Liz: what are your dreams Jac?

I’d dream I’d be a dancer,
And mingle with the rock stars.
I wished I’d be an astronaut
And land on planet Mars

I remember fondly,
An atlas I once received
From then on- an Explorer!
Was the dream I conceived.

I dream to put my finger into
The San Andreas Fault.
Be like Anthony Bourdain,
And eat legendary food hot.

To sweat it out in a
Japanese hot spring
and to scale the
Great wall in City Beijing

I’m not quite sure what
My dreams are anymore
I’ve thought honestly about them
Till I’ve gone all sore

But I think God had
Other dreams for me
Right now, to ‘scale’ the
White walls of NCC.

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hi hi
it's so funny because i just checked my yahoo mail and i have 754 emails. mostly from grandma. mostly ppts with flowers and inspirations messages on them. i don't really like reading those..it's really.. well for the lack of better words phoney. haha! just like Holden in The Catcher in the Rye. I still don't quite get that book but for what it's worth it was pretty good in a sense that I didn't want to put it down. ho hum. And it wasn't like i had nothing else better to do. What can one one in the hospital anyway. Rhetorical question.