Holding On To Dreams

Hey Humans! I haven't done this in quite a while, you know? A post that's not about pictures and things I did. This post is gonna be a little uncoordinated, like my posts when I was younger (which I would be ultimately grateful if you went and click my archive :P).

Our mid-year holidays are almost over. I feel slightly melancholy. Honestly? I haven't done anything fruitful. Well, if you don't count my books. I love my books. I've bought 3 over the holidays. And I've finished reading two (the other one is a non fiction book). And I feel awesome :P. But besides my books, I honestly haven't done anything. I've done like, one, mathematics exercise. And I've read like, two, chinese essays.

I'm a failure. 

But one the bright side, I've found a new obsession! They are:

• Gypsies
• Dreamcatchers 
• Headbands

Well, any person who stalks me or sees me regularly would know that my love for headbands is legit. How many profile pictures do I have with headbands? :) Don't ask me to explain why I like it so much. I really don't know. Maybe its because of the rustic feel of it. Or maybe because it brings me back to the past? Or maybe because I'm trying to be different from everyone else? I don't know.

I don't know where to get these flower headbands. I would like to make one myself :)

And gathered from the fact that my blog skin is littered with dreamcatchers, you would know that I'm obsessed with it. Why, you ask?

Well, there was a period during exam that my parents informed me that I was going to become a dentist. Yes, they informed me. Not suggest, not ask, but informed. And I was shocked. Utterly shocked. I had told them before, I wanted to take up Psychology. I find this field extremely fascinating. Plus, it would be great for writing. I would be able to plot and build characters more easily. But naturally, they think: 'If you study Psychology, you would immediately become a Psychologist! No, no. Psychologists go crazy listening to their patient's problems! They face crazy people everyday! Sooner or later, you'll become crazy too!' Please. I never intended on becoming a doctor. The name itself sounds so dull. I understand doctors are filthy rich, but no. I'm not interested.

Ok, fine. I'll ditch Psychology. I'll take Journalism instead. Because I like writing. And I get to travel the world. But no. Journalism is bad. There's not future for Journalists in Malaysia. My dad works in a newspaper agency. Mum said I'll end up like him. I think: That's not so bad. But Mum  says in other countries, someone with my Dad's post (Executive Editor) will get paid in millions. But my Dad still gets paid in peanuts. So Journalism is out. 


Why Dentistry? Because I'm kind and friendly. Because I'm not a complete idiot. Because a dentist doesn't need to go on-call. Because a dentist still has time to go do what they want.

Seriously? Do you people think my only passion is singing? I like singing. But I'm no good. Its not like I have the potential to be a singer or anything. I know I don't. My true passion is writing. I was so happy when the poem I wrote for Teacher's Day got to go in the school magazine because it felt like the teachers gave me affirmation for my work. Even though its just a silly poem. And after that, for days, inspiration came pouring in for more poems. I didn't write it down, though. I had to study for exams.

You see? I wanna be a writer. I wanna have a job that I can write all day long. But of course, I know that's gonna be hard. I know I need to get a paying job first because I'm not that talented in writing. But still. I don't wanna be a stupid dentist! Looking into people's mouth all day long and poking their teeth with a stick. Gross.

You never read my things. The things I write. I show you. You read, but I can sense your mind is trained on the television. I feel so crushed every time you read my things for less than a minute. When I ask you what I wrote about, you answer me vaguely and impatiently. I'm crushed. I really am.

I may seem childish and immature for neglecting this field, but its true, I'm a child. And I don't really care. And I freaking don't want to be a dentist.

Okay, next obsession. Gypsies. Gypsy. Romi. Roma. Romanians. Whichever it is. They are the same. I prefer to use Gypsy, Although I understand that it may be insulting to some of them. But I honestly like the dreamy name. I am truly fascinated by their lifestyle.

They are nomads. They don't stay in one place. And their folklore fascinates me. They seem to have religion, like Christians, because they have God and priests but I'm not absolutely sure.

Heck, I haven't done intimate research yet. Sorry. But I have found lots of pictures on Tumblr. I have reasons to believe some aren't authentic gypsy culture, but still, these inspire.

This is authentic. 

Inspired by their music

Inspired by their dance. 

Inspired by their tarot readings (though I don't believe)

Their palm readings too. 

Their free-spirited lifestyle too. Even though this picture is probably staged. 

This inspires me too. 

Um well, I guess that's it. Oh damn. I just realized I put lots of photos here. Oh well. Maybe some will inspire you.

I'm seriously working on a new story. But I seriously need research to breakdown the stereotypical concept that Gypsies are dirty, filthy, thieves with no homes. :) Wish me Luck. 


I'm happy that I finally let some steam out.

I love that song.

Peace out (Y)

Gypsified Angel