This end February marks the end of my working life in Sozo, a company I joined for almost 2 years. I had a lot of fun working in Sozo, I met a lot of people and could exercise some of my selfish wants when planning for events.
However, I knew I would never stay for long. There was no future for me and I could not see myself working as a sales person, trying to sell advertising space of the new media portal that I had little faith in. But I was comfortable, I love most of my colleagues and I loved Japanese pop culture.
Sometimes coming into the office didn’t feel like “work” at all. It was like we all got together and worked on a fun project. These naive thoughts were spun obviously from the lack of ever being in present in finance meetings. No doubt, the events we organised were large and quite intimidating but it did not really cross my mind. To me, it was like a school project, it was fun and entertaining and it didn’t really bothered me as much as working in my previous agency. Maybe because in my previous agency, doing things had the extra pressure of meeting my client’s expectations. The events we ran were our own, we made our expectations.
I was really too comfortable and I had worries of my future life. I tried applying for other jobs at that time, hitching one 2 weeks before AFA SG 2013, but the job sounded like a bore. It had good benefits but it would require me to tone down on my dressing, my make-up, my style… and dress like a prim and proper “office working lady”. After much consideration, I turned the offer down. I was also stuck in a quarter-life crisis. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life.
When I was in polytechnic, being in a diploma of mass communications, all I wanted to do was be in advertising, because the money was good, although it would take much effort and many years to obtain that earning power. I was merely following the instructions of my mother.
Fashion was tucked away back in my mind. I didn’t think I was good enough, I couldn’t sew in a straight line, and it didn’t seem like a “promising” career. It was one of those choices, where you KNOW everyone around you was going to be shaking their heads at your education choices.
I regret that now. Having not followed my desire and my passion.
So at the ripe age of 24, with a miraculous blessing from my mother (of all people!), I decided to take some fashion classes. One year was all that my mother would care to spare me. After that, I needed to work my butt off.
I am currently searching for the right academy, should I do a very specific and concise 3month course at an academy I’ve never heard of? Or do a full 1 year diploma at MDIS?
I am scared and I am anxious, but at least I have a dream or a goal. I want to start something of my own. It could be something as “unheard” of as a doll clothing line, or something “uncommon” of in Singapore; my own ready-to-wear line.
I decided to also start on fashion journalism and have gotten some help from my close friends. I want to showcase my love for Japanese street fashion and somehow discover how younger Singaporeans are dressing more daringly by doing a series of street snaps. It is pretty bare now, but you can find my new fashion blog here at: http://fashionmaki.wordpress.com
I think I still lack the courage to fully plunge into this new life path, but I am thankful to a handful of supporting friends who have encouraged me and inspired me to live life to it’s fullest, because like I’ve watched in this TED video, “So, what are you doing with this one, wild, precious life of yours?”