Tuesday, August 31, 2010
And there I was, sitting right at the corner of the window glass. Hey, why am I here? What am I doing here? Didn't I tell myself that I don't wanna go back here? Didn't I beg? There's no wind blowing, nothing. The stars are gone. And the memories are never left behind. I still remember the day when I sat at the edge of the wall, and the wind blew through my face and washed away my hair. That's when the sky started crying and its tear dropped on my face. It's like the sky was crying over me, so sad that it just couldn't stop crying. I couldn't let go, still can't. That place was meant for me. And then I asked, 'Why do I have to go?'
And so I took my flight, found myself caught in the rush. I knew that it won't take so long for me to go home again but why did my eyes got so painful, it's piercing right through my veins. I couldn't take it but I waited and looked up, telling myself, I'll be back again. Nothing was on my mind, but, I wanna go home, so badly.
Back to school. The place that I hate the most. MGBD has really taken over my life. There's always nothing I can do but doing projects which never meant anything. Those projects are just so worthless. I've learnt nothing but found out my true self. I don't belong here because I hate art. Art is stupid. So what is it now? 'Why man creates?' Let me explain, why do you have to care so much? No man creates. You know that, but you're just trying to be artistic and you stole. What does this topic have to do with us? How can it helps us in becoming a good designer? I wish I can QUIT.
I would never want to be a designer again. It's enough. Art is just a total nonsense.
