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Friday, November 06, 2009

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 03:28:39 GMT

dear life.

....oh wait i have nothing to say lol.

eh,
yssa.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 02:21:44 GMT

too hot. too hot. I'm foaming at the mouth.

Friday, October 02, 2009

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 20:31:45 GMT

i usually cry after watching/reading something that i really like.
not because i'm sad, but because i'm happy. when i find/finish something i really like, i get so happy that i cry.

i finished reading memoirs of a teenage amnesiac (in a record of ....three hours? go me). and i just put it down, thinking mixed feelings.

i go on facebook on my mom's computer. Jarvis has all my log-in stuff, and facebook is the only site that i actually feel like trying. then, i spontaneously decide to go on my sister's blogspot. (does she know i read her blogs? not sure. but i'm admitting it right now.)

and she says something. "people are so concerned with their fairy tale endings that they don't even know how it's supposed to begin." and i'm singing brown eyed blues.

and then i spontaneously bust into tears mid-chorus.

(typing this all out and reading it had me bursting into laughter at the moment. loling, ftw.)

i don't know if it hit me that i read a good book. i don't know if it was what my sister said. i just don't know why i have such late reactions!

but yeah. i just...wanted to record that somewhere. haha. probably post it up as my new deviantart blog. because the current one about jaebeom is pretty sad.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Sat, 26 Sep 2009 12:14:21 GMT

weird dream time.

a group of friends and i, plus uncle john, were passing by this huge warehouse. and when i say huge, i mean gargantuan. when we look inside, it's like a mini-town...a mini-mall of sorts inside a warehouse. there wasn't a roof, and it was just super tall. uncle john said that he lets tommy (cousin) inside once in a while, but he doesn't like the way it looks.

i agree.

we go inside anyway, for the hell of it. but before that, i remember reading about...a group of seven people. "survivors" of some kind of hell.

instead of the front door, i think we go down through these stairs. we enter the town, and there's actually people inside the stores. storeowners only and such. we go inside one because i see mr. laird, haha. we're just looking around, and then we go out to look at other stores. suddenly, there's...more kids. with parents. (uncle john has mysteriously disappeared somewhere.) we go inside this huge black building that's dim like an arcade room, and there are these basketball hoops that the guys are playing with. i back off because i don't like basketball, but the rest of my group jumps at it. there's another guy i spot at the side who's reluctant, too. he looked shy, an introvert.

i leave my group and explore for myself. meanwhile, the town is getting filled with more people. i try to see if there are any other games, but the closest one was another basketball game and i get upset. i go back to the black building, and the number of people playing has increased tenfold. in fact, even the basketball game changed. i don't even think i recognized my own group anymore.
the same kid was there though.
i made friends with him, told him we should hang out together. so we wander around, looking at stuff.

the next thing i remember, we decide to head deeper in the town. at this point, i remember something disturbing me about some people..their eyes were glowing an eerie blue? or was it red? in any case, we're going over multiple levels of abandoned buildings, using piles of whatever-wasn't-dirty to hoist ourselves on the rooftops. he's ahead of me when i look to the side and find a giant clock tower.

i dont know what time it read, but i turned to him and said the town was about to close. theme park. town.
he looks at the clock tower, and all of a sudden, the clock face opens up, revealing a giant shining blue gem. an old man, presumably the owner of the townthemepark, comes out of no where, only a few buildings in front of us, and starts speaking.

i only glanced at the gem and i knew it was something bad, so i looked away to find my friend staring at it like he was hypnotized. i was yelling at him not to look at it, but then he turned to me, his eyes the same eerie blue, and said something.

i ran away.

i try to thread my way through the crowd, who by now all have the same blue glowing eyes. miraculously, i find the exit and i make my way up the staircase. beside the staircase was like a small fence made of mats, of sort, but it only had two sides--one side facing the stairs and another connected to it facing the front.

another boy, someone familiar to me i believe he is a ye16 graduate, came out and leaned against the mats, panting. by now, i'm crouching in my seat trying to catch my breath. i look beneath the mats and find a van and a small group of people in yellow and white clothing.

someone from my group before is being held hostage.

i hear a voice from the stairs, speaking like someone is blocking him from exiting. he goes, "so we have to wait seven years to be considered survivors?"

then i realized that the survivors i was reading about escaped the townthemepark.

next scene, i was at some sort of jail where the jailers and guards use the power of God to "brainwash" (for a lack of a better term) the prisoners. i think i was with my dad. we were watching a scene where a black man, his skin color only a light brown, was being bullied by these three people. two women, one man. there was something that made me confused about the man, and that was his chest. there were creases on it, but it looked firm yet wearied from lack of nutrients. i couldn't tell.

when the bullying started to turn into fighting, the guards simply took the three people's hands and positioned them to look like they were praising God at bld. it worked--they ignored the man and just started spontaneously praying.
that's when i asked my dad why the guy's chest was like that. i dont remember getting a clear response.

the same guy started walking with my dad as i followed him, and my dad opened the door to our room. there were two beds, white and pristine. dad said he could only get one room and i remember getting ready to tuck myself in.

scene change.

seven years later. it was a different girl, yet in my head, i said to myself she's a survivor, too. her and her older brother (older not by much) were going to a Pikachu convention. there was a pikachu on their shirts and the place was dressed in yellow.

i said she was a survivor, but she didn't know she was heading into the same trap. the old man hosted this convention, and she didn't know it.

her brother is complaining about the convention but then she takes his hand and starts to argue with him. he doesn't listen--he's too engrossed with the fact that they look like a couple. yes, he is incestuous. if he is a step-brother, i couldnt find out.

i woke up and slept again, and i had a new dream. i don't remember it as well as the other one, though. i just...remember a guy and a girl, and what they had to go through in their relationship because someone was trying to mess it up. and no, this isn't JUST a high school story--the guy was a prince of some sort, and the person trying to mess it up was a witch.
there was a part about the girl hiding in the next door neighbor's pool, and the guy and his family letting her.

and how the story always ended tragically, no matter how many times they tried to change it.

....yeah. i do enjoy typing down all the dreams i remember.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Fri, 25 Sep 2009 19:15:38 GMT

i lost my phone. sad.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 01:45:40 GMT

i believe watching Glee with my siblings is a lot better than watching it by myself.
Therefore...i think i'll only watch Glee with them.

otherwise, it was incredibly entertaining.
being me, my heart skipped a beat when kurt started to cry.
i mean...that tear was so small and fake. but omg i dont know why i just felt it. >_>

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

Tue, 08 Sep 2009 01:46:48 GMT

Amazing what a feel-good show can do to me. Even if it was only for an episode, I really like Glee. (: It makes me so happy.

we got a new toaster oven

Mon, 10 Aug 2009 14:21:52 GMT

me texting my brother ; it took me three waffles to toast one right.
my brother texting me ; i burnt two groups of four pandesal before i figured out the timer needed to tick.

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

Wed, 05 Aug 2009 06:50:57 GMT

figures the night i try to sleep early, i wake up too early.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Thu, 16 Jul 2009 06:57:43 GMT

AGH I Love Atashinchi no Danshi.
definitely makes my FAV DRAMAS OF ALL TIME list. along with...Stand Up! and GTO. yeah that sounds about right.

it definitely is unbelievable, but that's where i kind of got sucked in. it was just...really good. i think it's because i'm so big on family half the time that i really understood the message it was trying to portray.
the first episode really didn't leave me a good impression. luckily, a couple of months later, i decided to finish it. i'm really glad i did, before i left for sanfrancisco and left from the safe comforts of jarvis. u_u i'll miss you, my love.

maki comes back as her regular tough-girl-who-faces-tribulations and it's up to her to do something about this messed-up family! she has new love interests (the main one which i TOTALLY SUPPORT HOLY SHIT PLEASE), new trials to face, and a new lesson to learn that's a bit closer to home than her other famous dramas.

...lol yeah it's almost 4. i finished watching the series.

goodnight.