Just when I thought I was absent for aeons, you know, the usual sun-and-moon cliche. Anyway, before I go on, I would like to express my condolences to our Dean of Studies' passing. It came as a shock, and it really did struck me. Though I've only seen you a couple of times, rest in peace.

I could feel the beginnings of a poem at my fingertips; it's no doubt that sadness and sorrow inspires me now-apart from Emily of course. You will always be credited as my muse, don't you deny it! (:

We finally got back our Character Design works today. I must have bugged Darren to the brink of irritation. But I was pleased to see it again. Because I'd forgotten how my work looks like. I was pleasantly surprised by the marks. Satisfied. For the first time in weeks, I'm actually pleased with what I've done.

My mum asked me about portfolio stuff, and when I said that I don't think I've much work that can be used, she stated that I was majoring in something that I wasn't good at. Well, it is true. The thing that I'm good at, is out of reach. Yes, I'm not fantastic in what I'm majoring. Recent assignments certainly proved that, among other things. When she said that, I actually panicked, and rushed upstairs to root through the stash of assignments tucked away to see if I've anything that is worth showing at all. I do have some, albeit very little.

Well, life's hard, right?

Lately I've begun wondering if I'll even get hired at all. It's not a far stretch from graduation, anyway. And being the usual fidgety me, the cogs in my head rotate in all directions imaginable. Okay, take a deep breath. But I can't help but feel disappointed in myself. Somewhere along the way I seem to have dropped my map. In a way of speech. And I'm on DA with not a single piece of artwork in my gallery. I'm not posting because... well, I'm just hoping to produce something that's good enough to be shown here I suppose.

If only I hadn't given up on drawing when I was young, huh. Should I experience a prophecy-like dream, I'd totally hold on.