Strangely enough, this is probably the first post about me that’s come up.. since.. I’ve started this thing. Which is strange, I suppose.

And the question that everybody’s been asked at least some point in your life. Where do you want to be in 10 years time? Where do you see yourself in 10 years time?

Where do I see myself? I see me being 25. I’d like to think realisticly about this.

I see me (most likely) graduating from university, and travelling the world a little (Far East definately, China, Japan, maybe Russia), speaking definately more than 1 more language (Mandarin Chinese, Japanese, possible Cantonese or Hakka (Both Chinese), maybe Russian, or I could go with Arabic), and just being me and, hopefully, happy. Settling down? Girlfriend? C’est la vie, I’ll see what happens.

And then there’s the unrealistic: I want to be famous, an actor. Funny thing that. I still have a memory about acting when I was young. I did all the school plays, got a leading role in one of them as well, but the memory is probably a lot larger than a school play. I don’t even think my parents remember this, nor do I have any idea why I’m still talking about this, or even bringing it up in the first place.

I was about 8. I was taken out of school especially for this, which is an unusual thing for me, especially me, considering the fact that I can’t get a day off for the life of me. My dad drove me down to a hall, quite futhur than I remember. Nothing. I wasn’t told what I was there for, or what I’d be doing. I was sent into the hall wished the best, all I knew was that it was an audition as an extra (so one of many children) for “The King and I” – never given any full details, though I did guess it was a rather large play. West End? Not sure, but doubt it. A room full of children, youngest couldn’t have been more than 6 or 7, and the eldest not more than 16. There was a piano in the room with 1 person behind it, and another man giving out instructions. We were to stand in order of height, and therefore, roughly getting our ages in order as well. We had to sing Happy Birthday to a “Charlotte” (the girl at the end-ish of the line, second tallest). They worked their way down the line. And then it came to the selection. They cropped both ends, taking the tallest and the shortest few. The middle section were sent home, including me. My big break? Yeah right. Probably wouldn’t have got anywhere after that.

But I move off topic completely. Well, kinda. Maybe. Ok, so it’s not off topic, but I’m changing anyway.

If you’re the observant type of person, I’ve never said I’d like to be happy anywhere. Out of character for me? Yep. Why? Well, if you were offered the chance to fufill some of your major dreams, despite the fact you know you would be unhappy for x amount of time (and I meant a long time, a good few years and then some), would you say no? Even with the fact that you can fufill your major dreams? It’d at least make me ponder on it for a while. Though chances are, I’d still probably say yes. That might sound stupid, but people would fufill their wildest dreams at any cost, maybe not their life, because they can’t fufill something when they’re dead, but probably close to that.

So where does that leave me, well, the only thing I’ve got my heart (and rest of my body hopefully) set on is travelling the world (China, Japan first) and definately speaking another language.