you? me? maybe.

A friend just dropped me an invite. For her to do a tarot reading for me. Interesting. It brought a smile to my face...

Do people remember what they aspired to be when they were young? An extremely distant recollection unexpectedly crawled into my mind. Yes. I'm hardly anywhere near what I'd dreamed of. I used to write. Tons of poetry. Sonnets, Haikus, random thoughts. Loads of articles. Even distributed copies of a self-invented amateur-ish "magazine". :) Which, I believe still lies slightly hidden in Penguin's memory. Art, too. It's probably not easy to imagine but I did win a contest before when I was a tiny one for colouring and creating an interesting X'mas art piece. I have to say though, my art talent is nowhere near what my petite soeur possesses. I'm beginning to recognise that it runs in the family. I can recall Paul doing a wonderful sketch of a lady's finger for me once, he's another talented one. Hopefully, there will be time for me to make a trip down to the art place at Bras Basah one day and pick up a few art items, and do a bit of a mood paint? :) Come to think of it, I'm now reminded of my 2 books on Picasso and Renoir which I've yet to start...Am I being a tad ambitious now?