when i was young, i believed in fairytales, prince charming on his white steed, ball gowns and glass slippers, Neverland and pixy dust... I lived with these fantasies as i grew up in a world contrasting to these so-called grandmother's tales... hearts could be broken, no love at first sights, no ball gowns but an old pair of jeans, no glass slippers but a vintage pair of chucks, no grand palaces but a warm, cozy home... and no happily-ever-afters. i got used to it. then again a part of me still believes in the magic of fairytales for they somehow take me to a place where dreams come true. i realize that in order to take these dreams to reality, i have to live, explore and accept reality itself. grow up. be free. I'M PETER PAN NO MORE.