Dear Morpheus,

Why all the sudden attention to what occupies my skull-nest during REM? Oh wait, it's your job, haha. :|

- Neobie


P.S. While the details are appreciated and the homicidal gore is intimidatingly awsums, this past week's wake-ups are never helpful to the rest of the day.





* (Images from Radiohead's Just)

Good splotchy, Dr. Splotchy! In over-saturated pixels. Uncomfortable in current comfort zone. Might need shoes. Watercolor wish-wash. Oneiros sent bus after bus. Didn't ride any. Question quest. Marble cloud veins up up up above. Nothing = laf. "Ha." The onion lesson. Dried-up wandering jew clumps. The fork changes things. Always in fragments. In snippity snip snippit. Like sleep spells. Never a stalwart spool. Spring soaked in solutions. Wait. Take us with you.

I want to go back to sleep and finish that Jupiter scene.



Wait. Hm.

Said the interwebs:
- Jupiter, or Zeus, is a "good father" that provides the opportunity for growth, development, prosperity and health. Jupiter, as a planet, has a central position among the other planets in the solar system. Mercury, Venus, Earth and Mars are on one side and Saturn, Uranus, Neptune and Pluto on the other.
- Astrologically, Jupiter represents balance, organization, abundance and optimism. If you are down on your luck or a bit disorganized, this dream may be calling for awareness of supportive internal and external forces. Our dreams often compensate for what is lacking in daily life. In this way, dreams attempt to balance the psyche.
- dreaming of Jupiter is reassuring and invites the dreamer to access the power in his own psyche and to embrace a positive attitude.
- Jupiter is a reminder that there is an order to the universe that provides us with an opportunity to have a prosperous, balanced and joyful life.
- A Planet in the dreamworld symbolize the process of moving around, this can be as simple as a walk in the park or something more significant like a big move.
- Jupiter is the thinking person's Planet. As the guardian of the abstract mind, this Planet rules higher learning and bestows upon us a yen for exploring ideas, both intellectually and spiritually.
- A search for the answers is what Jupiter proposes, and if it means spanning the globe to find them, well, that's probably why Jupiter also rules long-distance travel.
- Luck and good fortune are often associated with Jupiter, and for good reason. This is a kind and benevolent Planet, one that wants us to grow and flourish.
- Leisure time also lies within Jupiter's realm.

HAH!

Oh. Um. Erm.
Okay, maybe I just want to go back to sleep.

See, this is what greets you when you decide not to walk away, and just stop to turn your head back:

Well fuck I shouldn't have done that

The I is never singular, because it is far too attached to specifics.

Wall switchies.

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I am bored of being bored, but I am bored of the ways which I use to un-bore myself. How shall I go about this? New ways?


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If you're playing "What's Wrong with this Picture?," can you be considered a pessimist?

My weekends are spent with Exaggeration. It's not my companion. It just moves about beside me, requiring attention as if it can't exist without me noticing it. But it does. Oh, it does.

Some family reunion this is going to be. Grar. We have an overdose of variety songs and 8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1's, with the added compensation of food. The gooey peachy-peachy probably isn't that good of a reason to put up with the whole affair, but I can't think of anything else. Company? No. I'm actually a very selfish shellfish. Who can't dance. At all. Ech.

So for about six hours of each past Sunday, I spend my time flailing like a zombie while being ridiculed for my obvious lack of feminine assets (well, durgsh). And dancing skills. Individual mockery for every epic fail.

Since we're all supposed to stomp-walk-clap to the tune of "Give It Up," I'm thinking that's the best thing to do right now.

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Because it's a toy and I reallyreallyreally need to be amused these days. Yeyyyy.

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( Sol invictus and pass me the plate of time please )

I have two erm obligations sitting on my office desk right now, both of them wrapped tight with sugar.

But yey! Cookie party!

After that scream of a weekend, I do need the happies.

Boredom, meet Internal Revolution. One of you has to leave now, please. I am asking you nicely, but I don't know what comes next.


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Oh, and this too. Hahaha.

: You bought me a present? Why would you do such a thing? I know you think you're being generous, but the foundation of gift giving is reciprocity. You haven't given me a gift, you've given me an obligation. The essence of the custom is that I now have to go out and purchase for you a gift of commensurate value and representing the same perceived level of friendship as that represented by the gift you've given me. Ah, its no wonder suicide rates skyrocket this time of year.

Last night, my friend Trisha and I were talking on the phone (gasp human contact!). Our conversation resulted in the following paraphrased soup:

Trisha: May tanong ako.
Me: Sige, ano?
Trisha: Kung si Dyesebel - kilala mo naman si Dyesebel? Haha.
Me: Oo naman.
Trisha: Ayun, kung si Dyesebel o kung sino mang mermaid, kinasal sa human, yung anak ba nila magiging 3/4 human?
Me: Di ba natin pinag-aralan sa Bio yan? Yung dominant and recessive traits?
Trisha: Oo, pero isipin mo diba? Haha. Si Dyesebel half-human, half-fish tapos yung asawa niya full-blooded human. Anong mangyayari sa anak nila?
Me: Siguro nga magiging 3/4 human.
Trisha: Pwede kaya yun?
Me: Ewan ko. Kaya siguro siya fiction.
Trisha: Pero ayun nga.
Me: Akala ko tatanong mo sa kin, kung si Dyesebel magkakaanak sa human, anong dugo nung magiging anak nila - cold-blooded or warm-blooded. Hahaha. Diba? Si Dyesebel dalawang klase yung dugo?
Trisha: Oo nga! Yung buntot niya cold-blooded tapos yung taas niya hinde! Hahaha!

And oh yes I find myself perpetually unable to stop laughing at an easily identified corny joke. Haha.

Trisha: May joke ako sa 'yo.
Me: Bilis matutulog na ko. Haha.
Trisha: Anong sabi ni Nemo nung nagkita sila nung isa pang Nemo?
Me: Ano?
Trisha: "Hello, ano nemo?"
Me: Hahahahahaaaa

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Trisha: Kung ang ph care sa babae, ano naman sa lalaki?
Me: Ewan ko. Ano?
Trisha: Tide.
Me: Ha? Bakit?
Trisha: Tide. Gulat ka no?
Me: Hahahahaha! Bentaaa!


Nrrr. I can never get through a whole month without getting sick twice (or more). She even pointed out that in high school, you'd know it was me when there was coughing and nose-blowing during a periodical exam. Haha.

Hooom. Hello I'm high on Strepsils and Benadryl and Decolgen (and hunny!) again. Hahaha wheeeeeeee!

Oh my, is that considered a drug problem? Haha.

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I bought eyeballs this morning! ^-^
And found this on Wikipedia:

Benica, Rina, Trisha, Hannah, Pinay
(Obviously, Benica was putochapd.)

These are the powers that be. They are those who enable this mortal to overcome the patriarchal assholes that the world contains. Ironically, these are the same beings that goad her to incarcerate one of the aforementioned gremlins for herself. But in that they are unsuccessful.

They are the six-year eyes that have witnessed this mortal's twists during trysts, tricks during traumas, troubles during trips. They point, cackle, lasso in the stars while shifting hips and veering lips. Perhaps, that is their relief. Each of them have been burdened with the mortal's many reasons and still they are patient. Despite their holy sheen, they never shun. Unless deceived.

Sometimes they make sense in their speeches. Sometimes the ineffable strangles their tongues. Out comes snickers coated with spit, often mirroring the harmony of a flush, the sway of a noodle, the gentleness of cheese. The beings are in complete control, pulling strings and pushing buttons. Unaware, they rule every muscle the mortal owns, regardless of their usual handicaps.

In the dark with no one watching, they spin statements to persuade and urge. They do not know that all that is unnecessary. The entirety of it has been an utter waste of their sacred breath. The mortal has yet another reason.

For them, she will bare her teeth against light, betray valuable paper, do what it takes to please. The mortal promised; the mortal willed. She accepted, anything for a grin from the gods. :)

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ebonietheweird goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as a word.
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ebonietheweird ends up with 53 pieces of candy, a block of wood, and a wad of paper.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
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New discovery on MSN Messenger, so Carebear Caremel and Neobie and maybenotreally Avegail doodle on MSN Messenger.

( Yeys )

GRAAAAH THE WINDOWS MESSENGER AT THE OFFICE HAS A SHEEP AND I DON'T. DX
Avegail has a panda, and I'm in space look!

But the rhino is still missing. Tears.

Yey today's profiles include Jon Heder, Johnny Depp, John Cleese, John Malkovich, John Hurt, Linda Blair and Liv Tyler. Okay. I am boooored again, and I want to watch Mythbusters now please okays.

Tagged by Pinay, who slept on the floor last Saturday but not with me woot thank batobatopiks. There are inside jokes inside this post so internalize them yis.

The 10 Random Things Game
Post the rules:
*each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.
*bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.
*at the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.
*don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.

1. I radiated much affection for the bathroom tiles in Dusit Hotel room 1632 last weekend with my friends - Benix, Trisha, Pinay, Hannah and Rina (absent but represented by the wooden cat guardian deity) - for Benix's homecoming/reunion cerebral celebrationary.
2. I stole the cookie from the cookie jar. Not really. All of us did, because the cookies were free in the lounge at the 16th floor, where we walked barefoot in the middle of the night.
3. I'm more than certain that I loathe alcoholic drinks because I just had a bottlecap's worth of grandmother brandy at around 1 in the morning. The amount I drank is inversely proportional to the coke I gulped down right after I made an "ECHHHHHITBURNNSS!"-face.
4. I don't own a swimsuit other than the one we used in high-school for PE, so I borrowed Trisha's when we went swimming (free for the last hour) in the hotel's pool. I metaphysically hugged the golden Thai statues.
5. Oh, and I don't swim. I walk on the floor of the pool and make bubbles, or squirt people with the water squeezed by my palms.
6. I like pretending pillows are guitars and jumping on the bed to the rhythm of unusual pre-dawn songs on MTV, or generally making noise while Pinay was trying to sleep. XP
7. Sometimes I enjoy corny jokes, and I like elephants, but Hannah's corny joke about elephants made me blue-red-white. Hahahahaha.
8. I like to keep unlikely souvenirs. I have a piece of glass in a TicTac container, memory of the casualty in the bathroom. The weighing scale was shattered, and since Trisha was already wounded, I told her to drip blood on the piece because she already started flicking droplets of blood onto her notebook. I also have the notes Benica scribbled on the Dusit notepad, which has the word "Parttey!" The shower cap and the bottle of conditioner in the bathroom are with me too.
9. I am now semi-immune to having my photograph taken, especially if I'm with people I really enjoy being with. And I can be easily threatened, so I tend to tolerate the click-flash mechanism of soul-stealing.
10. I have not-normal friends, and I ♥ them asexually. They know that (I hope) even if I don't "awwww" when they tell me so. The drunken Scrabble tiles spell the right words, and the chatpads hold evidence. Haha.

( Just plant another plant because we're environment-friendly yes we are )

Look look look!!!

ACTUAL BABYCAKES!




Ohnoes.

We be doomed.

These are Marzipan babies, made from cake icing/almond paste. They are edible, yes, but would you dare bite off their heads? Mr. Gaiman would.

We made babies. And we used them. Some of them we ate. Baby flesh is tender and succulent. ("Babycakes" by Neil Gaiman)

EDIT: Hm. Apparently the e-mail I got this from is a lie. That is a relief, actually. Haha. The babies here are made from porcelain. :\


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And "Horton Hears a Who" is wub. :)

This be the amazing taxi name of double-doorness, which we saw on the way to Big Sky Mind for Malate Literary Folio’s 2nd issue Book Launch. Haha! Deciphering taxi labels was what most of the trip composed of, thanks to Netnet and Marc, Akire, Paula A. and AK.

Oh the happy! ^-^
Book Launches (MLF and Sir Baytan’s) all covered in more detail by Akire here. Go read hers instead because I am too lazy to update. Untwintwin-kuneho works this way too. Hahaha. I will, however, add this to the MLF Book Launch data:

Conversations in the Ladies’ C.R. at McDonald’s: (this British sitcom rip-off is probably why I was late for my reading. Oops.)
Paula: Why, wot is this?
Akire: I believe it’s wot the Americans call a –
Me, Akire and Paula: Hand dryer!
Paula: But wot does it do?
Me: It hands you dryers!
Paula (to hand dryer): May I have some dryers, please?
Me, Akire and Paula: Bwahahaha!

Well, that proves how my brain has turned to soup that night. Hahaha. When is it not soup, anyway?


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I miss the red rhino in the MLF Office! Wub.

Happy Christmas (Chrismukkah yis? or December 25th!) of course. And Holidays for the many. ^^
Just a reminder, support S.P.E.W. Do not accept gifts made by exploited elves. Thank you.

And Glee!
Oh. Okay. I will now commence the Show, not Tell rule.

There was foreshadowing in my Christmas. Haha. Very nice. Leave it to some omniscient narrator to pattern my holiday on fiction.

My Christmas Eve started out with me dressing up in red as a family tradition. Not being a big fan of tradition, I wore these too:



In my thoughtpad, I wrote "I feel like Door from 'Neverwhere'. See my feet." Haha. Even my soles celebrate Gaimanmas. Well, if that was a holiday, they would celebrate it. Really. Maybe authors should have holidays. Hm. Something like Happy Gabriel Garcia-Marquezween! Errrr never mind.

Pseudo-interlude (or the bulk of a plot that goes nowhere):
Conversations with my Tito:
Tito: May boypren ka na?
Me: *troll face* Wala po. Ayoko po sa lalaki.
Tito: Ay! Iba ang dating sa akin niyan, Yam! Hahahaha!
Me: Ayoko din po sa babae. Asexual po ako.
Tito: *awkward pause* Ah.

Christmas with relatives. I always get to be the one who thinks up games, since the cousins I was with are all childriinnnn. Age. Hnrrr. I act as both playmate and baby-sitter, thank you Personalities. I made them play Charades. No one wanted to be Mrs. Santa Claus, but they were very keen on being Pikachu or Sharpay Evans. How odd.

Okay oh-hey. Gift-giving. When you're with kids, you get infected. Oh well. I promised myself I wouldn't open any presents until we got home. My mom handed me a thing wrapped in Toy Kingdom gift wrapper when we arrived at our house, and I thought it wasn't mine until she told me so. Hahaha.

The foreshadowing led to something I didn't even ask for!



Hee. X3

After efforts of deterring my parents from buying me anything, tada. Much glove. :D
I finished reading it this morning too. ^^

The gifts people give you tell a lot though. I think it's a measure of how much they know you. Scary. I was given the standard clothes-bags-perfume and lots of Jack Skellingtons. How do these fit in the number line? (o_o)

Oh well. There are only about 17 minutes left until the 26th of December intercepts. We went to mass and I kissed the knee of their baby Jesus.

There's the shocker ending of a not-so-story.

Oh look five minutes so goodbye and THANK YOU :)