Been thinking...

Im 24.5 years old...that was yesterday...and from yesterday's perspective...I have 6 months to go to hit the dubious TWO-FIVE...the quarter life!

I caught a glimpse of a friend's blog and realised that I have a lot of wants that have yet been fulfilled. This friend's blog stirred some emotions and thoughts to wander through my (of late) placid little mind.

I do have a job I enjoy at the moment...my probation period ended about 3 weeks ago...my managers like the work I produce...the fact that i'm on board delivering the deliverables in our project on time makes them happy and makes me happy...so my career is chugging along the way I want it to be (for now).

I went and saw my friend's apartment and then went furniture window-shopping with her...its a tedious task at its worst...but i loved shopping for bedheads and tallboys and vanities and dining tables, &c.

In a past life, i must have enjoyed being an interior decorator or of some profession that required a creative/artistic flair...I must have had a beautiful home...decorated by me...

I long to have my own home to decorate...whether a unit or apartment or an actual house...but I want my own to decorate the way I want it to look...but im bound by "that" heavy burden...I wonder when my turn to fulfil this dream will come to fruition?

I have been reading again...its the best thing to do while i'm on the train, getting to work...and while I bummed at home from that annoying flu infection I had, I finished a book a day...to me that was an accomplishment...and then I began reading Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte...it has taken me a week to read it...I always wondered what took me so long to read that book in highschool...and now I know that it is the language that hampered my ability to absorb the book at an adequate pace as the other novels I have read in modern English. My brother was right, at least im not trying to make sense of Chaucer.

I noticed the large amount of materials I have lying in my room...paints, pastels, paper, books, pencils, palettes, easel, &c...just lying in my room collecting dust...the energy I had for my artistic flair has been smothered for at least a year now...its begun simmering in my belly recently, but hasn't increased in any shape or form...I wonder what has become of it?

There are other things I would like to talk about...but I guess I would then have to admit to failure, submission, and other crappiness that I would rather not discuss right now...

So, I shall leave with a happy note - Mr Bubble is in town and I can't wait to see him again. Last year's concert was awesome! This year, I went to the indoor concert and he managed to make me *wow* again...BUT tonight...the outdoor event will be a challenge for him, and i'm not sure how he will *wow* again...but we'll see...he probably has many tricks up his sleeve...I brought my binoculars just incase I got a seat far back (bought tix for the unreserved section).

*Make me swoooooon with delight Mr Bubble!*