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                <title>I don't know you anymore.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 21:49:00 +0000</pubDate>
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                <title>Dream on Oct 29</title>
                <link>http://deadpoetz.i.ph/blogs/deadpoetz/?p=122</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 13:59:00 +0000</pubDate>
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                                <description><![CDATA[I had an interview today with HP, so naturally I dreamt about it.I dreamt that we were falling in line to get our letters from HP, everyone had one. But some are more special than others. I was not in the line yet, because -cliche- I was in my underwear...]]></description>
                <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had an interview today with HP, so naturally I dreamt about it.</p><p>I dreamt that we were falling in line to get our letters from HP, everyone had one. But some are more special than others. I was not in the line yet, because -cliche- I was in my underwear and I was struggling to get dressed.&nbsp;</p><p>My friends working in HP is in my dream too.</p><p>And then I was hanging out with a few friends when we lost track of time and I raced to get dressed and I couldn't find my pants -cliche again-.</p><p>And then we were in a beach house and there was a pirate island, where we get to dress up as pirates. We were with Camille and her mom.&nbsp; </p>]]></content:encoded>
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                <title>Dream on Oct 23</title>
                <link>http://deadpoetz.i.ph/blogs/deadpoetz/?p=118</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 23 Oct 2008 22:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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                                <description><![CDATA[I dreamt that I was going to our conference in Cebu. However, we were traveling through this patchy forestand there was even a river/ waterfall which my sisters and I swam through. And when we got there it is like a water park/ resort/ This is not the first time...]]></description>
                <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I dreamt that I was going to our conference in Cebu. However, we were traveling through this patchy forestand there was even a river/ waterfall which my sisters and I swam through. And when we got there it is like a water park/ resort/ This is not the first time I dreamt of that setting. I think I wasn't wearing shoes, which is why I was concious of stepping on weeds or sharp branches on the floor. It was a short cut that reaches the back door of the waterpark. Our cottage was next to Nikki's, but it is seperated by a river or something. The cottages are elevated and looks like the nipa huts that we stayed in in Mindoro.&nbsp; </p><p>We were picked up at the airport by my family and I was with some friends from school and we had a lot of luggage, but we managed to fit the luggage in the car. My little sister and I sat at the back with some of the luggage, while my friends and my sister sat in the middle. I don't really remember which friends were there. I think one of them is Matto.</p><p>I remember going into an elevator and I was fixing my sweater and when I looked up I saw Ms Nats, and we talked about our accomodations for the conference. She was rattling off names of profs that we will be with. But those names that she rattled off were names of Regine's friends, one of them is John Ma. There was another perosn in the elevator with us, it was a girl, but I don't remember who it was.</p><p>I was in a garage and I was matching up pieces of scrap metal, one red, one yellow and one blue. I&nbsp; don't really know what it's for.</p><p>I remember being in our bedroom and Liyan was there and we were trying to close the lights, but the light switches were the puzzle type, wherein there is a specific order for closing the lights. And we were saying that it was liek that too in Amie's house and there were many possibilities of the order, since there were three lights and three light switches and we don't have all night to figure it out.</p><p>The three pieces of scrap metal were like that too, there is a supposed order for it. At first, I was trying them uniformly and then this guy came in, my friend/ boyfriend supposedly and told me to just try anything. So we tried match it differently in any order. He said it was artistic or free flowing or something like that. We got the pieces of red scrap metal and placed them in the back of our car. I tried to fit the pieces in, 'coz some pieces were bigger.&nbsp;</p><p>Then my classmate from Rels class came in with her boyfriend who was an older guy, as in really older guy. She was pregnant. We looked at her and we followed them upstairs. We were talking about thwe conference, and then I remember that it was only a few minutes left till th conference and I haven't worked on my script/ presentation yet. I rushed to our room. My boy friend followed me. I then digged through our mini ref looking for a paperbag that contains my clothes and I couldn't find it. I found another paperbag in there but it contains my casual clothes. And my boyfriend was telling me that I was freaking out. And I asked him if he was prepared for his talk and he just laughed and held my hand and sort of hugged me.</p><p>We were in a conference room and I was looking through the venetian blinds of the window and I saw Nikki's cottage, we said that they couldn't see us from their cottage, unless they go to the farthest side of their balcony. We were in a meeting or something, but it seems like the location of our retreat.&nbsp;</p><p>We were sitting on top of a ledge and we saw JM and he was playing baseball with some friends from DLSU, except they were just chasing people around with a baseball mitt and hitting each other with the baseball and we were joking that we weren't taught baseball in DLSU.&nbsp;</p><p>I guess that's it. :D&nbsp; </p>]]></content:encoded>
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                <title>Dream on Oct 22</title>
                <link>http://deadpoetz.i.ph/blogs/deadpoetz/?p=116</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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                                <description><![CDATA[First there was Patrick in my dream, I think we were in class. We were looking at this huge illustrated book that's really fancy, and sort of magical, because some of the print moves. It was gold and all shiny. I got a small version of the book and was...]]></description>
                <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>First there was Patrick in my dream, I think we were in class. We were looking at this huge illustrated book that's really fancy, and sort of magical, because some of the print moves. It was gold and all shiny. I got a small version of the book and was looking at it with Patrick. There were other people there too, like this older guy, a magician sort of person who was showing us the book and telling us about the special effects of the book. I think the book was about Rizal or the Bible, don't really remember.</p><p>There was another part, where there was a dorm, and the girl from Camp Rock, the one with the laptop, was there. She had a big bag with her, but she said that that was not her luggage, it was just her book bag. Anyways, the people in the dorm were supposed to go home. Serena and Dan was there too. They took a bus back home, while the other girl was driven by her dad, who was rather strict. She was telling her dad, that she could've taken the bus too, since they arrived the same time as Serena and Dan anyway.&nbsp;</p><p>Then there was Gina, with a sparkly pink convertible, while Carlos with a dark blue convertible. She came to the house to pick me up, while Raney was in the window of the house and sort of jumped into the car. And we drove away. I was fumbling with the seat belt, because I was nervous about Gina's driving.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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                <title>Dream on Oct 20 2008</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 15:15:00 +0000</pubDate>
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                                <description><![CDATA[I was in an elevator in DLSU (but the building in my dream did not resemble the buidlings in DLSU), there was a girl who also went in the elevator, she was about to take her entrance exam. I wished her good luck and said that it was easy, except...]]></description>
                <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was in an elevator in DLSU (but the building in my dream did not resemble the buidlings in DLSU), there was a girl who also went in the elevator, she was about to take her entrance exam. I wished her good luck and said that it was easy, except for a math part. When I got off the elevator, I saw students in the classroom through a glass, and they were all about to take their exam. I was outside and I was feeling giddy, 'coz it's my last night of school, but no one else was excited with me, 'coz it wasn't their last day.</p><p>Another dream I had the other day, I went to see my Tshirt for the ARTWORK competition, and they had my design digitized. So to fulfill that dream, I will digitze my design right now and submit it to DesignByHumans and hope it get accepted.&nbsp;                               </p>]]></content:encoded>
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                <title>Dreams for the past few days</title>
                <link>http://deadpoetz.i.ph/blogs/deadpoetz/?p=112</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 21:20:00 +0000</pubDate>
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                                <description><![CDATA[There was one about a genie bottle which Gina, another girl and I saw in the thesis room and we were given 10 wishes. Each of us made 2 wishes and there were still a few wishes left so we gave them to Gina.There was one about cosplaying. I was...]]></description>
                <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There was one about a genie bottle which Gina, another girl and I saw in the thesis room and we were given 10 wishes. Each of us made 2 wishes and there were still a few wishes left so we gave them to Gina.</p><p>There was one about cosplaying. I was in a greenhouse and then this boy with his friend came in looking for me. We then went to this cosplay convention wherein everyone was dressed as lolis even the guys. Us girls were crushing on this older guy. Our other friend came along too. And then there was someone who wants to take our pictures. We had a group shot and then the they suggested that I take a picture with my friend, who unbeknownest to me, had a crush on me, I hugged him around his neck. The flash in the camera was so bright that I can't kep my eyes open. I thought my friend was gay. I had a crush on my other friend, even though he doesn't look like <i>him</i> in my dream, I feel as if it's <i>him</i>. </p><p>There was one with this guy flying in the sky like Hancock and this other guy, his boss, kept on telling him to buy coffee for him, and that he want strong coffee, when the guy was trying hard to maintain his balance. Anyway, he flew out of the building, actually through the glass and then he hovered a bit outside before touching down again, actually he crashed and, the people around the building we're shocked. He then stood up and told everyone that he was okay, a guard that was his friend hugged him, while an old lady she doesn't know hugged him as well. He then went back into his office, and he apologized to his boss for not buying coffee. And then I appeared. He asked his boss, why he didn't ask me to buy coffee instead, his boss didn't answer. The office had this stairs and two bedrooms. We were outside discussing something when Mary and Jacob appeared in matching boxers. There were two guys in one of the bedrooms. We all chatted a bit.</p><p>There was another bit where I saw Kris and Eloi on the way to school (but it was Jubilee main) and I also saw Regine and we offered them a ride, but it was so traffic that they were already late so they decided to walk instead. I told Benedict to close the door when they got out. And then...</p><p>to be continued... </p>]]></content:encoded>
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                <title>Dreams are like sand...</title>
                <link>http://deadpoetz.i.ph/blogs/deadpoetz/?p=111</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 16:03:00 +0000</pubDate>
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                                <description><![CDATA[...they slip through your fingers. And there's no way for you to get them back once they slipped.]]></description>
                <content:encoded><![CDATA[...they slip through your fingers. And there's no way for you to get them back once they slipped.]]></content:encoded>
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                <title>Confusing dreams with reality</title>
                <link>http://deadpoetz.i.ph/blogs/deadpoetz/?p=110</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 02:50:00 +0000</pubDate>
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                                <description><![CDATA[Currently, I'm listening to Pachebel's Canon in D, it's my favorite piece. I am having a headache and I feel really irritated for no good reason. I realized something, I have been writing a story about a gir who confuses her dreams with reality, to the point that she though...]]></description>
                <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Currently, I'm listening to Pachebel's Canon in D, it's my favorite piece. I am having a headache and I feel really irritated for no good reason. </p><p>I realized something, I have been writing a story about a gir who confuses her dreams with reality, to the point that she though that she was married to someon who only exists in her dreams. Basically, her story is based on the dreams here in my dream journal, plus some of my own experiences, except she's 36 years old and she's been through more stuff than me. So sometimes, her story is what I might do in ten to sixteen years, and she is not a perfect person, she is just as crappy as I am. And there is a paticular character in her story that is based on my friend, and sometimes, because she is irritated at that character in that story, I, in turn, feels irritated at my friend too. So I think <i>I'm</i> the one who gets confused with her reality and mine. Or that whatever I wrote or invented in her story are actually things that I want to happen or want to do with my life, whether unconsiously or consciously.</p><p>They say that dreams tell us something abotu ourselves.I think it's true. They also say that dreams can sometimes predict the future, I think it can sometimes be true too. Bea says that she dreamt of her friends in St. Paul and DLSU, even before she went to these schools. It made her afraid to dream. I think that it is quite fascinating. It makes me more interested in dreams, in fact. However, there are also times that I get afraid too, because the dreams may not tell of something good.</p><p>The nights before the thesis defense I dreamt that one of my tooth fell out. In my dream, in a lucid state, I tried to put that tooth back, because I knew that it means failure and I didn't want to fail my thesis. but then my mom in my dream told me that it was hardly recognizable, but it made me really afraid. It also made me feel sory that I didn't wake up sooner.</p><p>I didn't fail my thesis defense. But we didn't finish our system for STPROF2. It's a good thing though that our professor is considerate.</p><p>I had a dream about my thesis mates. In my dream, we were supposed to demo our system, but they didn't want to, they had prior plans and they were leaving. But before they get to leave, our thesis adviser and our panels came in. We were in a restaurant and we ordered desert for all of us. We didn't demo our talk about our thesis, we just ate desert. After our panels finished theirs, they stood up and left. And I was telling my thesis mates that we should go chase them back and have them see our system. But they wouldn't. I stood up and went to the door of their faculty room and knocked and knocked, But it didn't open.</p><p>I'm not sure if this is a dream or it really happened. I was in the thesis room with my friends, and they want to say something, but couldn't because I was there, and then I said it for them: "it's about one of our friends isn't it?". We were wondering why we were friends with one of our friends and if we should continue being friends with him/her.&nbsp; </p><p>This is related to the character in my story. She didn't think that she wants to continue to be friends with one of her friends and she went AWOL on him. But she went AWOL in alot of her friends. This is based on one of my friends in real life. We don't really know how it happened, but we just went AWOL on each other.</p><p>I know that I may be a mean person but I'm still not the type who believes that I could be happy by being with someone who likes me. I may sound really pathetic, actually I am really pathetic, but I'm still waiting for a sign that the one that I like still remembers me or still wants to be friend with me. Unfortunately, we're still AWOL to each other.</p><p>I dreamt that there was this boy and he was being ordered by an evil witch to dismember a baby girl. He was holding the baby girl and baby girl looked at him and told him that it's okay. The evil witch told him to dismember the baby in girl in a number of parts and he considered biting off the parts of her fingers one by one.&nbsp;</p><p>I dreamt that Lara was with her cousin who she had a relationship with, she kissed him on the lips and told him that they were cousins. And she went with another guy. She then returned to her cousin to help him dress up for a party and paried him up with one of the two sisters who were her friends. They were outside the chapel in my elementary school. She helped button and tuck in her cousin's shirt. I remember admiring her cousin. And I remember liking guys in dress shirts. And I remember hugging her cousin and the feeling of his shirt on my cheeks. It feels strangely familiar. </p><p>I dreamt that there was a Halloween town. I was dressed in a black tshirt and pants and dress overlay. I carried a clear tote and I was with a friend, who went to find her boyfriend. We went to the bathroom and we heard a sound from my bag. We dug through my bag and found that the sound came form an old walkie talkie. We removed the battery of the walkie talkie but it kept on singing. It was singing a praise song, and we asked each other if it was telling us something. We ignored it. And I went to Halloween town, it had lots of decarations and stands. There were lights hanging in the trees. There was a part when I was looking through some old stuff that I had in the music room of my high school. There were other people there and they were all couples, and they taking their pictures and marking the spots where there seemed to be a vampire bite.&nbsp;</p><p>I was in a car with Raney, Regine and my sister. We were driving through Makati supposedly, but it looks different. There was a new mall by Robinson's. There was an underpass that had a tea shop next to it, and we were wondering how people would get to that tea shop. The tea shop sold sampaguita ice cream and that's where AJ had his icecream, where the food were expensive, while we, in my dream, had ours in Greenbelt. We then went to Glorietta, but it looks different, and we had icecream bars. Regine was telling me that I shoudl drive to Ortigas when I work.</p><p>Ruth and Regine both asked me about the italicized him. And I realized that I don't really have anything to tell. It was all a dream, or it began in a dream. And in reality, we're still AWOL to each other and nothing ever happened between us. So whatever feelings that I have/ had are all products of my imaginations that were fueled by dreams about him. I really need to stop confusing dreams with reality.</p><p>&nbsp;I told my friends about my dream about Nathaniel (someone who doesn't exist in my reality) and they tease me about it. I don't know why, but even though he doesn't really exist, he made me feel <i>kilig</i> and in love and loved. It was such a nice feeling. So unfortunate it was all a dream. </p><p>The point of the story that I'm writing is that she'll eventually realize that she shoudl focuse on her reality and not her dreams. She should focus on her present and not the possible future. Maybe, I should take my own advice. </p><p>End of dreams. </p>]]></content:encoded>
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                <title>Dreams from a long night of sleep</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 03:09:00 +0000</pubDate>
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                                <description><![CDATA[I had a cram session last week, so to make up for lost sleep, I slept from around 3 in the afternoon till 12 midnight. I ate a sandwich and went to sleep again. And woke up around 1 this afternoon.There is a cave next to the sea, and the...]]></description>
                <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had a cram session last week, so to make up for lost sleep, I slept from around 3 in the afternoon till 12 midnight. I ate a sandwich and went to sleep again. And woke up around 1 this afternoon.</p><p>There is a cave next to the sea, and the cast of Pirates of the Carribean are there. There were people who were mad at Keira, but I don't remember why.</p><p>The other dreams are continued in the next post.&nbsp; </p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p>]]></content:encoded>
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                <title>Gist of dreams for the past two days</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 22:07:00 +0000</pubDate>
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                                <description><![CDATA[There was something about kids riding on giraffes in the street.There was something about people vanishing, like the rapture. I was at a seminar in an office building, and then I went to the office of the head honcho to find that he too disappeared. There are speculations that I'm...]]></description>
                <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There was something about kids riding on giraffes in the street.</p><p>There was something about people vanishing, like the rapture. I was at a seminar in an office building, and then I went to the office of the head honcho to find that he too disappeared. There are speculations that I'm related to the CEO of the company.&nbsp;</p><p>There was something about Tsukasa practicing gymnastics, and wanting her dancing clothes. And then her boy friend delivered it to her. Her friend became some kind of soldier. And suddenly there were people attacking Tsukasa's Japanese style house.</p><p>There was something about talking to my mom next to a hotel pool, and she told me to find my husband and I was wondering who my husband is. It's a good thing she pointed to a general direction and I went there. I saw a my very pregnant old prof and with her is my classmate and I was thinking, eew. And it seems that I'm pregnant too, in my dream. I was standing beside a guy who was in the pool and I motioned to ask if that is my husband, and my classmate motioned yes. And so I hugged the guy from behind and called his name, Nathaniel. He laughed and I laughed too. We were really sweet and cute, actually. Ahaha. Oh, his no one I know in real life, but he looks chinito. And I feel as if I was blushing. Ahaha. I have a dream guy. </p><p>That's it.</p><p>I have been thinking, what if signs are only there because we look for them. I have been seeing symbols and signs everywhere that may or may not point to <i>him</i> as <i>the one</i>, maybe because I have been imagining or hoping that they're there. </p>]]></content:encoded>
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