Off I Go

Toothbrush. CHECK.

Extra toothbrushes. CHECK.

Towels. CHECK.

Extra towels. CHECK.

Drawing blocks. CHECK.

Socks. CHECK.

Chargers. CHECK.

Maggi. CHECK.

Water heater. CHECK.

All things are packed up. 

I'm all dressed up.

Kisses and goodbyes are exchanged.

I am ready.

You just gotta do what you gotta do.

Off I go.

Self Image 2013

(Inspired by a video on Youtube.)

Baiti. Almost 18.

I am a muslim.

A daughter.

A sister.

A cousin and niece to many.

A friend.

I'm a high school graduate.

11 years of schooling..done.

Now I am college student.

I'll be leaving home within less than a week to pursue my dream in architecture.

I am an amateur.

A cat owner.

A dreamer.

I'm still struggling to find my inner self.

I spend more time complaining about what I don't have rather that cherish and be grateful for what I have.

I'm sentimental and sometimes sensitive.

I'm also self conscious. 

I have this idea of people judging me all the time even if it not verbalise. The way I talked, the way I walked, the way I dressed, the way I looked, my face, my personality.

Therefore, I'm socially awkward in public and a hot mess.

But, if you truly know me, I am a friendly person. Hopefully a nice one too.

I'm an art enthusiast.

I love creating and drawing things because I'm absorbed in my own world and I can be imaginative.

I love collecting all jars and transforming them into useful object.

I love fabric tapes and twines. I think they're amazing and cute.

I still have a lot of reading list that is as overwhelming as it is ambitious.

I'm scared of what the future has to offer. But I'm on my way to somewhere that is somehow exciting.

I'm still learning to make expectation meets reality.

I'm Baiti and this is 2013. And I'm moving forward. 

I have dreams

When I was a little girl, I remember dreaming of becoming a girl who would sell balloons in the park, bringing smiles and shines to little kids. I wasn't that ambitious at that time. People would laugh at me if I told them what I wanted to be when I grow up. And then when I was 7, I thought of becoming a successful chocolate factory owner because, let's just admit it, owning a chocolate factory might just be the best thing in this entire world. 

As time goes by and I grow up a bit, I started to have a more cultured dream. I wanted to become a doctor. I don't know how, I don't why but I wanted to become one so badly. In fact, almost 80% of my classmates wanted to become a doctor as well. I guess it was sort of like a trend. I thought it might be fun to inject people in the arms and make them unconscious and go through all of their inside organs.

Now, I'm 18 years old, (well not technically) and looking back at all the dreams I had when I was young, I realized that I never really wanted to be any of them. I mean, seriously, selling balloons?! Owning a chocolate factory?!? (it would still be freakingly awesome to own one tho but you get my point here, folks) And--and-- DOCTOR?! What was I thinking? Being a doctor is the last thing on my list (no offense, doctors) since I know what medic students had to go through all the university years, plus my lack of interest in biology and chemistry. Therefore, here's my salute to all doctors and future doctor out there.

My dream now appear to be more secure and firm and I'm genuinely determined about it. This particular dream seems just right for me and somehow it fits my soul and personality (oh my god this is so cheessy). This time, I dream of becoming an architect. Being able to translate ideas and designs into a real object is overwhelming, impressive and might be terrifying as well. But I'm just a girl who's taking opportunities and risks and hopefully I'll become a successful one too.

But a dream doesn't stay forever, in my opinion. I might ended up being an artist, a CEO or who knows , a woman who owns a chocolate factory. :)

Nevertheless , I'm an architect at this moment.