Story of my life

Have I mentioned how much I love Starbucks? Well, I am proud to say that I am a humongous fan of Starbucks. From the aroma of coffee beans in the air, to the nice music they play. Mama says that coffee is bad for me, but I don't really bother...

Have I told you how much I love astronomy? When I look up at a star-filled sky, I look up in awe and wonder. How can anything be so beautiful? Although I know it isn't true, I like to imagine that when people die, they become stars. So when someone close to you passes on, you can look up and know that he/she is watching over you. I love how the universe is so big and endless. It's like there is so much out there. I feel like the universe holds so many mysteries, so many secrets. I wish I could go there and see the burning balls of gases, the asteroids, the gas giants with my own eyes. I want to talk to the stars and listen to them sing their lovely lullaby to me.

Have I mentioned how much I love dreaming? I love dreaming because nothing is impossible in dreams. You get to do whatever you want. I get to fly around in space, round and round the milky way. I get to bounce around on the clouds. I get to talk to characters that are just figments of my imagination. I get to create my own world... I guess that's why Mama says that I'm always in a world of my own. I know it's not reality, but that's what makes me love it so much. Its not reality. Sometimes, truth is stranger than fiction, you know?

Have I told you how much I love Disney and Barbie and pink and glitter and rhinestones are shiny stuff? It's because they remind me of who I used to be as a little girl. A girl who always thought she was a fairy. A girl who said, "When I grow up, I want to be a princess." A girl who used to think that boys are really knights on white horses. I'm not like that anymore, obviously. But it still makes me smile. I keep all these memories the same way a girl keeps the first love letter she received. They are precious to me, and they make me happy.

Yea. Story of my life.