Dream on August 31

We (though I'm not really sure who we  are) were going out of the country. First we took a bus to the MRT station, where we were supposed to take another bus to, I'm presuming the airport, but we said it was tiring to take a bus. So we stopped next to a Jollibee, where there were street vendors selling lansones or some kind of fruit. I remember saying good bye to my mom and my grandmother, apparently, they were not going with us. We decided to take a taxi instead, so my mom gave us 550 pesos, though I'm pretty sure taxi doesn't cause nearly that much. Anyway, we got on the taxi, there was a kid with us, around 3-4 years old, I remember she was a morena. I saw that the  taxi door wouldn't close properly, so I told the kid to not sit next to the door, so we switched places, and I tried to close the door, but it was stuck, so we were riding along in the taxi, with the door not properly closed. Then the driver said that something might have been stuck, so I started removing stuff that were on the door (yeah, on the door) like the shade thing that you put on windows, and then finally the window itself. And what do you know, the door closed, except, there was no window. Weird… I know. I think I even tossed the things I removed out the window. And there was a point where the kid became mestiza so we got worried, because she might have choked on something which is why she was so pale. So I was cooing her, and finally she returned to her normal skin color. Oh and apparently, we already got to the other country by riding a taxi. I remember there was this scene, where we were in the hotel pool, there was 5 of us now, and apparently we were all siblings from different mothers though, and my name is Lisa, and I was raised by this other girl's mother, which is why I was close with the other girl. We were talking about it in the communal shower. So anyway, we were in the pool, and the kid was in this floater boat thing, and there was water in the boat. She was not dressed in a swimsuit because she found it cold, so there she was in a little jean jacket and jeans, but they were all wet anyway, so don't really see the point. And all five of us were holding onto the side of her little floater boat. And we were twirling around. Another scene is set in this greenhouse type place, similar to a place I went to once in Taiwan, I think it was in a zoo, it was also similar to this place in Travelogue 360 Paris. Anyway, apparently I have a little brother. We were eating. And then I went to get some of the food I brought with me, which my mom made, she made three kinds of supposedly Taiwanese delicacies, there was a roll cake, and some crunchy bread stick things,  I forgot the other one. I went to get the food one at a time. I shared the cake with my sister, and then I went to get the second type of food, and shared it with them. Then I went to get the third type of food, which is the bread stick like things, actually they're more like you tiao but crunchier. And I went to a canteen to buy Tostillas, but then I found out I didn't have my money with me, nor my ID, so I can't go back into the greenhouse type place. But then I found another entrance, so I sneaked through there. When I got back all the bread stick like things were gone, except for one, which my little brother has in a ziploc bag. I was going to get it from him, but then he took a big bite out of it, and smirked. The next scene is still in the greenhouse type place, but this time, an audition is being held for RushTV. And Paul was there, and he was telling me that Rico is also part of Ken, Jet and Red's segment. But I was him that no, he isn't. Then we argued a bit, before I realized that he is part of that segment, he is the one who will be sharing the chismis. Paul and I were playing with our food, which is different types of mahu (pork floss) in plastic pill boxes, the type with many different compartments, each with its own lid type. We were trading different types of mahu with each other. Anyway, Tin suddenly appeared and she was telling some chismis to Rico, because she want it to be heard on the show. Anyway, then Rico was auditioning for another part, the part of the takas queen's gay best friend, but he was really stiff. So I was telling someone that the actor we already chose for the part was better. Another scene is one that I just suddenly remembered. We were going to have some kind of birthday dinner. The rest of it is kind of vague. If I remember more of it, I'll probably type it then.     

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Birthday and things of the future

I am excited for it.

 I'll be turning 20. 20!

And it is only during my birthday that my crush remembers my existence. >.<

I am probably the least Zen person among my friends. Because I get so excited for the future, I'd dream up different scenarios already. I have been this way since I was small, I am always making plans for the future, and imagining things in my head. I am so excited, that just for my birthdya, but also for graduation, which is actually a year from now. But I already can't wait for it. I keep my course's flowchart, and I'd make a big mark on the subjects that I'd finished taking, and I get so excited counting down the semesters I have left.

I wonder what would happen to me once I'm 20?

Or in the future in general, actually.

Dream of Faeries

Early this morning, I had a dream of faeries, not the pretty pixie-ish ones, but the evil ones, actually, they look like worms with butterfly wings, and they had slimy tongues.

There was also an enchanted forest filled with mirrors, the type you can walk into and it is cracked. So when you look at it, it is like a kaleidescope.

My version of a nightmare…

I was mixing powdered milk with water in a plastic bag, and since there were too few powdered milk, it became murky water with bits of powder still floating around. It was disgusting. I then, sort of shaked the plastic bag to make the milk mix together properly but it just formed bubbles and spilled all over the place.

By the way, I have a strong aversion to milk. I'm not lactose intolerant though. I think it's been more than five years since I last drank milk.

For me, it was a nightmare.

I was so disgusted. 

Rane’s Rockstar dream

Rane had this dream where all five (Rane, Bea, Gina, MG and I) of us were jamming.

Gina is the drummer. I can really imagine Gina as a drummer, since she really wants to be one.

MG is a My-Chemical-Romance- organ-playing keyboardist. With the dramatic head bangs and everything. That is a bit hard to imagine.

Bea and Rane are guitarists. Bea was smiling all through out, which is typical Bea.

And I'm an emo bassists. Which is a bit hard to imagine as well.

The story behind DeadPoetz

Yes, that is the address of this blog. It is also my username in most of my Internet accounts, aside from Multiply.

But why DeadPoetz?

It came a from the name of my crush, it came from "Dead Poet's Society", it came from my fancying myself a poet.

Poet is from the name of my crush. It's his nickname scrambled. It's pretty easy to guess who he is now, huh? I used to just call myself Poet. I sort of started writing poems a little while after. Though of course, that isn't really the reason why I started writing. And after a while, I don't know, I don't like him anymore, since there were times when we don't talk to each other anymore. So I added Dead to Poet and added a Z, since that was sort of the thing then, adding z, lol. So it became DeadPoetz.

Then there's "Dead Poet's Society", I never really watched the movie before, but the title was quite intriguing. In a "book" I "published" for my friend, Regine, I wrote "Published by Dead Poet's Society", because it was cute. And there it is.

It's funny, there is actually a rap duo named DeadPoetz. One of the reasons I don't have a MySpace, but if you happen to check DeadPoetz in MySpace, there is someone with that account, which is the members of DeadPoetz, the rap band. I think it was last year, I got an email, from DeadPoetz, the rap band, actually, it was quite interesting. He asked why I happen to use the same name as his band for my site, and I told him that I never heard of his band, actually, I came up with DeadPoetz for another reason. We were pretty cool about sharing the same name. And he even complimented on my works. I didn't really tell them the reason behind my DeadPoetz though, because it was well, kind of childish.

Oh, about my crush. I still have a crush on him. Pathetic, huh? And I still no longer talk to him.

Updates on Dreams

Have quite a few dreams some fragments here, some fragments there.

Yesterday I dreamt that I was walking to DLSU, which is in reality very far from my house, about an hour's commute away. When I got to DLSU, I saw my neighbor, Nikki, she asked me if it was faster to go to DLSU by walking than riding a car, and I said yes, because there is a short cut. And then I pointed out the shortcut to her, I pointed the road down EGI Taft tower, and just walk straight and you'd get to our house. Apparently it goes through a water park too. And then, we were discussing on how not many people go to water parks anymore, as we pass through it. Then, when we got home, we tried to ride a car to DLSU. In my dream, it was slower because of the traffic. And since the car's not moving at all, my driver and I got out of the car and bought some fishballs. Then, that's the end of my dream.

Weird, I know.

 I had another dream some time ago, where I was in a meeting of Malate Literary Folio, one of my orgs, which I am not very active in. In my dream, Valu, my editor, wrote on the board the code names of the secret poetry buddies, she wrote Purple Little Girl too, but beneath it she wrote my name. But we were not supposed to let other people know our code names. (Not that I am part of that activity, because for some weird reason, Purple Little Girl does not have a poetry buddy). Then, she was telling the others about what a irresponsible member I am, then she was passing around a copy of my report card, and the rest of the members are looking at it. Some were saying how low my grades were (I think, or maybe I injected that, because my grades are really not much to be proud of), and others was saying how good my grades are, which made me sort of, satisfied with myself. Even though perhaps one of the reasons why I am inactive is because I sort of prioritize my studies more. And that's basically it.

I don't have anything against Valu in reality, but I am ashamed that I have been very inactvie in Malate Literary Folio.

I also dreamt about RushTv once. We have a contest/ shooting for RushTV, there were other schools who were also there. Though I don't remember the details. All I remember now is that it was fun.

I still have other dreams, but there are mostly fragments that I can no longer retrieve from the depths of my memories. (How melodramatic! ))