I'm SAMANTHA/SAM/CARROT. Troll in specs, laugh like the world's ending and sarcasm-ception is my favorite storybook. A fangirl, a writer, a dreamer.
What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
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"The Doctor's darkest hour. He will rise higher than ever before and then fall so much further."
I really do have to proclaim that i'm really bored.
..what else can one expect when one is stuck at home,no where to go,can't be bothered to lift a finger to give a call to anyone to date them out to NOT feel bored?Guess it yourself.
Woke up too early this morning,now am feel horrible and cold.
The weather is quite queer lately,but at least its better than having those sweat rolling down the side of your face,feeling that stickly feeling of your shirt sticking onto your back.Yes.
After so many years of living on earth,trying to figure out how to know yourself better,i finally have to admit something that i always complain but yet deny it all the time:
..I suck in art.really.
I'm a lazy person that knows nothing other than enjoying herself in any aspect of one's life.
Art is something that one has to have the time and the interest in it to be able to achieve.
..and i think i'm more interested in performing Arts then visual Art.They are seriously not my cup of tea.
Bet my mother is going to rattle my head off.Imagine this:
A lady in her late 40s rolling her eyes at her teen daughter,who is currently stoning infront of her Art portfolio when she is suppose to add another 6 more sketches,3 more transformation,4 more thumbnail development,4 colour studies and a final art piece for the past month.Her hands tucked neatly at her waist,face looking deadpanned and glared down at her daughter.

"Are you EVER going to start your work?You are left with LESS THAN A WEEK to finish up all that things that you have written in your Art Journal."She lamented tiredly,sighing as she look at her daughter glance up boredly,bitting the tip of the pencil head."Maaaa,forget it man,it will never work out for me..just let me drop that subject,ma."She said,then carry on bitting the tip of her pencil head.

The lady look at her daughter outragiously,"HOW CAN YOU DO THAT?!Do you know how stupid that is?FTHTOJ%%)#$%*@!@$)(*)@#(%$_%GJORJ%)(#)(...."

A typical scene on what happens all the time when i tell her that i'm having the thought of dropping art.TSKTSK.I bet i'm so gonna flunk it when N level comes.
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