When I was little,say kindergarden,I wanted to be a singer.Maybe a model,even.Because I found a few photos of me posing the signature hand over the hips pose.Oh yeah,I also went further by creating a catchy name for myself,a very long one.I'm not very sure what the purpose was,maybe to add a little spice and shall be my official celebrity name.Can't tell you much but there was Puteri somewhere.Yikes! You can't blame a girl typical dream,to be a princess.Everybody went through that,I'd like to think that way.
Comes primary school also comes the ambition to be a stewardess.Come on! The kebaya,the signature bun,the luggage drag at the airport plus the 'emergency-exit-through-there-and-there' yadayadayada demo,and most importantly,the travelling! I stick to that for years.Of course,doctor and lawyer came up too,what with their reputation being famous and THE top careers.Once,I decided I wanted to pursue architecture after paying a visit to a friend of Dad's house.It was humongous and beautiful.They had a pool.Hellooo? A kid needs a pool.I'm not sure why but yeah,that's what I thought.I need to be an architecture to earn lots of cash.
However,that was forgotten a few years later as I can't draw a straight line even with the presence of a ruler.I'm not really a good drawer.I coloured better.Unlike Dad,who has good sketching skills.My thing is copy and draw,not imagine and draw.My imagination's a wonderland---only in my head =.=
I still have a thing for architecture somehow.Every now and then you can find me lurking in the Uni's library,flipping through Architecture's books.In the first semester,I borrowed one of the books and following the procedures required,showed the receipt with the book that I borrowed to the library people.I guess they're trying to avoid the snuggling out books thingy.Top security much? The pakcik library scanned my receipt and asked me whether I was from the architecture planning and surveying program.I answered 'No' with a puzzled face.He must be confused too,I think.Chances for me to take home a Design book is bigger than a language-learning one.But I do go for novels though,just not the academic ones.Haha.
My coursemates looked at me weird the first time they saw me running around with an Architecture bind to a lecture.Heh.
When somebody asked me what course I am in,they always came up with the usual reply,that eventually I'll be a teacher or a lecturer.God knows I hate teaching.Okay hate is a strong word,so we'll use dislike then.Smiling would be my reply to their reply.I wish to work for a magazine,writing or anything to do with fashion.You only live once,why settle for something expected rather than your own liking? So,the program that I took up has nothing much to do with fashion,I know.Back when the UPU result came out,I was lost on the possible courses issue.Couldn't make up my mind but I knew I had a thing for fashion,psychology,literature and writing.Physics may be my hidden minor talent yet the theories made me dizzy.I would go crazy calculating this and that,what with the equations and such.Then why not chase after the fashion thing? The ugly truth is only private Uni/College offers fashion programs.Sure,fashion design is available in local Uni/College but remember the part where I'm a lousy drawer? Yeah,that stands in the way.Now here I am,taking English Language studies hoping to turn that fashion dream into a reality once I graduated.Maybe I'll have my own clothing line in the future,pouring ideas like Kate Moss did with Topshop.Who knows?
I certainly don't want to be those people who hate on Monday because they have to go do whatever they do half-heartedly so the bills get paid.Working should involve things that you love doing.Insyaallah someday,the day will come.Teen Vogue,Harper's Bazaar,Seventeen,Cleo,come to momma!
