Some post that lacks a title

My secret desire is to spend my afternoons and nights in the library pouring through books with interesting titles, such as Surrealism, or reading stuff I don't even think about: The History of Glass Making. I always tell myself I would get down to borrowing cool stuff one day when I'm free and not writing a paper but I guess when I'm not writing a paper,it always seems that there are a lot of other stuff crying for my attention.

I wonder if life would be easier if I lived in a kampung climbing trees, killing chickens and having less choices in life: no MSN to commit to, no faithful checking of Facebook, small circle of friends I would risk my life for, a wholesome boy from across the street to marry because he would sweep me off my feet on his bicycle, stars to gaze at every night....No decisions to be made simply because there is no choice or easy deicions to make for the lack of choice. Then again, that is impossible because I would come to miss the lifestyle of a multitude of choices eventually, having been exposed to it.

Sigh. There is something adventurous and even romantic in this stage of life-- at the threshold of leaving school and pursuing passions or being a cog in the machine.