What is your ultimate dream?

I always wanted to be a writer. Never in my life did I expect to do anything else. Growing up, I was a fan of Sweet Valley High and Fear Street, R.L. Stine.

I thought that as soon as I stepped into a College, I would be studying Bachelor of Literature or Bachelor of Creative Writing - Something challenging and rewarding and something that tickles my fancy at the same time.

But as fate would have it, I am now studying Marketing under the Griffith Business School. Never did I touch a literary work for me to read and comprehend. For me to talk about it in class.

Instead, I'm doing researches for target markets, marketing campaigns, advertising, campaign teasers, market research, marketing communications, conumer behaviour... and the list goes on.

I like marketing. It's challenging and is the most creative branch of business.

But still, I cannot for the life of me let go of my dream to write.

To just sit somewhere with a coffee and a cigarette - writing away.

I read books for fun. People never read books unless they are really that bored. But I do - because it gives me a minor orgasm when I do [you know what I'm talking about here! No perverted thoughts please.. ].

My dream is for me to someday write a book. It doesn't matter if it gets published or not. As long as I can tell myself that I had done it - written something and actually followed my dreams.

But as we know it, reality gets in the way. It would be awesome to have a leprechaun as your next door neighbour but instead you're stuck with a Korean family who just had a baby boy that screams in the middle of the night. What makes it worst is the fact that the only thing that seperates you from the screaming infant is a VERY thin wall.

Think how awesome it would be to see unicorns flying around the clear blue sky but instead you get days of rain and mosquitoes biting you in really uncomfortable places.

It would be nice to just stay at a coffehouse everyday and chill with your friends and never actually have to get up to go to work - but in reality, you do put in extra hours. ie no days off in ten days and cashing in a whopping 60 hours per week.

So what I'm saying is, it's cool to have dreams but it takes guts to actually follow them.

And I, as we all know it after four years of blogging, am gutless.

Never did I follow what I want to do. Never did I make a decision that I know would make me happy.

Can someone please slap the goody-two-shoes, stick-in-the-mud bitch across the face???

Any takers??