Valentine’s Rant

Ok, so I don’t have a date on Valentine’s Day? It’s just another day. Just another day. Another day of reminding me that I have no boyfriend! I think I am infected. After watching that TV movie on Hallmark, I became all mushy and soft inside…It reminded me of what kicks. Kicks me to the head. Bluntly reminded me that I am alone. No, not the, I- don’t-have-any-friends/family-alone, but the I-don’t-have-a-boyfriend-alone…It gets to me sometimes. Specially when I see those kind of affections only the two people in love can do. Not sex, aight? Just those sweet little things. Those corny sweet little things that only two people understand. Sigh…

Last night, I dreamed about that guy again. You know? That guy from my February 6th entry? He keeps popping in and out of my dreamland, and I still have no idea how he looks like. All I know is that he is taller than I. I wish I could just see his face, even for just a second. If I did, I would know if I’ve met him already, or when I see him somewhere, I’d know he’s the one. Or is he just literally the “Guy of my dreams”. The guy that only exists in my dreams…

Randomness

Of all the creatures that lurk the planet, the one that I hate the most is the freakin’ mosquito! It’s been biting my legs, my arms, my everything that is not covered with my clothes. I can’t wear pajamas all day! It gets hot in the afternoon! My legs are like mosquito haven, I don’t know why they suck the blood out of me. I mean, I am anemic, and they shouldn’t be taking more blood out of me. Grr… Every time I kill one, it has blood in it. Ewww! But every time I get a mosquito to its demise, I feel better knowing I smacked one of the millions down. Better than nothing, aight?

I was thinking of making a valentine’s day layout. But I decided against it because, I am not in love, and I am not in the mood to make a “love themed” layout. I’d probably greet people to have a happy one, but I won’t be celebrating that day for sure. I’d just buy a cake and give it to my parents, just like last year. It’s better to give it to them, than to some guy who will just break my heart. ‘ Haha’ to that guy who broke my heart!

Look at this picture. I took it this afternoon with my camera phone. It is on top of our dining table. This is not edited. I look wasted. Hehehe… I just woke up when I took that picture. Well, after I washed my face and brushed my teeth ^_^

I look fat! Well, I’ve been bumming around and eating too many sweets. I am so caffeinated! My mom bought all those chips and chocolates last weekend, and she bought a lot of soda. I think I won’t be wearing anything too tight after all this munching and non-stop bumming! When you leave me a comment, tell me if you hate mosquitos, too! I’ll be watchin American Idol tonight at Star World ^_+

Dreamin’ Inside A Dream

Have you ever dreamed inside a dream? Last night was one of those times that I have dreamed inside a dream. It was horrific. In my dream I was sleeping in another person’s bed with my two sisters. Then in my dream I woke up because I was having a nightmare. In that nightmare was a little girl who looks like something from an Asian horror movie. Her face looks dead, her eyes were big and were looking at me, piercing me with it sharp looks. In my dream I was trying to scream, but no sound would come out. In my dream, I was telling my cousin about the nightmare I had. Whenever I start telling her about it, the little girl would appear, looking at me. In my dream, my heart was racing fast. Subconciously, I want to wake up, but every time I think I did, I was still trapped inside my dream’s nightmare! I wanted so badly for something or someone to wake me up…but nothing and no one did. Then in my dream, I finally woke up, my nightmare about the girl was over, but I am taken to a semi-familiar place. This place was supposed to be where I live, but it is a bit different. The houses were different. The people are not my neighbors. I was riding in a car, and it dropped me off my supposedly “home”. When I got in, there was no one there, so I decided to go upstairs and check on my room. Everything inside that house was different, even my room. Our real house is made of concrete, and in that dream, it was wood, and there were lots of windows and doors that led to the outside. In my dream, I walked downstairs because I heard a noise. Then I saw a lot of people walking outside our house. I had the feeling that they were going to rob us, so I locked the doors and closed all the windows. I then ran upstairs. When I looked back, there was a man, a man who in my dream felt like he was going to rob us. I took a big pole that was conveniently inside my room, and I used it to fend him off. It was really weird, because suddenly there was this lady, and I talked to her as if she was really someone who lives in our house. Apparently, she was the one who was letting people in. I gave up in my dream. I yelled out loudto all those people to take whatever they want from our house, then I ran off in the streets as if someone was chasing me. At that point, I wanted so badly to wake up, and I can hear the phone ringing [our real phone], but my eyes and my conciousness won’t allow me to wake up. Then suddenly, a familiar voice spoke to me, it was my father. He told me to come with him, and I did. Then I woke up. For real. To an emplty house.