for the love of it

Many don’t know this but i love reading the Sunday star eversince i was 15 due to my sudden determination to become a rock music journalist after watching “Almost Famous” on telly. That is why i thought to myself during a morning jog (then was my attempt in shedding the lbs) with my sister on a chilly Sunday morning;that in order for me to be as good as the writers in the myriad of music magazines that i've used to adored back when i was a fangirl mooning over every leather-jacket caucasian with a guitar in hand, i need to buck up on my english and vocabulary! Henceforth, i’ve adopted this habit of reading the Sunday star, especially the music review column where i was deeply intrigued ,miffed but then chuffed hence still retained admiration towards a journalist that has always manage to write with a dry sarcasm, intelligence and thought provoking voice that either left me in total agreement or in the state of ambivalent of what he was saying. Hitherto, he stills manage to leave me feeling like that only a little less because i’ve finally understood the words he used thoroughly. i dont religiously follows his column, but i read it everytime i have the chance to even after the dream died along with the hype of rock n roll in my life as i grew up and finally was able to see the bigger picture of music in one’s life. that musician, is not arent god and they are people too.

Fortunately, my love for words never seem to elude me even after that dream was long forgotten and new dream of becoming an anthropologist ribbed me in the stomach as if fuelling my crave to prove to myself that i need to be a more mature adult. Well, that was a pipe dream waiting to happen because i only said so after seeing it in a “DoctorJob: 100 JOBS” book under the alphabet A and thought to myself that it seem promising; its very humanitarian and exciting! What more could be so right for me? Wrong!! There are no such course here in malaysia, since our tertiary education is not as well developed as others around the world.

So after that let down, i just floated aimlessly like an escape balloon in the sky not knowing where i’m going or what the future hold for me. Just like the balloon i soon find out that you can’t stay in the cloud forever and not touch the real world, so i popped. Well the balloon did, i just merely felt my bubble was pricked with a big blunt needle and i’m falling down on earth. So here i am, being the student of teaching english having sweet and sour moments about the profession that i’ve enrolled in because i was still quiet daze and confuse by the fall.

The point is, i’m still playing around with English and that makes me happy,also to know that those years of reading the star paper really paid off after all. My choice of career is still rather vague, but I think I have a pretty picture of what I want for myself a few years down the road. I feel like going back in time and meet my 15 year old self and tell her that "you will know the answers in time girl,stop being so depressing!" and give her a little hug because a big one will cause her a heart failure since she was intimacy-challenged (not that it has changed much).

so today is for taking a step closer to being who you want to be.

here are a few blogs that is inspiring me to do what I love and enjoy the little things in life

Mocking-bird

pia jane bijkerk

nectar & light

Copenhagen cycle chic

marisa, you should give the second one a click and check out her book. you are going to swoon!