Monday, August 23, 2010
I dreamt of drawing a manga. I finished the first book with three chapters, full of dramas and rainbow characters whom inspired by people surrounding me.
I dreamt of writing a book. A slasher thriller of a girl haunted by memories she could not recall. I stopped at chapter five, when her boyfriend started acting distant towards her.
I dreamt of owning my own clothing lines, edgy dresses with lotsa beads and rocks and frills for socialites or just valley girls. I stopped at a smirk from somebody whom bless can only come from him.
I dreamt of being a professional euphonist, singing anthems and medleys and original pieces that could touch millions of souls. But a six thousand instrument would cost me more than just my own self.
I dreamt of dancing modern music steps, full of emotion. Maybe with a partner or two, I could plan a few chereographs just for fun.
I dreamt of acting on stage or in front of the camera, like I used to be somebody's sweetheart when we won the first place with Si Tenggang's Homecoming.
I even dreamt of materializing all the songs I composed in my head, twenty three of them. I still sing them every single day when I go to work and get home, on the bike, screaming my lungs out as if the road was all mine.
I dreamt a lot. I pursued a little.
I think I should change, be the yesterday's me.