Living for the past 20 years as the last-born child had me all irresponsible, negligent, immature, and careless. I’m not saying that I have experienced all that ups and downs in life as a 30 years old would, but my ups and downs that revolve just enough around my family, educational, relationship, and friends for the past 3 years, has taught me to be a little bit responsible, less careless and more mature as I am standing here now on my 23rd self. Here as well, I’m not saying that I have loosened the juvenile self I owned, I’m not proud of it but also I’m not disgusted by it. Once I remember a friend have told me that I am talented with all the creative I have made, am I now? She’s neither wrong nor right. Of course I would say I am talented, that is if I’m in a job that I love and that I do them well. Creative on the other hand, I would still say that I am one. I don't know if there’s any rank that one has to reach or a task that have to be fulfilled to settle a creative being, but in my understanding or to be accurate as I saw the creative level in the country I live now, It’s a definite mistakes for me to say I failed to perform. No, I’m not saying that I am better; I’m just as good. In life overall, I would say I am a three at this point of mine.
Obsessing for fashion would have me all tremble and squeaky if one day I’m this famous fashion designer. But with only the degree in Visual Communication, I’d say I doubt it. I can't wait if someday I will be able to meet world famous Designers that has made this world is what it is now; a world where people turn every business opportunity to a fashion manifestation! Ask them how they transform old tulle to a fabulous couture! And perhaps steal the opportunity to be made their assistant (I would be so honored!)
If there is anything better than fashion for me, it’s to be a photographer. This may be more in sense than the fashion thing since I have some study regarding photography, but silly me still hoping in pursuing fashion. Picture really is indeed reflect thousands of words, the more did art photography.
Even though sometimes I did pictures to speak my mind, often I just speak my mind! I am a man of words (not a man of his words, no, I can’t keep up with promises). You might say I talk faster than I think. I’m this selfish ego that may run this city packed with people into oblivion. It’s not likely me to be considerate of other people feelings. But I do know my real friends and of course, we talk feelings to feelings mad like hell. I can separate the fake ones and filtered which one which. With so many fake people in the city, no wonder how so little friends I’ve got. The truth is, I have nothing oppose to the fake person thing, let’s face it, I’ve been fake some of the time and we needed that just like we needed Body Shop daily-musk to survive in this social world, but the ‘too fake’ one that bothered me (I bothered a lot of people too, but hell, this could go round and round!). Some have argued if I worth to be friends with. I can’t really blame them to even reconsider being my friend. I’m not going to force one person, as I am insanely not pleased to be forced-friend with someone I don't like.
One has said, I often contradict myself. So, yes I may have state myself in apparent ways above. Don’t really count to it if someday you really meet me and see that I’m this whole other person you didn’t see anywhere in the text above. I am that contradictive.
Til then, ciao…
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