Torn.

At a certain age,we learn to pick-up our parents habit of doing things. Maybe it's the way they walk. Or talk. Or in my case,the way they think.

At the age of 6,my mother tried to bring out the artistic vibe in me by sending me to ballet classes,piano classes and even arts & craft classes. I really didn't know what was her purpose of sending me to each on of those class but she definitely brought out the creativity in me. As I grow,my creativity begins to explore new things such as-reading,writing..or blogging. I find beauty in language and how one can tell so much or express so much through words (if and only if they are well written). I am no Kurt Vonnegut or E. Hemingway but I find beauty in expressing through words. I picked up the reading habit from my dad. He has his own collection at a corner of the living room. He reads biographies and self-motivational books,mostly. I started reading teen fiction (they always say,baby steps) and then later on,I moved on to non-fiction stories before I land myself at my dad's level of interest in books. I still enjoy reading fiction books nonetheless.Just so I  could escape the real world for a few minutes.

I also enjoy math questions a lot. I've always looked up to my dad when it comes to reading and math. I guess the 4 of us sort of got that (bad?) habit from him,I guess. I like Physics too. The only thing that I can't contemplate is Chemistry (God forbid I shall see it ever again after my Fall semester). I like how I know the exact reason as to how natural phenomena happens around me. How weight is influenced by gravity or how there an opposing force causes resistance towards something that moves.

It's little habits such as this,that influenced me to read and write more. To be passionate in whatever it is that I'm doing.

My parents did not only squeezed my right brain but also my left brain (the left brain is for creativity,I think).  I am torn apart between Journalism and Aerospace & Mechanical Engineering.

Mom told me I should just take double major. But I might just end up bald before I even graduate (God forbid it should really happen in real life). Even dad said it won't be that hard. What people lack of is just determination. I'm not sure whether my determination is/will be constant.

We shall see how it goes.