some people like pics with
colors, some people like pics in black & white....
but i
LOVE them
ALL! ahaksss.... whether its original or black & white or editted or cropped or posterized or .... i could go on & on & on & on... gee, i sound like an old grandma....it doesnt hvta b perfect, as long as its pretty in my eyes, that's one good picture....
nonetheless, do we actually have that much
choices in life?
being an only child, my path has been pre-planned by my parents since the day i was born.
so thanks but
NO THANKS... many of u might think that being an only child is
paradise, u can have all u want, all u need, all u wish to do & be the spoilt brat that u r (maybe not...)
ur thinking is wrong, ALL wrong! yes, i do admit being the only child has its plus-points, like having a car to use, no worries of being constantly broke, etc. but it's not as simple as it seems...
how would u feel if ur being
trapped? how would u feel if following parents wishes & orders are the only "choices" u have? maybe it doesnt happen to all only childs out there, maybe its just me... yes, its definitely happening to me! so here i am, complaining.... wtf!
let's cut to the chase & not go back to my younger days (oh, to think of it, my younger days has a story too... but let's not go there now, ok?) let's jz start from my uni life.
question: what am i studyin now?
answer:
engineering. question: what do i actually wana study?
answer:
probably architecture or designing. question: why is it that im studyin something which im not at all interested in?
answer:
parents' decision. i remember the time when i jz finished spm, & was contemplating wat to study next. i pretty much loved the idea of designing, graphics, etc but my parents only gave me this option "the course u choose
MUST, i repeat
MUST be a professional course". i hated being an
accountant (dun wana get my nose stuck with tones & tones of numbers & calculators every single day), i dont hv the special patience & heart to become a
doc (even if i did hv, my results sucked, so medical is out of my league), i don't realy like to do public-speaking or talk & argue (ain't in my blood, i jz like to crap at times, but that's as far as it goes), so
lawyer's out of the way. that leaves me with
engineering &
architecturing. so my choice: architecture (brilliant). my parents was like "wat? architecture? no way man, 1st, u hvta study for atleast 6 years, 2nd, its not going to bring u anywhere in malaysia, 3rd, u dont earn much if ur designs aint in demand, 4th... blah blah blah blah". so im stuck wif the
ONLY choice engineering, which i know will give me
HELL! & yes, its proven, my theories were right... i AM in HELL right now!
now, after struggling for 5 yrs (its coming to an end, finally
*tears of joy rolling down my cheeks* sob... sob...), i am finally going to graduate (if my psm works, shit!
*piaks*)... so career path - i thought the "cage" will be lifted up upon me but
NOPE, not yet. once, we were talking about career options & after my industrial training, i was kinda more towards the instrumentation field so i was opting to move towards that path in future, even planning to make a return to my LI company. suddenly my mom was like "hey, u beta go ask man, if being in the instrumentation field aint gona give u an Ir. status,
DO NOT, i repeat DO NOT walk down that path. only choose fields which u can obtain the Ir. status from". i was dumbfounded. working will be the job i'll be doing for the rest of my pathetic, farking life & i'm not entitled to choose wat field i wana work in? being an engineer alr isnt my option, y cant i choose what i want from all the "bad" options? yes, i do agree, being an Ir. will certain lift my salary by leaps & bounds, that will be my ultimate aim too, one day... but why control me now? there's a saying
"things will only be done well, if u put ur heart into it"... if its MY will of getting an Ir. status, by hook or by crook, i'll die to get it... but if it aint, what's the point in poking the knive to my neck & forcing me to do it juz to satisfy u?
these arent the only stuff that the ONLY choice is my parents' choice, there are uncountable other "choices" i "made" which aint mine... think about it....
