hmm.

I don't wonder sometimes why they don't wanna come back.

I know.
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I feel tied down.

I wanna break free, and travel, and do what I want to do.

Kinda hard I guess when I don't have a passion. I like alot of things, but I'm not good at any of them. I should try harder to find something that will let me fulfill this part of me - until I do, I'll constantly wonder. I think even after I do, I'll still wonder.

Sometimes the future seems so far away but when it arrives way too soon for my liking, I find that I've wasted a fair bit of it just dreaming about it.

I like to draw.
I like to sing.
I like to dance.
I like the arts.
I like to speak.
I like to think.
I like shoes.
I like clothes.
I like accessories.

I could probably go on, but that is not the point of this exercise.
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Could we be friends?
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Quarter life crisis looms in the horizon. I wonder what I'll be then.
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I still dream of the nakama studio - if anything at all, we could always hide there with everything we love.

I would like to have/contribute:

• an easel
• a piano
• parts of my book collection
• a very nice couch
• a good pair of earphones to plug into a laptop, otherwise some decent wireless speakers

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For some reason, the idea of living all the way in US despite never having actually been there keeps getting stuck in my head. I have no idea why.
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I went to guama's earlier... I found some very neat throwback 90s style stuff (and older, you know how grandmas can be). Will bring some of them back and wash them, and will also probably use that spotty skirt with flowers for SeaJam.
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She once dreamt of a beautiful pair of shoes. She would wear it everywhere she goes, it would be as comfortable as walking barefoot, and it would blend in just nicely with anything she wore. Nothing fancy required.

And she would travel the world and her shoes would see her go through the pains and joys of her short-lived life, wandering from the poorest of the poor to the richest of the rich, and see what the rest of the world usually ignores - remaining down-to-earth, for we see way too high up to notice what we're forgetting. Getting kicked around in the dust, sinking into mud, drying up and getting a good clean, travelling on cobbled pavements and tarred roads, and cemented walkways and grassy fields.

But one of those days, as she was sitting in a cafe, she noticed how dirty and worn her shoes looked. The red was no longer red, their laces no longer their original colour. Despite everything it went through, it still retained its personality, if you will. It still stood out to her, and made her smile.

And made her remember the first time she bought it.

It caught her eye at a window store, as she was hurrying off to catch a movie with some friends. They were running late (literally) but she could not take her mind off those pair of shoes throughout the entire 2-hour movie. First thing she did after the movie was over, she headed for the place she saw those shoes. She was happy that noone had seen them or wanted them, or maybe it was just that the universe conspired and agreed upon the fact that she was the rightful owner of those shoes.

She doesn't know how long these shoes will last, but she just hopes that when it decides that its time walking on this planet in her lifetime is over, it remembers the owner that loved it so well and did it justice by never forgetting it no matter where she went. She would give it the experience no other could give.

Although the possibility lies that it could meet its untimely end in a bin, she might also end up keeping it safely in a box. It could not be given away - no one else could or would take it, for that matter. It was just - too old. Not that it actually mattered to her.
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For all this, I blame Glee. =)