This little girl's dreams:
band practices with CMIYC
receive a medal from fencing join some class this summer
decide about my future career, fast.
make some money this summer
wardrobe improvement
go out as much as possible with friends start on a painting get some decent shoes
seek for shopping buddy/ies perform in front of people grow taller
grow taller-er meet new acquaintances
find some scientific way to eat chocolate without getting fat some design ideas
shoot, shoot, shoot! with CMIYC gain knowledge that will be relevant to the lessons of next year
love more. a vanity session with my sister
have my camera fixed espionage mode go to the beach without getting TOO dark go to Serendra
Zara dress
have the acoustic guitar fixed
more, more, MORE neoprints.
master the art of time management
bike with my dad Defeat little Ms. Sunshine. :)
do something creative with kit-kat wrappers
Europe trip
Wear a red prom dress
SMILE
two in a row. I must have no life.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009, 8:31 PM
I MISSED THOSE DAYS...
...when reputation didn't matter, when a person just lived life normally, without being too concerned whether his or her name will be plastered all over, whether or not it'll be seen in lights, when you didn't have to be somebody, but yourself, when labels didn't matter.
... when the harsh words thrown at you were as strong as flimsy paper flying in the wind's direction, when there was nothing to care about but living the way you wanted to, when you didn't care about what people called you, a star, or a shadow in the background, when you didn't have to look good for anybody, when you didn't care at all how they looked at you, when you didn't have to change for people.
... when it was so very easy to put on a smile, no hesitations, no bad intentions, when laughing was genuine, when you can openly show to people how you truly felt because you'd know they understand.
... when we didn't know everything, when our tiny little heads didn't hold pieces of information about the horrid things in life, about the stuff that truly hurt, when we didn't make a big deal about the things media said mattered.
... when LOVE was a whole different word, when there was still a trace of innocence in it, when you can be friends with anyone who came your way, when you accepted their invitation without being too skeptical, too paranoid.
...when you can act like a madman without being too concerned over people's criticizing eyes.
