I hate that life is choked up with choices to make. To a person who has no slightest idea what she wants to do in the future, choices are usually the last thing she would want to make for herself. At least for me, it is.

This semester, however, I have no regret choosing my areas of study. Not before a casual remark from my lecturer threatened my judgement. I still enjoy what I've been doing. But whenever I looked back and reflected the choices I have adamantly made to myself in the name of interest,  I can't help but wonder, have I really chosen the right modules to study?

These modules are what were impliedly categorised as "light modules", a term I didn't even know existed until semester started. As much as I was concern, I chose my modules simply based on the direction my heart led me. In all honesty, that was the only factor I considered as I was ranking my modules. It's just so coincidental that my modules are known to be "light".

I'm certain I'll not be a journalist, I'm also equally (...maybe less) sure that I'll never make a career in acting, hosting, or anything that garners mass attention. So why Acting and Media Presentation? These are two areas I'm keen to explore. I have a taste of the two pies back in secondary school, and I was not prepared for those days to be my last. So I'm here, determine to discover other sides of me, whether physically, or mentally.

It took me no time at all to realise how good my other classmates are in all three modules. I can act, but others are better. I can speak, but others are better. I can write, but others are always better. My ego cruelly flattened, my confident downward spirals.

I have lived 19 years carefully scrutinising how other people regard me. I have only this semester to break the barrel and overcome this.