Man... Let me tell you, if I were to convey all my rants and depressing life source here, this can be a badly-written, award-winning movie, featuring my sad life and me.
It seems that, once again, I've successfully neglected this blog again. Oh man, why are you so good at these stuff? If I were to get paid, I'd be a millionaire by now. Heck, I'd be a bazillionaire.This blog is like a soul partner that is so loyal to me, it can stay
neglected and wait for my return, and pour all my negativity onto it. I just couldn't find that inspiration to write frequently I guess. I'd really like to be able to write and probably make a living out of it, but my procrastination and laziness got the better part of me.
*wanders off to procrastinate more*
Anyway, this is going to be short. I don't have much to rant except for insufficient funds to do what I want.
I have been thinking lately ever since I got into the better part of photography and having some people recognizing my works. I've been thinking about my future, what and how is it going to be for me. You see, I am currently studying a Games Design course. In the industry, you can't straight jump into that position unless you have about 2-3 years experience of shitting out games. I, for one, do not specialize in any technical skills or whatsoever. I can't draw, I can't code. Those are the either two essential skills. So what's left for me? I'm not good in writing stories, I'm not good with designing levels. This is one problem for me, I don't like to interact with programs. More like I don't like to learn new programs because I think they're a hassle and it's troublesome.
Oh god, I can feel my grammar dying while writing this post. It has been awhile indeed.
I also felt that my creative side is dying as well. I used to be able to write better English. I can't even come up with something deep now like how I could. I always want to find the easy way out. This is not looking good for me. This is DEFINITELY not looking good for me. My parents keep telling me what am I going to do for my future. I just told them white lies in reply. I don't know for myself either. My mind keep changing. I want to go into photography full-time. And just now, only a few hours ago, I have a hunch that hospitality is for me. Like WTF man? You're 22 now. You're about to finish that one degree that has almost no use and you're thinking of switching courses? You might as well go sweep floors by the roadside. Become a community worker. You don't have to think so much about your future. You just sweep floors. EASY.
My mom said that there will be a family meeting next month. This is not a common scene. I don't think my mom ever call for a family meeting before. I wonder what is going to happen. Should I be prepared for it? Honestly, I'm kinda scared. Never before this happen. I guess shit is about to get real.
Stay fly boy.
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