I can continue to dream, can't I?

I am sitting here, thinking about a nice, small plot of land, away from the city. There must be lots of trees, a river by the side with goats and horses drinking lazily from it. There also would be a large tree by a small house where I live because that would be where I spend the whole day reading books.

I don't know what it is to like about city life anymore. I used to fantasize about going to countries like Singapore, Hong Kong and New York and live the hard and fast life. I used to dream about being amongst the millions of people fighting for $$$ and make my way to the top.

But I no longer want that. $$$ is just that....$$$. You can't take the $$$ with you when you die. It's just something people fight for and whilst I continue to like a bit of a challenge, I don't think it's priority anymore. If I have the $$$, fine. If I don't have it, it's also fine.

I know all my post are a little 'off' for a personality like me but I am going through a phase, so please continue to love me for who I am or have become.

That piece of land and small house I mentioned earlier? Yeah...that's what I would like to have one day when I am old and wrinkly. I will spend my hours writing novels, churning out stories to entertain people.

Oh, there's one criteria, though. I have to have Facebook there. Internet access is a must. :-)

Sigh...no, I am not going mental. I think I am growing old, instead. Damn, I'm boring. *flash toothless grin*

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