I've been swamped with homework.  Have to get a lot of Philosophy reading done, and begin to choose a topic for my essay for it as well; read for Art Civilization, and contact 2 museums for tickets for a written report; do value and texture studies for Beginning Drawing; work on my Beginning Painting midterm project and master copy; and practice with my news broadcasting presentation for my Oral Communication.  Most of these assignments are due the following week after this weekend.  Just the thought of these curdles my brain cells.


Thinh Nguyen

At one time or another, I suppose everyone faces self doubt.  I'm no exception.  I don't know, but when did all this happen?  Is it because I didn't conform to other people's  way of thinking and executing certain tasks?  Does walking to the beat of my own drum seem wrong?  Right now, my mind is blank, and thoughts don't seem to flow into my head as they once did.  I'm drained.

I don't know, I'm feeling so uninspired right now.  It's ridiculous.  My spirit is lackluster, and this is probably the pinnacle of me being stoned.  I just need time to recharge.  But time is not on my side.  Let's see how the next few weeks are like.  Hopefully, I'll return to normal.

Haven't been writing/blogging as much as I would have liked.  School's a pain; at least I don't have my doubts on that statement.

Where's my inspiration?


Thinh Nguyen

I'm beginning to lose myself.  I don't know if it's the stress of school or whatever is happening at home, but lately I've been under these wierd spells.  My thoughts are just scrambling now.

I did well in my Oral Communications class today.  Had to present my "Who Am I?" poem to the entire class.  I gotta say that I was surprised how well it turned out.  Of course, I was extremely nervous.  I knew I couldn't suppress my nerves when it came to presentations.  So I opted to use those nerves help me fuel my whimsical side.  Managed to memorize my whole poem, without having any speech impediment.  It's amazing what a little practice can do.

And, yes, Beginning Painting class, what a long and intense class.  I'm sensing that I'm not doing the best I could do now that I see so many talented people in my class.  I know many of my peers could see that I could draw and paint well, but lately, I've received few positive responses from my professor and my peers.  It's as if I've become a mediocre artist.  I hate it when the teacher tells everyone to take a walk around the room and stand by their favorite piece of artwork done by the students.  I feel so bad for those who've never had the chance to be awknowledged of their hard work and immeasurable efforts.  What else I also hate is when people expect so much from me.  No, I'm not flattering myself, but there is the afterthought that since I am one of the persons to be expected to be excellent in my craft, it's like I have to fill those shoes and not disappoint.  Thus, I feel awkward, anxious, and uncomfortable when my artwork isn't being harassed by oncoming eyeballs.  I know I can't be good at everything, but that doesn't mean I should do my best.  But sometimes, I get so conflicted with being good at my craft and not being able to fulfill everyone's expectations.  It gets so frustrating.

I definately need a lot of time to think and recharge myself.  I need to find myself again.  Spring Break couldn't have come at a better time.


Thinh Nguyen

I often ask myself who I really am.

O Where do I fit in a personality exam?

I must confess, I do not know.

For I am many for just one soul.

I am the Artist, who paints and draws.

Landscapes, portraits, I craft them all.

I doodle all day, I doodle all night.

Heck, I'll doodle right now if that's all right.

I am the Nerd, who works and study.

Call me, if you need a study buddy.

PBS is my favorite station.

And Antiques Roadshow is like an hour long vacation.

I am the Observer, who is timid and shy.

Always having trouble speaking, and that's no lie.

I look at the stars, as far as they are.

And wanting to go on a mountain to unleash one loud roar.

I am Thinh Nguyen, I laugh, love, and cry.

I am just a normal or crazy like any of you guys.

So here I am, what do you all think?

Please don't tell me that I stink!