Finding my dream island
I am a spoiled brat of life. Ha! It’s like everything is just spoonfeed to me. Perhaps I just want the simpliest things in life, like my own island. Hahahahaha! It is simple. What is simplier than living in an island naked, right? It doesn’t matter if I could share it with someone or not. I will always have the sea to spend the most wonderful time with. Such moments never go dull.
I daresay, I have found my island. It’s not really an island but a coastal place. I have not been there yet, but by heart I know it is where I am going in the future, where I am going to settle down. Well, it’s my mom’s hometown. It’s really an island, but I think I want to be on the shoreline across it. Much prettier beaches as my aunt recounted. I have never been there. But the stoke just took over me, I know… I just know. Like the song goes, “… take me back to da kine.”
I want a beachfront, a moor, a farm, a forest… all in all. I’ve told you, I only want a simple life. There should be little shacks spread all over with huge farmhouse sinks, of course aside from the main house or hut. *sigh* I am not a future person but I am going to have my own island regardless.
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