“Don’t compromise your dreams to what everyone else expects.”

Hell yeah, so true!

I’ve been bumming for about ten days, eights hours, thirty one minutes, and 55 seconds now. Within that timeframe, there’s just one primeval thought that keeps on jaywalking in my head, “What am I really good at?” I’ve got to be kidding me. After pursuing a life – long dream that would be my end – all and be – all question? Oh c’mon, there must be something, please pop – up now!

This omnipotent question was triggered like a spark plug when I’ve seen this kindergarten classmate of mine. She used to be my biatch friend, gossip here, gossip there, and gossip everywhere. She was once my stinky, filthy, and mucousy crab friend (because she always had this greenish something in her nose, ewish!). Anyway, she just asked me “How are you? Are you airplane now? Coz you wished to be one when you know, when we’re little.” Oh yeah, I remembered. And then I just smirked. It’s all coming back to me now. I totally remembered when I was four or five way back then when my teacher asked me what I want to be when I grow up. Then I answered, “I wanna be an airplane”. So cool. So dumb. For the love of God, of all the things that she can remember.

So right then and there, I answered, “Actually no, change of plans”. But I have had a ride on some. And I want to ride in a broomstick too. Just imagine the pleasure I’ll have while whooshing and undergoing severe turbulence and doldrums (Whah! What am I imagining, might be the side effect of the Truffle, oh so chocolatey!). Anyhow, she walked out after realizing what a terrible schizoid I am.

When I got home, I started to internalize “What am I really good at, seriously?” Singing? Dancing? Writing? NADA. How bout sleeping? Eating? Vaining? Oh yeah! Shut up..that’s my slothy self talking. What a total devour! I feel so wrecked like a ship. Helpless. Maybe just maybe I’m doomed to be nonsense, freaking delusional, and perhaps pointless.

But hey, I’m still alive. Rocking and kicking [ass!]. It’s not the end of the world yet. I can still explore other options such as witchcraft, asparagus ice cream – making, ghost busting and stuff like that. Or maybe traveling. Yes, good plan. I want to go to Pluto, or maybe no because others say it’s just a star now. How about Mars? Maybe I’ll find some demons there and I’ll go slaying and kicking ass. Cool. No, hot. Mars is hot. Not a good idea. How about Earth first and Jupiter later? But there’s a lot of latitudes and longitudes criss – crossing on earth. Narrowing it down, I want to go to Italy (the country of love?), Ireland (because I’m Irish), and of course London (dungeon of vampires). Sounds interesting. Let the quest begin!