As a child, I often reflected on what the future held..
I could lie on the bed for hours, dreaming of what I would do..
What opportunities would come by, & toy with the steps I would take in order to be happy..
I remember as a kid, I often dreamt of how I’d finally find the right person..
Fall in love at first sight..
Save her from bad guys who were trying to rob her..
Ahaha.. like a dashing casanova struggling to save the damsel in distress
Flashing back to the future, I guess things havent really gone my way! @_@
I still dont quite look like a casanova, & worse yet, no girl seems to want to get robbed in front of me ahaha
Ironic.. I was actually quite quiet when I was younger
I used to have trouble looking at a girl while talking to them… ahaha
I guess you could imaigne things being even worse off when I actually liked that girl.. wah…
Funny.. I dont know if it was just me, but I had a habit of being very rude to the girls I liked.. back then..?
Then it’d strike me .. why the hell did I just say that..?
I guess after awhile, the girls just stopped bouncing my way.
I was grumpy, lost, & .. lonely
Hmm.. I guess somehow I felt I didnt quite fit in.
I tried to be a follower once, didnt suite me very well.
Tried to lead, wasnt very good at it either..
So I ended up wasting my life away.. reading books.. novels.. daydreaming.. off distant lands.. valiantly battling demons & ogres, rescuing ladies of wide reknown..
I guess things didnt quite end up the way I imagined things to be..
I dont spend my time slaying dragons anymore, but i seem to find my dreams with my feet planted on solid earth
I am now quite a talker, I think its hard for me to shut up..
I’ve gotten more polite.. I found that it feels kinda nice when people glow listening to you speak..
Ahaha.. I guess in truth, dreams are what make life worth living..
I realized that as we grow older, things dont really happen to you..
Maturing is about taking responsibility for the things that come, & making sure that they either stay, or go.
Many people spend their lives reading books.. engrossed in their own world of fantasy..
I know now that if we spend so much time reading the tales woven by others, when will we find time ourselves to write our own chapters?
It took me quite sometime to adjust to this of course.
And like every tale, I hope to see a happy ending.
I made a decision one day.. and I wanted to be happy for once.
And the only thing that kept me from doing so was indeed myself.
Behold this land of yore..
I sought, i bring, this song of mine..
Behold, these fists, i bring to fore..
With hands of mine,
These banners roar..
Now stamp, stampede, we now shall roar..
Blood now free, I fling, you soar..
Ahaha..
Well, today..I still read books, I am still engrossed on my own world, but I think for once, I shall tuck myself into this far off corner.. & smile.
Oh drat.. I’ve been sick for the last few days.
Caught this terruble cough that seems to leave my voice sounding like a wheezy lecher over the phone ahaha
I guess you could say i got a few knowing looks from some matronly women as they clung to their lovely daughters as I said "good morning.."
Wonder when I will recover..
I cant wait to go back to gym
Body feels abit .. soft ahaha..
Shit.. @_@