Journal Entry 11

Sunday, November 1^st 2009

Today, I woke up early to do my ‘Typography and Layout’ assignment which was due the next day. However, the desktop refused to start up. I was on the verge of panicking. ‘What do I do?’ I asked myself desperately, ‘I’m so screwed! Shit!’

As I was about to break into a panic attack, my dad suggested that I went to his office to do my work. I agreed with much gratitude.

At his office, I worked for 9 hours straight, I was quite surprised by how quickly time passed; it seemed to pass with a twinkling of the eye. It seemed like noon just minutes ago…

The speed at which time flew made me contemplate though. My friend, Bane, had told me the night before that I was being a ‘geek’ and a ‘nerd’ by working so hard and ‘not having a social life’. I was not offended by what he said. In fact, I was pretty amused by his words. However, at that particular moment, while sitting in front of my dad’s desk, his words came back to me and made me wonder. ‘Am I workaholic?’ I wondered aloud, ‘… I hope and think not. Hey… wait a minute. I’m only 17. An age when I should enjoy life and not think so much! Why the hell am I thinking about this?’

I guess though, the reason why I am working so hard is because I think a lot for my future. I do not want to be an ordinary designer struggling to make ends meet with his freelancing jobs. I want to be an accomplished graphic designer… or at least, have people think that my works are great and refreshing. I think that life is short… why waste time? If I want to accomplish something with my life, I should start working on it now. I do not want to be forgotten just like that after I pass away. I want to be remembered.

Yes, I know. I sound stupid but that’s just me… and my over-thinking brain.