ღ Maltese/Aussie & a French last name.
ღ Keep it simple, or complicated. No halfway.
ღ Clay work, and sketching and painting ~
ღ Interior Designing- part of my creative flair
ღ Photography, I love the earth ♥
ღ Camping: In a tent. Screw wet weather.
ღ Cooking- I heart cinnamon & vanilla
ღ Chinese food or KFC ? Seafood-retchable
ღ Travel the world; laugh all you like. [If you have to dream, might aswell dream big]
stories.
i'm Cat by the way
I love writing stories, and reading as many books as possible.
I hang with lots of Asian friends at an all girl school. Fun being the only person with light brown hair and weird hazel eyes.
I am average height, but, being around my friends, I'm tall. Hopefully they'll grow.
I've had a life long dream to learn karate that I'll probably never do, and I have a over topped desire to one day,
when I'm old and have crooked fingers and frown lines, to see a book with my name on it,
to be lying in a dusty corner bookshop. I love reading, and can only hope my writing is half as good as the beautifully inspiring books I've read.
Don't stalk my archives.
I hate them. Especially when it feels like someones putting your head in one of those carpenter/wood work thingies that just press piece of wood together, and it winds up and you keep winding and your head ends up squished like a banana peel.
Ok, whatever, it was a really bad head ache. Except for some reason, when it was gone, I felt really high. I just kept talking and talking and exhausting my mum, annoying my sister except it was pretty funny. I was like covering and skimming through hundreds of topics in one afternoon.
Like they were on fire.
Yes, I'm admitting, I'm still a little high. I have no idea why. When I got home, I was jumping up and down, firing off stuff and my opinions, (which by the way, were weirdly interesting.) and I figured i need an ATAR of 87. something to be a Speech Therapist. Psychologist. Whatever......
The point is, I could have this wonderful job, helping people, talking, something that I'm good at, (.....) earning whatever amount im earning, with a perfect lifestyle and relaxed career.
Or, I could go on the risky journey of becoming a writer/journalist and may or may not publish my stories, may or may not get a good pay, may or may not get the life I want, but I'll be doing what I have been dreaming about ever since, I think birth could be an acceptable answer.
I don't think that's a point somehow...
Meh.
Anyway. We had the Stepping Stones to the Future program on today, dressed up in 'formal business attire' and that's why I'm going on about my career and job. As to why I'm crazy and I talk too much? I dunno.
:)
Ok, so last Ice-skating, there's a girl at my school who looks like me, and goes as well. Apparently we look really really alike. I don't think so. Everyone else does. Yea ok, the point. She had a BF and the two of them were sitting down at the ice rink, doing lovey dovey sweet talk which makes me want to retch thinking about it. Right, so my friends and I were talking and heading outside cos it was pretty much time to go, and I look over, see the dude staring at me. I look away, look back, and he's still staring at me.
I went outside, with a really confused expression till the light bulb clicked on and I cracked up laughing for no absolute reason my friends knew of.
He probably thought I was the twin sister she never told him about...lol ;)
Ok, yes, I will try and remember to blog at least three times per week.
Night :)
