(I know, it’s late. Haha.)
Since a child, I have had this strong inclination to the arts. I doodled a lot at school, and I could clearly remember how ecstatic I am whenever a teacher would announce that we have to submit any art-related project while most of my classmates frown at the news. I applied to a Fine Arts and an Architecture course in some of the popular universities in our locality, but my family’s financial status could not handle the expenses, so instead I traversed a discipline that I am not so in love with. Dreams can wait, they say–but not too long. Or maybe, I just have an impatient ass.
I have a long list of what I want to do: study Fine Arts, Fashion Design, Speech Communication; do commercial modeling; participate in theater or any acting-related workshops; and the list goes on. So not long after my college graduation, I finally mustered the courage to leave town and take my chances here in the big city. I am getting older by the minute, and the industry I’d love to be part of does not worship twentyish people much. Chances are slim for “mature” people.
I had to do lots of research and contact people who could help me, and I think all my hard work paid off. This entry is not about me though (although you’ll see my face splattered on this page, this is a tribute to all the people whom I have met and made friends with and who have helped my dream kick off).