I'm currently typing on my bed, in the dorm room Harmon hall 213 of Ringling school of art and design.
I've had alittle over a week of class and its all art -.-|| and it will be so for the next 4 years. It feels weired to never do math, or science ever again. i think i'll miss it. (HA! try to make me say that again.)
Its always too hot and humid out side, but the air conditioning's always too low inside.
I've learned that alligators are dangerous, but alligator meat is yummy.
I've been informed that Animation major is insanely stressful. who ever thought art school is easier than a UC is gravely mistaken. Supposedly, or everyone says, that seniors of animation major have translucent skin, and they live in the labs and never sleep, and you never see them because they are been so over worked that they've became zombies. I don't know if its true... but from my future schedule plan, I wouldn't be surprised if its actually real.
But that doesn't mean other majors work any less. students here put everything into their work not because it's required for the class, but because they are passionate about it. If you don't truly love what you do, it'd be hard to stand all the work.
we were given the weirdest assignment the other day. we are suppose to take a bristol board, tape it on the communal shower stall, and draw on it with charcoal while taking a shower for 20 minutes. yes, nakid. yes, with water pouring down over head... i guess what ever abstract crap suits the instructor's fancy -.-|| its due in 2 days and i'm really not looking forward to doing it... i don't get how the state of my undress relates to my art.
I really, really miss instant Raman.
I'm really tired and i have class in the morning.. i think i 'll write about school some other time.
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on the kpop side,
H.O.T 's 11th year anniversary is in 5 days. I keep finding myself sad and cry over it. Super Junoir's remake of Henbok (happiness) is another reminder of what's no longer there. no matter how happy and filled with love the song is, the meaning will never be the same.
Is this what will one day become of DBSK? Will i one day listen to HUG and feel not the love of beds and kittens but another sad memory of what was and never will be again? The faith and devotion of H.O.T's white ocean has carried them over these 11 years, will i be able to hold DBSK in my heart 10 years, 20 years down the line?
Jaejoong once said that, oppose to a love that's intense but short lived, he wishes for a love that's small but last forever. I want to give that kind of love to him. I don't want to say "i loved them so much once, and that's good enough." Many years from now, after they break up, after they are old, I still want to be able to say: "jaejoong ah.... I'm still here... Cassiopeias are still here.... no matter what changed in time, our love will not."
Now, I'll hold tight my locket necklace of joongie's picture close to my heart, and fall asleep dreaming of him.
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the 80 seconds that touched me, the chanting that started it all. millions of fans showed their love through unity. this is what i hope one day Cassiopeias will be able to do:
[link] scroll down pass the ads and click play. read the translation.
I'm an avatard
Screwed
Lazy
Yearning
Sadness
