Saturday, July 14, 2007
The Impossible
It's ironic you know, giving up Visual Communications at NYP when all my life i've ever dreamt of was to be a Graphic Designer. Maybe the passion for designing wasn't strong enough to make me stay at NYP despite the uber long distance and the hectic and busy schedule there. At that moment of time, i told myself constantly that i had to leave because i hated the hours i spent rotting in school and i hated myself for being so anti-social with the people there.
It's like everyone's clicking with one another and i'm one of those black sheeps loafing around just to pass time in school. I don't know why. Maybe they aren't the type of friends whom i am able to let loose around them.
Seriously , I am glad to be in Temasek now mainly because of the company now. But the thing I hate, is to spend 3 years studying and MUGGING for a diploma which doesn't appeal to me! I seriously hate doing business studies. Accounting seriously BORES me ( no wonder people who LOVE doing accounting are bore-whores) , Econs ain't that bad mainly because it was the only subject i did well in. Organisational Behaviour is the exact replica of Psychology ( people out there, don't think psychology is COOL because it isn't), memorise ,memorise, memorise until my brain could literally explode. And of course, Bloody CSA!( Computer systems and applications) The most ANTIQUE subject of computer's history! The only fun part was that they teached us how to use Dreamweaver ( but only on a beginner's basis), it's nothing compared to learning Photoshop in NYP~!!!!!! :(
And then again, after much said, people would tell me, "If designing's your passion , then go for it!". Come on! If i had the authority and the power to do so, i wouldn't give a damn to this effing business dip now wouldn't I ? There's so many things i need to learn, so much money needed to fuel the dream.
My parent's ain't supportive of this idea (I knew my mum wouldn't be. Because my dad didn't even give me the green light.) I'm always following their expectations, following their interest, and unwillingly being someone they want me to be. Why? Because everything they do
" Is for my own good".
My mum always tells me, "Finish your grade 8, then you can be a teacher! Earn a side income! Maybe you could even afford a car!" But did she ever wonder, that my ambition isn't becoming a piano teacher? Ah wells, even if she knew what my dream was, she'll disapprove of it. Afterall , she thinks being a Graphic Designer won't entitle you to have a steady rice bowl.
If only she knew that being SOMEONE , someday , isn't impossible. All she has to do is to give me her consent.
