I visited the newly-opened branch of Starr's Milkshakes with my dad in this fantastic establishment conveniently located near my school called The Rock on the rainiest Saturday I've ever experienced. I don't have much to say of the ambience of the place, since my old man and I decided to crash at a nearby Starbucks instead, but I can tell you this: their Caramel and Cookie Dough milkshake is the best thing since sliced bread. It had legit chunks of cookie dough, yet wasn't too sweet, making it the perfect beverage to quench my week-long cravings.
I don't really think detailing all the events that took place in order will interest or benefit any of you out there, so in other news, I took the National Career Assessment Exam, or NCAE, last Wednesday. Although it contained questions on career choices I obviously had no plans of making in the near future (see: my most RTed tweet ever), it was pretty okay overall. But since then, I have been constantly bombarded with questions regarding my future—what course I was going to take up in college, which would eventually lead me to a career that could either propel me to fame or engulf me in flames—and it has driven me to say my piece on this. (Thank you, Rhoda.)
I have honestly been given such contradicting pieces of advice when it comes to my career preferences. I've heard simultaneous outbursts of statements such as "Follow your heart!" and "Doing what you love won't necessarily pay the bills.", which eventually led to nothing but my total confusion. But it took me so long to come to the conclusion that choosing your profession doesn't have to be a total pain in the neck.
As much as I believe in the importance of doing what you love, I also believe in the significance of being able to get financial benefits from your job. And sometimes, it could mean sacrificing what you truly want to do for an alternative that could provide you a more stable future. I've always wanted to be a full-time writer, to publish a runaway bestseller and be the J.K. Rowling of the next generation, but I later on became exposed to the fact that you don't actually get paid until you come up with a book. And what you earn still depends on your work's success.
So, yeah. I decided to set my sights on being a lawyer. I get to write on the job, and even research on cases and defend people in need (both activities I am guilty of enjoying), while earning a decent amount of money that'll help me achieve my long-term goals of giving my parents a rest house in Tagaytay and backpacking around the world with my future band member husband and two children. Most of you might disagree with my current views, but whatever please excuse me for I am just fourteen and I have not claimed to be some sort of consultant on these kinds of issues. I am just going to choose to shrug this problem off for a couple of more years, and drone on about One Direction's newest album next time.
'Til the next blog!
Angel x