América Latina

(Source: www.postsecret.com)

Funny how I want to be heading in the opposite direction (supposing this secret is from somewhere on the American continents). Although I haven't given up on life. I've only decided I should live it the way I want to. Or rather, should not live it the way I do not want to. I know better what I don't want than what I do want. There's a drive somewhere within that makes me curious as to see how life goes on the other end of the ocean. I do not expect to be running away from my life or all the questions and doubt that lie within me, unanswered. They will follow me wherever I go. I do not expect to just find the answers I'm looking for. I simply need to compare things in order to know whether I want them or not. If I don't like it, I might as well move on to the next continent. Or come back. Call me idealistic. Unrealistic. I might as well be, I'm a dreamer, but I need to figure things out somehow (if it takes me a lifetime). Go and see them for myself feels like the only way.

I have no idea what my life will be like in 5 years, or even tomorrow. I only know this: I want to finish university and then see Latin America, and the rest of the world if possible. If I find a place to call home or do something I love somewhere along the way, fine. If I end up going there and back again, that is fine too. I'll figure out what doesn't work for me as I go.

[.: To live is to fly, low & high, so shake the dust off of your wings and the sleep out of your eyes :.]

Ps. Check the song.

The noise is heaven

You know, every time I think I've calmed down and moved on to other kinds of music, along comes, if not some grunge revival, this dark, brooding metal band. They're called Skid Row and they're well over their "best before" date (by which I mean I've only listened to the Sebastian Bach albums), another prerequisite for me to like bands it seems. That being said, I guess it is true that I like pop music as well. I have my occasional days I cannot bear to hear anything heavier than, say, Bon Iver. I cannot deny my so-called roots though. My ears start to bleed just as I'm convinced I need no more metal/grunge distortions. Ah, I hear those whispers. Hair and glam! Well, Bon Jovi is the first "rock" band I was really into, I liked Twister Sister for a while, I love me some Aerosmith, and I've always fancied the Guns 'n' Roses lads, until they officially became the Axl Show. I'll admit I'm a sucker for big, long hair (and the occasional bandanna. Only very occasional though, around the wrist preferably). I'm in such a forgiving mood I can even bear all the spandex and leather going on there. It's probably safe to say that if I were born 10 to 20 years earlier, I'd be the glam metal groupie kinda chick. And then I'd move right on to grunge, oh yeah. Shamelessly, at that.

And now I can safely go back hiding and listening to my Walkman all night. 80's Alice Cooper, Bon Jovi and Aerosmith and Skid Row and all those other 80's hair bands. And head bang shamelessly without the long hair. The noise, people, the noise. It is heaven.

[.: You're poison runnin' through my veins :.]

On a completely random note, I think I know what I'll probably show up in next Halloween. Yes, I'm aware that it's only January. It leaves me 10 months to fine tune the idea... *grin*