My first desire to collect snow globes surfaced about 3 years ago. I was obsessed with Star Wars when I was working. So I could go to the toy stores to look at Star Wars figurines or lightsabre replicas. This day, I saw a Cinderella snow globe, and it was stunning. From then on, I was hooked on snow globes.I love to shake them and watch the glitters settle. Somehow that moment is mesmerizing.

So far, I have 11 globes, and it is all thanks to those who know about my "hobby". Here are couple of my favorites:

This is my first globe, and it is from ST. She knew that I wanted to start a collection and got me one during my birthday. It is also nostalgic as it reminds me of our days in poly.

This is really pretty. The boy and girl can turn, and there is music. It must be expensive. However, it is the picture it paints in my mind that attracts me. When I watch the the figurines spin, I start to see myself staying in a farm, laying on the grass reading a nice book and surrounds by the comfortabing mother nature.

Now I am thinking, "If things could freeze and I could preserve them in globes, wouldn't life be peaceful?" These changing circumstances and emotions are making me tired. Sometimes, I really don't feel like caring anymore. I know if I stop to care, it means an end. How important is it to me now?