To get a tattoo.
To see The Taj Mahal with my own eyes.
To see The Pyramids with my own eyes.
To get published in the newspaper.
To sing on stage by myself without the help of karaoke. (Apparently I sounded like a goat so I want to try again soon.)
To get my navel pierced.
To have a threesome.
To be happy.
To love and be loved.
To write and publish my own book.
To own a guitar and learn to play it. (could perhaps extend to the ukulele as well.)
To master a decent number of songs on the piano and learn to read notes again.
To have a baby with Gojira and also possibly adopt.
To one day visit Italy, Thailand, Brazil, Amsterdam, Portugal, Bangkok, Jamaica, Puerto Rico and Hawaii with my Gojira.
To find out my ancestry and what percentage my genetics are made up of.
To kiss Gojira in front of the Bellagio Fountains and take him to see a Cirque du Soleil show in Las Vegas.
To get my nose pierced.
To go to a Tool concert and maybe even backstage to meet the band up close and personal.
To own artwork of Alex Grey, Cam de Leon and Peter Westermann to hang on the walls of my home.
To cook Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner from scratch all by myself.
To have an exhibition of my paintings and drawings up for display in an art gallery.
To be baptized and become a Catholic.
To read all of my favorite children’s books to my children one day. (I think I will do a post of my compilation soon.)
To own a blue nosed Pitbull.
To get married in Goa in the same church where Gojira’s grandfather got married.
To take Gojira to my hometown and show him where I grew up and my favorite haunts as a child.
To give my children a better life than what I had. (Even if you had an amazing life, isn’t a parent’s job to give their children something even better?)
To be a sexy momma ;)
To prove to the world that marriage and parenthood doesn’t end your happiness and ability to exercise your freedom. (Sure it might require to make certain lifestyle adjustments but it doesn’t mean the fun ends!)