
Making tiny splash as it hits the floor
Cold air swirls through the window
Curtains blows from the gentle breeze
Muffled thunder rattles the small water puddle

A shiver runs through my body
As my feet touches the wet grass
Cold mud waits calmly for the unlucky feet
Little diamonds drips from the window panes
As I walked in the evening drizzle

hah not very good but just came up with this while wathing the rain just minutes ago.......

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Colorful Summer Heat

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I’m just an invisible ugly follower.

“Do you mind! I’m busy!” Ana snapped at me, her angry brown eyes narrowed and her cute nose flaring a little.
“Whoa! Gosh- I’m sorry Madam!” I said jokingly, holding both my hands up in surrender. Ana didn’t reply but kept her glare at me. And I knew she was serious. I should know better. Suddenly Ana snapped her head around at the sound of the library door opening.
I watched her, then the door. A short girl with long curly hair walked in through the door, barely looking at our way. When I looked back at Ana, she was already back on doodling her magazine. I notice she do that every time she is anxious about something.
“Is she expecting someone? Naah! She always tells me everything-so that must no be it”. I thought as I pulled out my drawing pad from my bag. Ana is like my sister, although many people would disagree with that. Well not because how differently we look but more on how she treats me.
Well most people would say, what we have is more of a leader-follower relationship. Ana being the pretty and famous leader and I am the invisible ugly follower. A missed matched pair, but I know we are so much more than that. We are sisters. Really!. But people tell me Ana don’t treat me right, that she is bossy and sometimes abusive. Oh no ! Not that type of abuse but more of the demanding and bitchy type. But despite what people tell about us, I know deep down she never means any of it. She only acts like that at school but when we are alone, she is a teddy.
I glanced at Ana who was furiously sketching a big moustache on a Nivea model’s face. Hey eyes looks determined and her tongue slightly poking out at the corner of her mouth. Aw isn’t that cute! Now that’s the face she puts on whenever we are alone, away from the prying eyes.
I turned my body towards her, my back resting against the wall. This way she can’t see what I’m drawing. Oh yeah I love Ana dearly but every girl has a secret. Besides Ana would probably laugh at my face if she knew. I’m after all her invisible ugly follower.
I didn’t know how long I sat there sketching away on my pad. But I’m almost done with it. Actually the only reason I’m even drawing at school is because I want to capture everything. I peeked at Ana, she had long “destroyed” the model’s face and was now coating her long fingernails with her latest color. Electric Blue.
Sometimes I didn’t know how she manages to sneak in her nail polish better yet why she paints her nails at the library. I’m not trying to make her look bad, but she hardly touches any books better yet even reads any.
Again it got me wondering, just why is she here today?.
I quickly looked at my watch. It flashed 3.30pm. I quickly made myself comfortable in my chair, flipped a new page on my drawing pad and waited. Eyes eagerly watching the library door.
A tall and heavenly looking man of my dreams walked in. His dark brown hair shining under the library’s fluorescent light making him stand out from the rest of the people standing near by. He stood at the entrance as he casually ran his long fingers through his dark hair. My heart skipped a beat at the simple gesture. I watched him look around as if searching for someone, slowing resting his left hand on his slim hip in the process. A sexy stand that never failed to make me restless at night. I watched cautiously as he looked around again, his beautiful eyes narrowed in concentration until it stopped sharply at my direction. He turned his body and slowly made his way, I swear I nearly fell off my chair from choking on the tip of my pencil.
“Hey !! So how do I look? Gosh I hope he notices my new nail polish- it SO brings out the color of my eyes” I barely registered Ana talking to me. Actually I kind of momentarily forgot she was there. Before I could say anything in return, Ana turned away from me, quickly stood up and pulled on her short skirt. Then casually flings her light hair off her shoulders. She stopped and turned around, her face grinning as she held two thumbs up at me. My heart was pounding hard in my chest, as I watched her turn and walk slowly towards my gorgeous prince. I was desperately hoping they are not walking towards each other, but deep down I already knew.
I watched in disbelieve as they talked – NO! Flirt with each other. Suddenly Ana stood on the tip of her toes to lean in for a kiss. I couldn’t see the rest of the kiss as my eyes filled up with tears blurring my vision. When I blinked away the tears, my eyes instantly burned the image of them kissing passionately onto my brain. I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces and the urge to cry was getting stronger by the second. I quickly shut my eyes tightly as if that would lessen the huge swell rapidly building up in my throat. I pushed the heel of my palm onto my eyes and quickly wiped away any traces of tears on my face before looking up again.
They were holding each other by the waist, staring lovingly at each other’s eyes. Ana turned to look at me and I quickly held a two thumbs up. I dare turn my eyes on my prin- NO !! Ana’s boyfriend and was not surprised that he didn’t even notice I was there. Oh well that’s why they say…I’m invisible. Nobody sees me. Not even when I’m crying out in pain.
Well I’m happy for my best friend, who am I kidding? they are perfect as a couple. Look at them it’s like a match made in heaven. What was I even thinking? I should have my mouth shoved with chili paste for even thinking about him. After all I’m just her invisible ugly follower.