musings on a rainy day

for some reason my mood usually takes an upswing when it’s raining. maybe it’s because rainy days tend to slow things down. the gloomy sky, far from weighing me down, usually stirs me to reach for my pen (to write) or pencil (to sketch) and let creative juices take over.

today was no different. despite my avowed plans to go out, i just sat there and watched as raindrops splattered against the window pane. bemused, i reached for my pencil and began sketching. for a few moments everything seemed perfect: agreeable weather, excellent mood, and after what seemed like a long time, i was drawing again.

and then i glanced down at my work.

suddenly laughter filled the room — a strange, unfamiliar sound. then i realized it was me. (it’s been a long time since i had laughed like that.)

“ugh! what in heaven’s name is this?” i gasped as i peered at my half-finished drawing. surely i can’t have gotten this bad?

my masterpiece, which looks like a monochromatic doodle of yesterday’s leftover food, stared back at me like an accusing finger. sheesh, even a fifth grader could do better than this. at least nobody’s here to see my pathetic attempt, i consoled myself as i tore the paper hurriedly.

conclusion: sometimes it’s not about the mood or the atmosphere. when you suck, laughter (or a philosophical shrug) is the best way to soften the blow..

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i watched The Bourne Ultimatum yesterday. assassin extraordinaire Jason Bourne really kicks ass. when he dispatches his enemies he barely even breaks into a sweat. notably, however, his epic struggle with another superlative hitman (Desh) really pushed him to his limits.

the only bone i have to pick with this slick action flick is that it has strayed so far from the book (written by Robert Ludlum) on which it is based. heck, there’s not even any mention about the real-life notorious hitman Carlos, who’s supposed to be the main reason why the identity for Jason Bourne was created in the first place.