frustrations and rants of an artist graduate

what is an artist? how does one define an artist?
i don't know how to draw. i can sketch but for the life of me, do not ask me to draw something out of imagination. can i be considered an artist?
i suck at drafting. floor plans and section plans i can handle, but i need someone to guide me. perspective drawing is truly out of the question. am i considered an artist?
i cannot fill a canvas nor can i tell the difference of the mediums used in painting. can i be considered an artist?
a pathetic creature, some people may say. but for me, i guess it's called self-pity.
but seriously, can i be considered an artist? i've looked to my friends for enlightenment. they've told me that i can come up with ideas and i'm good at putting things together. my question is what good will it do me in the real world?
i'm a graduate. an artist graduate to be exact. i find myself contradicting myself with the term artist. but seeing that i do hold a diploma for an arts course, i believe that i am artist, though not truly so.. if you get what i mean.
a frustration that has the people you love think that you won't be able to earn a living with what you want to do. and what is worst is admitting to yourself that they may be right.
the want to prove them wrong is such a hard thing to do. esp. when people give you a small frown and then a laugh, asking you what in the world are you going to be doing with your major.
it's such a cruel world we live in. it seems as if your course isn't worth it if you don't have an occupation named after it (e.g. pharmacy=pharmacist, accounting=accountant)
"do you think you'll be able to earn a lot when you're in the outside world?"
it's a form of protection. i just know it. but maybe, just maybe i still need to prove to myself AND to the people who misjudge me that my course may be worth it after all. and that i may be able to earn a living with what i want to do.
but then there's fear. fear of failure. if there's no failure, then there's no success, or so the saying goes. but what if taking that step into the outside world is a tremendous leap for me? what if i'm scared that the people who have prejudged me are actually right? "told you so" is not a phrase that's easy to take in. seriously.
comparison (again) is such an evil thing. but it's there. it's living. it's real. i wonder if i'll ever get over it all.
ranting is what i do best, i guess. since i don't know what to do with my life. i'm a graduate. i'm working in a field that's a long cry from my major. i'm a scaredy-cat. and i exercise my rights on self-pity more than often nowadays.

but i'm still living. and i guess that's all that matters.

movie marathon

okay, not exactly a movie marathon.. just watched two movies with my sister yesterday at trinoma. one more chance starring john lloyd cruz and bea alonzo; enchanted starring amy adams and patrick dempsey.

watching two romantic comedies in one day is a heart-melter, i must say. :) i loved the two movies. but personally, "one more chance" won my "kilig-feeling" award. as a newspaper article stated, "everyone can more or less relate to one more chance. the language used is just like eavesdropping on the next table's conversation." the movie focused more on the line, "to have a successful relationship, you must respect each other's personal space."

in enchanted, the movie was more magical, more enchanting, and SUPER disney. hahaha :) i love the way they meshed animation and real life together.

i'm actually still in awe with the two movies. :) wonder when i'll be able to be part of a production like that. :) but till then, all i can do is hope and pray :) hehe :)