As the Publication Associate of the Research and Publication Office of this college, I am basically assigned to make the advertising materials for the office's events in school. And since the school's research week is fast approaching, this is the poster I drafted for informing the students, faculty and staff to take part on our event. Hope I more or less captured the basic parts in making posters.
Dear Die-ary, I stared, motionless, before the mirror. As always, I stayed until I'm convinced that there is no glass, nothing, separating me from the room I see on the other side. I imagine that everything is different. Over there. Better. There are people, in that world, who I would like. But, like always, my hand hits the glass. I know that if I'd only waited one more second... Shit. I'm gonna go kill a party clown.
Always have to move on, To leave it all behind Go along with time...
The girl in a cactus costume.
She prefers to just sit in a corner, observe people around her. She is the most ignored girl. Someone from the outside, looking in. But despite of that, it doesn't stop her from smiling at them. From acknowledging them. From knowing them. From loving them.
She is idealistic. This is her ideal. She knows how she feels and sticks to it. She can be pretty stubborn like that. And even though they don't understand her, she still carries on. She continues to hold on until it hurts, like the thorns that stick out to the plant she's wearing. The deeper the thorns sink into her skin, the more she believes to what and how she feels.
She doesn't care. Even if the thorns will bleed her dry. Or penetrates into her bones. She will remain where she is, unfaltered, unwavered.
Then suddenly, without her even knowing it, she's tired. She has bled out.
She sits back again to her corner. This time, she lets nothing and no one take her out of her place. She is looking from afar, as always. She isn't smiling anymore. They are replaced with tears rolling down her cheeks.
She stands up once again. She looks at them as if they aren't even there. She feels numb. She is crestfallen, exhausted. She longs to see the end. She doesn't know where. She also doesn't know how. She doesn't even know when. All she knows, before all of these will come to an end, she will feel that one thing that she is holding on to all this time.
As the Publication Associate of the Research and Publication Office of this college, I am basically assigned to make the advertising materials for the office's events in school. And since the school's research week is fast approaching, this is the poster I drafted for informing the students, faculty and staff to take part on our event. Hope I more or less captured the basic parts in making posters.
