Confession of a dreamer

As I sat on the stands of my school's stadium, watching the flurry of activities, I smiled to myself. I'm pretty sure those that caught it, must have thought I was a few screws short. But it didn't matter. Cause in my mind, I was far far away.

I've started working out again(hopefully this time I will see it through). And after each fat burning, lung busting session, I would buy a drink and take a seat in the stands of my school's sports complex. I love to watch all the other students(especially the gals in the really really short shorts) buzzing around doing their stuff. Be it CCAs, a friendly ball game between friends or even a simple jog. I would sit there wondering what type of people they are. How things might have been if we were friends and once in a while when I spot an eye candy I really like, I would wonder how life would be holding her hands. Although I suffer from something second only to leprosy(I have sweaty palms). For those that are squirming in their seats right now. I forgive you, hell even my bestfriend doesn't like me touching her. Sigh, another name on my shortcomings list.

Still, things let this doesn't stop me from doing what I love best. Dreaming. I have an image or an idea of how I want my life to be. And I plan to make it come true. I want a family, not just the normal type but the types you see in commercials. The ones where everyone is so happy and in love with one and other. I know I know. Right now you must be thinking that this guy is crazy, thinking something like that is possible. But that is exactly what I am. Its on number 103 on my shortcomings list. CRAZY. I want a simple yet beautiful life. I dream of holding my wife's hand while we watch our kids sleep. Or rubbing her shoulders after a long day. In my dreams, I learn how to make cuisines. Cuisines that would make her fall in love with me over and over again. All this while wearing my kiss the chef apron. I wanna meet a lady, who could make feel lost just looking in her eyes yet comfortable and close enough that I could call her my friend. A companion, a friend, a lover.

I wanna have kids. Daughters!!! 2,3 I don't care. A man's home is his castle. And I for 1 plan to dedicate my life to the service of my queen and princess(S). I shall accept a male heir but only because I will need to pass down my liverpool fetish to someone.In my dreams I protect them with the same intensity of a lioness protecting her cubs. I spoil them rotten, yet instill in them respect, love and kindness. I would bring them to do stuff like community service and later spoil them with gifts and kind words. I would cover them in cotton and allow them the childhood that I was rob of. People have told me I cannot hide them from the real world. I say bullshit. What is the real world? A world like mine or the world in some fancy condo or the houses on sixth ave. I believe that its up to me to make my own world. And I'm sure there will be hard times but my soul be damn to hell if I let it ruin my life. Screw "harsh reality" I'm the captain of my life. And if I say I want my life to resemble a UOB commercial then too bad for the statistics that say it cannot.

I also want a job where I can help people. But it has to be office hours. I wanna spent the bulk of my life where it matters most. With my family. In my dreams, I wanna do things with my family. Camping, bbq, fishing, shopping etc. Oh yea, I also dream of my family vacations like in the movies. Every year during the holidays we fly off to see new places. It doesn't matter if I'm not rich but I wanna be comfortable. This post can go forever as I'm one who dreams as much as I breath. Thus it has become my life's mission to make it all come true. Till that day comes, I will just be sitting somewhere, looking at people pass me by, dreaming. Why I call my goals and ambition dreams. Cause one day as I hold my queen's hand while watching our kids sleep. I shall kiss her on the forehead and say, thank you. I'm living my dream......