Day 5: Dreams...

> When I was 5, I dreamt of being a grown up... I also had dreams of owning ALL the Barbie dolls I set my pretty eyes on *winks*

 > When I was 10, I dreamt  of a place where I didn't have to wake up every morning and go to school (still do actually)

 > I actually like syringes.. So when I was 11, I dreamt of becoming a doctor-- just so that I can inject people! I wanted to a doc who does nothing but inject my patients (read as: victims)..hehe *evil grin*

>When I was 14, I had a dream of becoming a surgeon. Yeah, me, a surgeon. I don't know what got into my head back then though. What I didn't know also was that when I was in the Science stream 2 years later, I was going to loathe the Pure Science subjects...to the core.

> When I was 16, I dreamt of a 'dashing prince' (well maybe not dashing) and being in love (for the sake of it. I know..I was so mean and heartless). I dreamt of dancing for the rest of my life (it's a passion, you see) and of getting really good results for SPM. I also dreamt of magically turning into that perfect child for my parents..who always makes them happy, never a disappointment from that perfect girl.

> When I was 17, last year, I wanted to do something about/with my life. Plus..I wanted to do something for God. And I was still in the 'dreaming stage' about Mr.Right.

> 2011, I'm 18 and I know I still have many, many dreams- of owning a Mazda someday, of doing my best for STPM, of being wealthy enough to able to buy the shoes I liked, of becoming a  journalist and still not disappoint my dad, of doing God's will for me, of becoming a lecturer that will do lotsa good for the coming generation, of so many other things..[and I'm still waiting for someone to turn up from nowhere] I really can't go on. 

Now that I'm more mature, I know that sometimes dreams can just remain as dreams, unless you want it to become real. Unless you work hard enough to make it fit in reality. Otherwise, since nobody can stop us from dreaming, we shall continue to drop by Dreamland pretty frequently. And that's about it, that's the closest you can get to seeing it. Not experiencing it.

All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible. 
T. E. Lawrence