School terms are drawing near, it’s giving me some averse feelings. I like nothing about what i am doing, but it’s the last year, and so i bother. I’m sitting here, having careful considerations on what i am going to do after my diploma. I dislike all the warehousing stuff, operations shit and logistics. I know nuts about them and i absolutely like nothing about it. In fact, i destest them intensely. Yes, intensely. To the grave. What i want to be?
I want to be a Designer. High-end designer. Celebrities, the rich and famous, even other designers will wear my design. I dream about couture gowns, platform heels, pretty accessories or maybe even a more commercial line. In Paris, in Milan, New York City and even London. How could you not love that. Think about what to do with all the money! I can have a walk in closet, full of labelled dresses hanging in the wardrobe with colour coordinations, a room with sea of shoes and one with mountain of bags, and lastly of course drawers and drawers of diamond rings, pearl necklaces, heavy, bold, lady-like anything! Chanel, Yves Saint Laurent, Martin Margiela, Jimmy Choos, Alexander McQueen, Vera Wang, Dolce and Gabanna, and how can i forget Philip Lim, Christian Dior and ohhh my lord, Thakoon, Christian Louboutin, not forgeting Vivienne Westwood, Lanvin, Miu Miu and Prada, Marni and the usuals, LouisVuitton, Marc Jacobs and Fendi. Just to name a few. Oh kill me! I want them all. No, i need that. But i am here in my humble room, and nothing is coming, it’s all a pipe dream. It’s not easy having own line. Sometimes dream gets too big. And when it pops, it makes you think of something else.
I would totally love to work for a magazine. Be the editor or anything will totally do. I’ll write pages on the worth slurge and where to get the crazy steal, how to hide the flaws and make you flaws work, what is style and what is trend. I don’t know? There is so much you can do. It’s crazy being a editor, even if it’s just for a one page column, i’ll be more than happy to.
Suddenly the thought of school terms startings to pop in and i lost the feel for this.
” You don’t have to like your job.” – my father
No!!! I don’t care, i don’t want to be like a mistake and regret not doing what i like for the next 30-40 years. I will persue, i want to do what i like. But for now, que sera sera.
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With This Diet I Lost Thirty Póunds in Under a Month // May 7, 2009 at 9:11 am |
Hi, interesting post. I have been pondering this issue,so thanks for posting. I’ll definitely be subscribing to your blog. Keep up the good work