Death of a Salesman

After an hour of watching this VCR, I have to say this is really something remarkable
despite the fact that my english teacher had almost ripped my first draft apart (the "draft" that I'd spent a week working on), there is not really anything coming across my mind now.
It's like clear and empty.
like I've used up all of the intricate or fancy phrases to describe just one tiny thing. (oh, yeah who does that?) Pretending this draft never existed? what about the spaces I've used in the memory stick, ma'am.
I can't do it.
I can't.
After pouring all those good stuff out there and gaining nothing. Isn't it bashful
I'm just a bum.
For now, the best I could fabricate are only scribbles and doodles, scribbles and doodles, scribbles and doodles, and a false brain-stormed tree on my notepad.
*screams*

Another weekend has almost passed, but i'm still feeling like one more drama to terminate the happy hours :p. By the way, we got ATONOF snows here. It makes my day so interesting because I get to see the messy footprints and kiddish snowdudes all over the campus. Nice huh?!
Acrylic with the snow. yeehay!

*whines*

There used to be a very long period of time when I thought art class was more than just an art class. It simply wasn't just another course which makes students feel terrified about getting a F. Nor was it a place where students don't even want to just hang out and catch up on some chattings.

But weeks after weeks, everything could be the same yet totally different in Chatham.
You feel like you grew older, more mature, and even more serious at treating things..
These also apply to the things around here.
They don't look as fresh and clean, rather, you feel like the world has slowed down its pace.
People became quite cynical and they don't even feel happy about breaks anymore because what comes after the break is.....well, you should know.

As my enthusiasm towards Art rose and declined...now seems to me that art class is nothing but an art class. Being afraid of stepping into the place because I know that it no longer shelters me as the way it did. And bearing the fear of facing failures. *gasp* everything is just terrible.
However, i'm not declining the fact that I'm still an pretty inspirational artist. I do feel that deep down inside me.
Sometimes, I just have to keep questioning myself..
Am I up for the competition?

This is all what's about

Oh M Gee..
isn't it all what's it about?

you share stuff with them when you only need someone there to listen to you.
yeah right.
that's the definition of boyfriend for high school girls like us

Just when I thought only I would think about some small matters like this, someone had already made out a theory for that. What a school, huh.

"I don't want anyone to be involved with my emotional madness."
because, in a sense, you are degrading yourself to a situation where people feel obligated to lay sympathy on you.
And obviously they don't need to share those high school experiences with you when they are already done with that.
It is pathetic and I personally hate that.

you'd want to bring happiness and some more joyful memories between you two, not just complaints and more whines.

So what are you doing, emily?
whatever it is....I think you should cut it off

my call

It was to let me assure something
although you did let me realize what's going on,
whether or not I approve the situation,
I guess I'm okay now


yeah, I guess I'm okay now

Thanks for letting me know what's going on