I admit, I missed writing on my blog... and today, after having this weird dream, I got the urge of writing again to unload all the thoughts that I'm currently having about it. It's not really very unusual but since it triggered something - a childhood experience, I want to simply just let it out my chest and write it down on my blog which is something that I consider as my journal that keeps me sane these days.
So about my dream, let me start by telling you a story...
I am the type of person that keeps grudges when I was young (Don't worry I'm trying to change that now) and when I was in elementary, I was pretty active in many things especially in school, I make sure that I am part of all the activities. I recall I did things because I want to be productive all the time and I was determined to learn new things. However, the only downside is that I had become too hard on myself. At a very young age I can feel that I am living on the edge - but in the end, I realize that it was no use. Most of the time I also felt that I was unappreciated so that's the time I got depressed. There are also times that I don't feel like a kid because there was a time that I stopped playing... I can't remember exactly but it just happened. I was already 9 or 10 when I started to write a book. It was about fairy tales and mysteries. I've always wanted to become a writer and I was so determined to make that happen (but now I think I still have to work on my grammar). People think that I am a geek and not fun to be with! I think that's also true - because I am melancholic by nature, I've always thought that nobody can ever tolerate my gloomy behavior. I do not speak that much, I just prefer to sit on one corner and observe the things around me and if I get bored, I'd get a good book to read. I think my playmates got really bored with that so I was often left alone...
Okay, so how about the dream that I had a while ago and how could I connect it with my childhood?
