Now I'm 18 and suddenly everyone's asking me to think about a job and the future.
I'm stuck. I have so many hopes and dreams about my future.. I'd spent 2 years daydreaming and now it's suddenly time to wake up and actually make it a reality. Too fast, way too fast.
I don't know what to do.
Graphic designer/ script writer/ fashion journalist/ magazine illustrator/ sew crocodile bags.
Right, I take it back. I'm not gonna sew crocodile bags.
I wish there was an in-between job that combined all my talents into that one specific job.
A job that allows me to write and design, a job related to fashion, a job that lets me get hands-on experience.
Come to think of it, I wouldn't mind working in the post production part of a movie either.
Oh gr8. I wish I could do 'em all.
Life is ironic in so many ways.
- When you are young, you can't wait to grow up. But when you're grown up, you wished you were young again.
- The grass seems greener on the other side but once you get to the other side, you realized it's green with harmful fertilizers anyway.
- You always want what you can't have.
- The people mind, don't matter. And the people that don't mind, matter.
And the list could just go on..
Life is but a paradox
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Paradox is but a life.
P.S: I had wanted to experiment with film cameras and so I bought a holga and started snapping away but soon after I stopped. This picture was in my last row of pictures taken. It's been what, 6-7 months since I last picked up my holga? My (short) attention span is alarming, tsk.
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