finding passion.

Isn't it a shame to throw confetti to a cheater? Lately I've been having a dream where in the situation a cheater gets to be thrown up to the sky and enjoy the confetti glam. I thought it wouldn't come true in real life. Well, let's just see how long it can last before everybody finds out (our has them found out but they pretended).

I'm thinking of flying to Aus, or US, or Europe this coming December to take a short course of classical piano performance. Fuck internship. Fuck advertising. As days pass by the more I realize that that is not what I've wanted. I've been asking around to Aust Inst of Music in Sydney but it doesn't provide any for the year end this year. Hmmmm.