Future trails

Hello! It's been long since I've blogged, so long. But I'm back now ! The reason I am is because I'd like to pursue my dream by starting from this little eenie-miney blog I just recently started up again, I wont be surprised that the number of readers I'd get will be disappointing. Hopefully, it'll increase. HA!

So, as what my description says, I'm an aspiring journalist that has recently graduated from high school. I love writing and always have been writing ever since I could learn how to hold pencil (even though all I could do was scribble). When I was younger, I'd watch Ugly Betty and get so inspired. I used to tell myself, "I wanna work in a magazine and be the editor!". 

After SPM ended, like every other student, I wanted to continue furthering my studies in a university. Initially, I went to seek my parents for advice, taking in every word they told me and went for it. "Biomedic sounds good, how about being a pediatrician, hey have you heard of physiology" and on they spoke. I walked through the path where they'd prepared for me, my dream was pushed aside but don't get me wrong, I don't blame them, I know they were just looking out for my future and it wasn't as if I was forced to take the course I didn't like. Then again, I did not like it as well, you know, neutral lah. Anyway, the weird thing was, I had this feeling that what I registered for didn't feel right, it felt like when you have buy a dress for a special occasion in a last minute situation and you don't really like what you bought but you have no choice but to go with it? (idk what I'm trying to describe,I'm not good at making examples HAHAHA)

Then it hit me. 

My dream was coming out of the shadows, it wanted to be heard, I wanted it to be real. I did my research, looked for institutions that offered what I wanted, made sure my dream wouldn't be a waste. So I sucked in as much of oxygen I could get into my system and found my guts to tell my parents how I felt. Surprisingly, they were fine with it in the end after I explained how I've planned my routes.

I can't deny that I'm a little shaky to my own plans about my future because they say "Parents know best - Especially mothers", I don't want to say "Why didn't I listen to them?" when I get older and I wont. That's why I'll strive to make this work.

The current regrets I have for now is why didn't I apply for jobs at magazines earlier instead  when I had all those months with nothing to do and why didn't I make up my mind earlier. Ah well, nothing's ever too late right? At least now I'm making my move! 

I'll be updating more from now on wards, stay tuned for more okay! More interesting posts coming up ;)

; Till then, xoxo, Isabel