Last night I made my parents sit down and discussed which diploma I should major in. They are very, very against Logistics Operations and Management although I love Mathematics because the lecturers and tutors didn't give them a good impression during the parents' orientation, which leaves me with Diploma in Marketing and Business. Frankly speaking I wouldn't mind both but family thinks that Biz is too vague a course because like what Ken said 'Jack of all trades master of none'. Sure, I might be good at every single aspect of biz but ultimately I don't even know where I'm heading because it's too wide a course. Henceeeeeeeeee and therefore, my parents and brother are really supportive of me taking up Marketing since I talk a lot and I tend to disturb people when I talk. And I like networking although I am shy when I talk to strangers. I like to do all kinds of things and sometimes embarrass myself unintentionally. Well that's meeeee....!

I hope I will make the best out of Public Speaking to boost my confidence for my new course. But hang on, my second choice is Biz and I always have the gut feeling that I'll get my second choice. Because in every competition, every choice I make, I always end up getting my second choice. Not a bad thing after all because most of my classmates are gonna major in Biz/LOM. St Hilda's was the second choice for my Secondary school posting and I'm not regretting it at all!

Back to the point. In one way or another I think Marketing really suits me. So does Biz. Hiyah I don't know lah I shall complete my tutorials, sleep, wake up, see the sun shine and I'll be happy, and then I'll make my final decision.

Sigh I'm really facing quite a number of problems now and they're all very different. So hard, so hard. Why am I masking myself?

If there's a song that can describe me now, it'd be Reflections.

If I wear a mask

I can fool the world but I cannot fool myself.

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Must I pretend that I'm someone else for all time?

When will my reflection shows who I am inside?

There's a heart that must be free to fly

That burns with a need to know the reason why

Why must we all conceal what we think and how we feel?

Must there be a secret me I'm forced to hide?

I won't pretend that I'm someone else for all time

When will my reflection show who I am inside?