her.
Trixie
16 years old, trapped in an 11-year old's body
loves the scent of: cupboards, air conditioners, coffee, cinammon, and Bayo (as in the store)
moods too easily swayed by whatever music is playing
fickle, undecided, impatient, paranoid
Jason Mraz ♥
likes things clean, but is pretty messy
interested in photography (haha as if)
out of words
Tuesday, November 13, 2007!
HandWritten on; 1:35 AM
I feel that the deadline for the editorial is nearing (since ate Ja, one of the head artists, still needs to draw a cartoon for it) and I haven't even finished with my column yet (it's STILL rough). So I looked for two past issues of the mag and I scanned the editorials, which I honestly never read before. Soon I found myself skimming through the whole magazine, and I was dumbfounded by how well most of the articles were written. I was shocked at how I hadn't noticed it till now. I guess it's because when I wasn't managing ed, I never really cared too much about how people would think about the articles I wrote. The thing is, there are a lot of good writers in the staff and again I'm starting to question my capabilities. Why, why, did they pick me out of a pool of talented people, who could all possibly be better than I am at this? I mean, seriously, why me??
I know it's wrong to compare, but I can't help noticing how all the other older writers (some who already graduated) seem to be so much better than I am. No, it's not the age, cause I'm comparing the articles they wrote when they were in 3rd year with the ones I'm writing now.
I feel so incompetent :/
Demmet, I have to be freaking POSITIVE. I swear, when God shaped people into cookies (you know, the story where they turned out half-cooked--producing the whites, overcooked--producing the blacks, and just right--producing the Filipinos?), He forgot to sprinkle me with a wee bit of optimism.
