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Regrets...

Regrets... everybody has them. Perhaps plenty of them. But for me, there was just one point in my life that I have ever regretted. Not university, studies, girls or the many problems I had in the past. The point was after my SPM examinations. That point in life could have completely redefined the rest of my life.

But instead, I picked IT as the field I was going to study in. Big mistake. I didn't realise at that point just what I was naturally good at, my talents. I ignored them to go with my interest at that time.... computers. I still love computers and all geeky techy stuff but I've often wondered what it would have been like had I ignored my temporary itch to study this at that time... mysterious technology for something more grounded... such as say, English.

I was a pretty good writer in my schooling days(had a few essays published in the school mag). Loved to write fiction and I had a knack of uniquely expressing dramatic dialogue on paper. I used to scribble and illustrate in an almost comic fashion, sounds and dialougue... in a written essay. I also used to regularly do well in English exams, almost without fail. But no... I ignored all of that and studied IT and wasted years studying this.

Which is why I'm now moving away from IT and slinking back to a field that I have always had a talent for(it's difficult considering my age and the time I spent in an industry I no longer have passion for). I've often wondered if I had gone into studying language, literature or some other media based studies, I probably would already be an established writer  by now. It's imperative for me now to work extra hard to make up for those lost years I spent idly and heartlessly working on computers(and programming).

Getting back to my roots... so they say. It's stressful, but exciting times. I feel at peace, finally, with my mind firmly placed on what I'm going to be doing now onwards and into the future.


All the worlds a stage, and the all the men and women merely players,
Shakespeare


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