Thursday, November 3, 2011
{ 11:15:00 AM }
It was in December when I last had my blog entry, and now it is nearly a year when I get to post a new one.
I miss writing. I miss writing about random stuffs, talking about my hobbies like a normal teenager nowadays used to. But in a couple of days I'll be turning TWENTY. OH. I think 20 is mature already but now I think not.
I'm still childish. I'm still shy. I'm still afraid of the dark. I'm still a crybaby. A stubborn. Naughty and silly. And I don't want to grow old. Yet.
I've been in my 3rd year now studying architecture but I'm still not sure if this is what I see myself in the future. Sure, I pursue to study this but now I tend to hold back whenever I think of myself as an architect. I think I'm just scared because being an architect is a tough job. You think of many things! I wish I could have just pursued fine arts. but I'm not really confident of my talent there. In fine arts, I think you should be extra talented to live a fortune. I wanted to be rich so I took up a more practical course. Or maybe, peoples' advices just got me to think otherwise. I wanted to draw, that's for sure.
I look up to Keri Smith, Manix Abrera, Marcushiro and Bru, and to all of those who draw well and made their guts to priceless masterpieces. I want to be like them.
Maybe being twenty is being able to know what you want or to think more mature. Being childish in your actions doesn't mean you're still immature, does it?
I like being a kid. It's fun, carefree and enlightening. It's joyful, no pressure. I hope life would always have no pressure. But that's lame, there'll be no challenge.
I wish I could spend my life on right things. I want to give my family a good future. I see myself being successful, striving for excellence. But when I think of reality, I get scared. I hope courage will come along when you get twenty.
Labels: birthday, life