My Hobbies Are Artinya Novels & Stories

The question hung in the air like a challenge. "I don't know." Admitting that was harder than I expected. "I like the idea of helping people, of course… but there's something else. Something I really love to do." She frowned slightly, curious. "Drawing?" I smiled sideways, surprised she remembered. "Yes. Painting, drawing, creating… that's always been my passion. But to my parents, it's just a hobby. A waste of time. They believe art doesn't build a stable future." "So you're forcing yourself to follow a path just to please them?"

and he stretched out his hand to Haya and shook hands. Then he sank down into another chair and talked to Haya. As they talked, they asked for food. They talked about their side interests, sports or exercises and what school they go to. "What do you do when you have available energy?" Asher asked him. "Ok, when I have spare energy, now and then I draw or play a portable game. What about you?" he asked her "Me, I'm making my fine art, figures made of clay." "Really? Do you like human expression too?" Haya asked in shock.

“But I got kicked out of the team.” “Why?” Xander followed up. “I-it’s nothing.” “Well, what are the things you like? What are your hobbies? What are the things that makes you happy?” My dad’s wife asked. I paused and stared at my plate. In my head, I was thinking about the things that really keeps me grounded, the stuff that makes me happy, the things that I enjoy doing. “I...I really like drawing.” I smiled and this time, it was a genuine one.

"You paint?" "Yeah. Painting and photography is something I love to do. One of the hobbies that deserve my time." I stared at the pictures one after the other. They were magnificent and it was almost like he had a collection. As I went through the gallery of photos that hung on the wall, I saw the name tags on each of them. They had titles underneath the pictures. "I never saw you as an artistic person. I mean, I am wowed. This must be your inner sanctum where all the magic happens."

Especially not when the man I love has no idea how I feel about him, possibly he never will. "I saw a brochure of an art program in Rome, my friend's son helps young artists set on exhibits. Maybe you should send him some of yours..." No, I painted a few animals and a flower aquarelle but the majority of my work is just portraits of Adam that no one but me has seen. "Mom you know painting is just a hobby, I dont think anyone would want to stare at anything I do." "As long as you dont turn to singing everything will be fine with the world." Sasha jokes, but the truth is there is no chance of me taking a microphone in my hands. Not after the fiasco with the karaoke machine.

Isabella Monroe “I discovered a fifth hobby of yours.” Sebastian sat across from me, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “Five hobbies in one week? Damn, you’re impressive.” A fork spun lazily between my fingers while I tilted my lips in mock amusement. “Want me to list your special hobbies too, Professor?” His head dipped in a quiet nod, attention still fixed on his plate. “Drawing. Sculpting. Reading.” He took another bite, brows drawn together in concentration before answering seriously.

“You should try it. Being normal. Having hobbies. Remembering there is more to life than protecting it.” That afternoon, I asked Kael the same question. “What do you do when you are not working?” He looked up from the logistics report he was reviewing. “I work. There is always more work.” “That is not what I meant. Do you have hobbies? Interests beyond pack management?” Kael was quiet for a moment. “I used to carve wood. Small sculptures, mostly animals. My father taught me when I was young. I have not done it in years.” “Why not?”

I can't believe I will eat this fancy food in Infront of me. "No worries, my job pays well and it's my decision to spend it. Anyway..." And we discussed so many things. From hobbies and interests. It's shocking we almost have the same hobbies like games, arts and such. Except for idol simping which the fact a hobby I hide from everyone especially here since it's her husband... I really have fun though. I actually forgot the tv drama will be aired that Dohyung actually cast in that time.

“Bad painting. Terrible painting. But it relaxes me.” Hazel stared at him. “I would never have guessed that.” And that was the truth. Henry gave off the vibes of someone into horseback riding, drinking with buddies, partying and well anything other than a hobby as simple and calming as painting. She wasn't exactly a saint herself and loved partying but she'd never expected that he would love something as simple as art. “I don’t really talk about it,” he said. “It’s one of the few things that’s just mine.”

"You paint?" "Yeah. Painting and photography is something I love to do. One of the hobbies that deserves my time." I stared at the pictures one after the other. They were magnificent and it was almost like he had a collection. As I went through the gallery of photos that hung on the wall, I saw the name tags on each of them. They had titles underneath the pictures. "I never saw you as an artistic person. I mean, I am wowed. This must be your inner sanctum where everything happens."