I had to make origami for work the other day and was rummaging through my shelves when i stumbled upon these:
I'm not good at drawing really because all these drawings are something i've replicated from drawings seen in my Enid Blyton books, comics and whatnot. Nothing that i created on my own but still, i think i make a rather okay copycat back then. I remember spending nights in my room secretly drawing when i was supposed to be studying.
I miss that.
I miss the creative energy i used to have. Not only did i draw, i also enjoyed playing the piano and singing simultaneously. I attended auditions (sing, dance, host - i've done it), i performed during school events, i agreed to coach my class for our inter-class choir competition...then somehow all these started to stop one by one.
Self-conciousness hit and i guess i am no longer as confident as i once was. I think i'm too fat for showbiz. Too ugly for TV. My voice is mediocre for the singing industry. My drawings are well, not technically my own creation. I suck at piano and my dancing, well, who wants to see a hippo dance?
It's really sad because doing those things really did make me happy.
Old Lea, i hope to find you again.
I'm not good at drawing really because all these drawings are something i've replicated from drawings seen in my Enid Blyton books, comics and whatnot. Nothing that i created on my own but still, i think i make a rather okay copycat back then. I remember spending nights in my room secretly drawing when i was supposed to be studying.
I miss that.
I miss the creative energy i used to have. Not only did i draw, i also enjoyed playing the piano and singing simultaneously. I attended auditions (sing, dance, host - i've done it), i performed during school events, i agreed to coach my class for our inter-class choir competition...then somehow all these started to stop one by one.
Self-conciousness hit and i guess i am no longer as confident as i once was. I think i'm too fat for showbiz. Too ugly for TV. My voice is mediocre for the singing industry. My drawings are well, not technically my own creation. I suck at piano and my dancing, well, who wants to see a hippo dance?
It's really sad because doing those things really did make me happy.
Old Lea, i hope to find you again.
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