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)

God of War on Neia's PSP = >:D. I am very amused by the way Kratos' weapons swish and slash.


I'm not sure if it's a good thing, but one highlight of family reunions is that you get to know yourself through other people's memories of you. I was told that as a kid, I shut myself in our bedroom when visitors came over. When they decided to drag me out, I'd be clutching a book and putting up a tantrum. Haha.


baby makopa = oldy popcorn


Dream: 8 people being targeted for murder. Much like the SAW installment. Four soon-to-be victims were stuck in my room with a dead fellytone line, while the other half was in a warehouse. In the end, the killer said, "Did I put a god in there?" and then the ambulance invaded the scene. Hm. I've never seen any of the films though.


Wolverine. The swords. Explowdy cards. Oh my.


Tsk. Elders never seem happy unless they're telling me what to do. They vehemently protest against my choices and claim it's all good for me. We all laugh afterwards. Yes, it's really funny because all I'm talking about is um shoes and posture.


Grah. There won't be any more Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. :(


Pacquiao looks like a baby seal when he smiles. No, not in a good way.


Despite the crescent-shaped mushrooms, Pampanga holds few epiphanies for me. I prefer bus rides.


Book Sale Pampanga: Dream Jungle and Siddartha. Wheeee.

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.

I am aggravated. By the Internet. And yet I am using the Internet to alleviate the anger.

Yey for contradictionssss. :|

I am tired. Of writing about female wrestlers. Of having to expound on matters. Of things.

I froze up while sleeping. I thought I was being strangled. Hm. But I also thought I accomplished astral projection. Hm. But whyyyyyyy would I go to our office if I knew I could do that? I don't really like the office. It has a noisy cow dog (not a red or a green but a bell puppy).

I am very bored today. And annoyed. And Neia is sickly. And I want to go home now. And the window indicates near-darkness, despite the time. And something in my skull is going blrblrblrblr again. I don't like Sprite, but it's sitting on my desk, half-consumed.

It's taking so long. My Mr. Burns posture is going even more concave.

Blech. I walked into the office this morning and I'm a frnfcking instant celebrity. It wasn't me at all, but was my incredibly soaked pants. Haha. All of a sudden, officemates who wanted to go home interrogated me about the rain outside. I didn't even know who they were. Oh the questions and the stares. I was shrinking, I tell you. Smaller and smaller until poof, like water vapor. Gaah. I figure it's my pants applying my job to real life? Something of that sort. Hm.

Then again, there was a certain power there. I had the ability to tell them whatever I wanted. Haha. If I say that it's like a spree of fire hydrants gone mad outside, they'd believe me. I was the only source of information they could deem credible at that moment. Haha. I should have told them I got stuck in a water balloon fight, or a whirlpool, or a spit-splat fest.

It's very new to me to be treated like the day's Weather Report. I got pointed at, and someone announced my arrival too. Moist red carpet entrance. For shame. I bet they got their schadenfreude on hyper-hyper-hyper-drive. Sometimes I think that's my purpose in life. Hahaha.

Ah yes, and nothing brings people together like calamity. I heard a collective whine from the majority here too. A choir singing songs of suffering? Wow.

But aaaargghhhh. I need to submit myself to drying.


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I dreamed of a broken oven toaster.

Haha oven toaster to toast ovens. Yes. Hahaha.

I'm laughing again, and cursing too. This is a far cry (cry hahaha) from this morning's perplexing REM results. If you knew me in high school, you also know about that escape bit in that old fiction (haha that was just a term for something that wasn't/isn't). So the eye-opening moment that introduced Today prevented me from knowing how that fiction ended. Hm, not really but yes maybe sense er no. If you knew me now you'd never think it because I didn't think it so you can't think that way. I forbid you. >:D

Flying floating gloating quill feathers, it must be the fault of the "Postcard" that dances!

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Ha. Tomorrow I will be re-writing entertainment articles again - gossip and blech about Justin Timberlake's childhood whut. My dad told me that Hollywood stars are special people, a very rare breed in the world. He also added that I should feel special writing about them. ERRR NO. There are too many of them, and I should know. I'll only feel special if I get a decent paycheck for swallowing more than half of my principles. Hm. I haven't spat them out at least. But then again, I learned that Kate Beckinsale studied French and Roman Literature. Heh. Well, that was useful information. Guh. ¬_¬

Oh no, I shouldn't complain at all. I'mnoti'mnoti'mnot. I'm actually learning people, and that is grood, a very grood. :)

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I want a sheep. I will pat it on the head and let it eat grass-flavored jelly beans. Mouflon is my new favorite word so if I get a sheep I will name it that. Even though an actual mouflon looks scary I can still call my sheep Mouflon or Mouf or Moof like a cow's sound added to its foot. No, sheep, I will not shear you. Your fluff will be saved.

Ah, on another note:

Conversations between Neia and my mom:
My mom is trying to teach my sister simple Filipino words. Neia has trouble with them since it's her first time to have the subject in school.
My mom: Anong tagalog ng 'sheep'? O 'lamb'?
Neia: O lamb? O lamb? Ulamb! ULAM!

Well, eventually, it becomes that, but I hope not. Haha.

The perfect way to welcome the year of the Pig is by the widening of hips and loosening of belts while feasting on high-cholesterol foods. On the other hand, since it's the year of the Fire Pig, we're supposed to BURN those calories off by stressing out on how school starts in 4 days. Right?

And I don't really make New Year's Resolutions. I used to, but then when I figured they don't really stick with me, I gave up writing them up. For 2007, I just plan to improve. There.

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Conversations with my sister, Neia:
Neia: E ano ini-eat ni Pikachu?
Me: Pikachu, what do you eat?
Me As the Pikachu doll: I eat little babies!
Neia: ATEEEEH!!!! *pouts*

If my sister turns out whacked it'll all be because of that one statement I said. *snicker*

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Lately I've been getting very...um...Murakamian dreams. They're the ones that make you go, "Oh. Well that was strange. What's for breakfast again?" It's like the entry to the surreal world becomes so ordinary that things that are normally peculiar to us have turned so...common. However, the wonder is still there, and that's great. It's like I've accepted how weird these dreams are but they still continue to amaze me.

Take one I had yesterday. In my dream I was part of this crusade against the corrupt School Principal. Apparently I was some sort of spy for an organization that rebelled against the school. Other members of the organization were two of the characters in the Disney Channel movie, "High School Musical" (oh belch), Sharpay Evans and Troy Bolton. The three of us had to track down the Principal, who looked like a more caffeinated version of Mr. DeMartino in "Daria," and find out his offenses or whatever sneaky crimes he was up to. His office was inside a cinema, where we had to ride these elevators that went in every direction to get to his floor. Getting there took a long time, and when we were out of the elevator, the Principal's goons were waiting, baseball bats in their hands. We managed to escape, but when we got down to DLSU's amphitheatre, Sharpay and Troy were surrounded by the Principal's guards. I hid behind a tree and put a tracking device on one of the security guards. Then it led me to a squatter's area where the headquarters of the Principal could be found. Then the dream left me hanging and I woke up.

Another dream involves me dancing the Cha-Cha with my highschool classmate, Venus, just outside the MLF office. I don't dance. See how surreal that dream is?

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