when we were kids we used to dream; pretend; make believe tales. sometimes it's about how the tooth fairy would come to drop a dollar coin under your pillow for every tooth you left behind. you'd scream and shout to the world that you've become the richest person alive because of that dollar coin.
sometimes, you would play in tents made of blankets and a fortress out of pillows, climbing in and out as if you had your own property (oh wait, you did.) other times, it's about how you'd play hide and seek in/with the curtains. you'd think to yourself, 'i'm here! i'm here!' everytime someone walks by you saying, 'i wonder where val is.' this silent screaming for attention is followed with indulgence and self-flattery; 'hahaha.. i'm the best hide and go seek player ever!' and you give up after 2 minutes, popping out of the curtain, watching everyone be astounded at how well a hider you are, and you simply laugh at everyone who was caught - everyone but you. you were five.
how about that time you you danced with prince charming from sleeping beauty and was whisked away by cinderella's white gorgeous prince. no prince? no big deal. sleeping beauty did sing, "someday my prince will come..." or was it cinderella? snow white? er.. you get the drift.
other make believe tales were those that involved wings that humans just naturally/humanly do not have. but who's to say you can't fly without wings. there was this once, you flew away to neverland with peter pan and the lost boys. no? if not that one, it'll be you with superman or being superman in his red coat or batman in his black leather outfit. 'no superhero can be without a cape' you'd say. so you'd steal away the blankets from the laundry heap, hold it between those small hands of yours, and run from one end of the house to another just to watch the wind catch the make believe superhero cape.
that was the thrill of the century.
sometimes, just sometimes, fairy tales do come true.
who's to deny you that anyway? it's all in your head. ain't life marvellous?
valerie anne
in my 20s and wonderful.
dressed to dress you.
. i would do you, but i can't. it's just the wrong season right now.
I've been in canada for days.
. in need of a recommendation
. tattoo
. rolex
. prada bag
. hermes birkin/kelly
. hermes scarf
. prada penguin coin purse
. suped up VW jetta mk3 '97
. 911 Turbo
. WRX
. smoked e-codes/fogs
. porsche deep dish rims
.
my driver's license
.
a shaven head for my 18th
. be a somebody
. make {gravi.tee}
.
snowboard
.
own my first car
. travel: NYC, all over europe,
japan,
mexico, chile, argentina, spain, greece, laos, vietnam, bali, dubai, amsterdam
. publish a book entitled "you better quote val, or else" -
recommended by derek goh
.
fashion school
. travel: roadtrip canada
. travel: roadtrip USA
.
move out
. own a house
. ride the dragon in tokyo
. go fish/camping for a weekend
. open a cafe/boutique
. horse-riding
. speak korean/japanese/spanish/french
. skydive over mauritius waters
. white-water raft above level 3
. bungee jump from a suspension bridge
. break the world record for the longest time on a loop-the-loop roller coaster ride
. save an endangered species
. AND prove to my mum that i'll be married before 35.
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