If ever someone would ask me - why did I ever decide to create this blog, I honestly wouldn't know how to answer him.
Probably as a default answer, I would say: 'I want to air out my views. It'll be like therapy."
But is it really?
I, for one, am rarely able to like something completely. I often succeed in liking a minute portion of some drabble, and then easily get bored and move on. I'd like to imagine that I'm some sort of connoisseur, sampling every single dish in the area, and most likely leaving with the happiest of stomachs; however, reality would beg to differ.
My mother often chides me of how I like to glide through the glossy pages of Time or Fortune, read a paragraph or two - and then presume to know the whole story. Indeed, I'm quite like that - which is why I have chosen to watch CNN instead of reading, I get information quicker that way. But I digress. Point is, I hardly ever learn anything - but it is true, I can be a jack of all trades. I know how to paint, draw, color, Photoshop, write poetry and essays, play the piano, dance (if carefully instructed), act, swim - and yes, I've even done Kumon.
But I only am skilled at a certain level. For one, I've stopped painting and Kumon. I only know the basics of Photoshop, as I'm not that interested in knowing the fuddly-duddly of computers. Up to now, I can't read music notes as fast as I should have - but I do know how to play pieces of Bach, Beethoven, Pachebel and Mozart. I can act if you give me a script, and as I mentioned, dance if I'm carefully instructed. I can swim and perform the techniques (the Butterfly, the breast stroke, freestyle), but only at a required feet. And as of late, I have discovered that I am not skilled in writing - I lack the depth and persuasiveness that most writers have.
As much as I would love to mope in my depression, my mother staunchly disapproves of it. She often chides me by just saying I should practice. For this theory, I have to thank my dad - who reasoned with me just a few days ago: Child, you can't say that you're not born smart. For example, I am already an adult and even at this ripe age, I can't play a simple game of Super Mario - but you, only a youth - can master and even complete the game. How then did you achieve that?
As a result, I have to train and practice myself. As much as this is true, I often have to think and assess my 'skills'. We all know that a person can't be good at everything - which is why now I'm tasked with deciding which is 'more beneficial'. Piano over painting? Check. Writing over swimming - fine.
Pretty much at the end of the day, I think I've got it covered. I know which skills to practice: right now, I'm currently practicing my piano, calculus and my writing. I'm currently trying to memorize basic notes, so I won't just memorize pieces - I'd actually feel the thrill of playing them like I do in Guitar Hero. I can actually feel the spontaneity and more of the emotion. For calculus and writing, I have two great teachers that are guiding me throughout the week. I can't thank them enough.
But wait. Why did I choose piano over painting - writing over swimming? Because it's more practical, I guess. Although many would disagree, I stand true (stubborn old me) with my decision. Why? Because if I do pursue with my likes, I end up trapped again at a certain level. I like a lot of things. In one day, I can advert my eyes to law, medicine and business. I switch careers on a whim.
Apparently, I'm not exactly great with controlling my emotions (like the rest of the world). I need my mind to do the talking once in a while - my heart needs a break from all the drama.
A lot of questions seemed unanswered from this first post. What will my career be then? How will I deal with my emotions? I guess all of these will be figured out as I make more posts.
After all, it has to start somewhere...
-B&R-
Probably as a default answer, I would say: 'I want to air out my views. It'll be like therapy."
But is it really?
I, for one, am rarely able to like something completely. I often succeed in liking a minute portion of some drabble, and then easily get bored and move on. I'd like to imagine that I'm some sort of connoisseur, sampling every single dish in the area, and most likely leaving with the happiest of stomachs; however, reality would beg to differ.
My mother often chides me of how I like to glide through the glossy pages of Time or Fortune, read a paragraph or two - and then presume to know the whole story. Indeed, I'm quite like that - which is why I have chosen to watch CNN instead of reading, I get information quicker that way. But I digress. Point is, I hardly ever learn anything - but it is true, I can be a jack of all trades. I know how to paint, draw, color, Photoshop, write poetry and essays, play the piano, dance (if carefully instructed), act, swim - and yes, I've even done Kumon.
But I only am skilled at a certain level. For one, I've stopped painting and Kumon. I only know the basics of Photoshop, as I'm not that interested in knowing the fuddly-duddly of computers. Up to now, I can't read music notes as fast as I should have - but I do know how to play pieces of Bach, Beethoven, Pachebel and Mozart. I can act if you give me a script, and as I mentioned, dance if I'm carefully instructed. I can swim and perform the techniques (the Butterfly, the breast stroke, freestyle), but only at a required feet. And as of late, I have discovered that I am not skilled in writing - I lack the depth and persuasiveness that most writers have.
As much as I would love to mope in my depression, my mother staunchly disapproves of it. She often chides me by just saying I should practice. For this theory, I have to thank my dad - who reasoned with me just a few days ago: Child, you can't say that you're not born smart. For example, I am already an adult and even at this ripe age, I can't play a simple game of Super Mario - but you, only a youth - can master and even complete the game. How then did you achieve that?
As a result, I have to train and practice myself. As much as this is true, I often have to think and assess my 'skills'. We all know that a person can't be good at everything - which is why now I'm tasked with deciding which is 'more beneficial'. Piano over painting? Check. Writing over swimming - fine.
Pretty much at the end of the day, I think I've got it covered. I know which skills to practice: right now, I'm currently practicing my piano, calculus and my writing. I'm currently trying to memorize basic notes, so I won't just memorize pieces - I'd actually feel the thrill of playing them like I do in Guitar Hero. I can actually feel the spontaneity and more of the emotion. For calculus and writing, I have two great teachers that are guiding me throughout the week. I can't thank them enough.
But wait. Why did I choose piano over painting - writing over swimming? Because it's more practical, I guess. Although many would disagree, I stand true (stubborn old me) with my decision. Why? Because if I do pursue with my likes, I end up trapped again at a certain level. I like a lot of things. In one day, I can advert my eyes to law, medicine and business. I switch careers on a whim.
Apparently, I'm not exactly great with controlling my emotions (like the rest of the world). I need my mind to do the talking once in a while - my heart needs a break from all the drama.
A lot of questions seemed unanswered from this first post. What will my career be then? How will I deal with my emotions? I guess all of these will be figured out as I make more posts.
After all, it has to start somewhere...
-B&R-
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