to have revelations.
esp when its all quiet and serene.
i was on the bus this morning.
looking at my surroundings as usual.
i pondered at the people around me.
how many of these people i see,
have dreams when they were young
but have succumbed to the mundane life of reality.
how many of them wanted to be an artist
but ended up in a 8-5 office job due to the demands
of society and family/life.
how many of them gave up their dreams?
how many of them lose sight of their dreams?
how many of them forgotten what its like to have dreams?
my conclusion: most of them.
i have dreams too.
for as far as i'm conscious about my life.
ive always wanted to be a model.
not because i think im pretty enough
but because i love fashion. i love to socialise.
i dont believe in branded clothing
as long as whatever im wearing looks good on me.
i believe that everyone i see is good looking.
i want to talk to people. i want to mingle.
i love crowds when im around friends.
(only exception: when im with my boy,
i wish we were the only 2 people in the world.)
i believe that every girl deserves a pair of good heels.
every man deserves a pair of good shoes.
i wish i have the courage to pursue my dream.
i wish i have the ability to pursue my dreams.
i wish i have the support to pursue my dreams.
i wish...
/i dont want my dreams to jump from
"have" to "had".