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Really Weird Dream

Last night I had this really weird dream. It was so weird in so many different levels that I felt really foolish after I woke up. Lemme break it down for you.

1. My dream was in French. The whole thing was in motherfucking (...meretabernac?...) French. I spoke French, I thought in French and I understood French perfectly. The thing is, I don't know how to speak French at all. Granted I have a whole playlist of French rap songs thanks to GSP's awesome entrance themes, but I don't understand any of them anyway. I tried to listen to Le Homme de Abbatre again after I woke up, trying to see if I could understand any of the lyrics since I understood Francois flawlessly in my dream, but nope, nothing registered.

2. Speaking of GSP. GSP was in my house. Or at least, a house that I think is mine in my dream. It wasn't the house that I live in now, AKA my parents' house, but I really felt that safe and comfortable feeling that you never get to feel elsewhere except your home. Plus at one part of my dream I cleaned it up, and why would I clean a house up if it wasn't mine? It was a nice house anyway, and the nicest thing about it was that as I said, GSP was in it.

3. The next thing is... er, how do we say this... I was going to have GSP's kid. This was really a WTF thing even in my dream. Some French doctor was in my house and told me (again, in French) that I had a bun in the oven courtesy of GSP. I don't know how he knows that it's GSP's (I mean, my dream didn't show even a slight hint of me banging GSP, though that might be something I'd look forward to dreaming about) but GSP didn't seem to object to anything that Dr. Frenchy said. (In fact he took it all in stride; he was too busy working out) I don't know if I was married to GSP or if I was just a one-night stand gone wrong, but I hope we weren't married. That way I can chase after Dan Hardy. On second thought, even if GSP and I were married, I'd just cheat with Dan. :P

4. I was not happy to be with GSP or have his kid. Now this part really baffles me. How can I not be happy to be with GSP and have his kid (which subsequently means that at one point in time I fucked him)? I can't even count the times I've said that GSP has the most beautiful blue eyes in the world. I can seriously spend the rest of my life just staring at them. Maybe this just demonstrates how much I dislike kids. The fact that I'm its mom and GSP is its dad doesn't even make things any better for me.

5. I don't remember how my dream ended! Seriously. The last thing I remember from my dream is that I laid down on my bed to sleep, and my last thought was that I was not feeling good about being with GSP and having his kid, which as I said baffles me. (In real life If I saw GSP I might kidnap him and keep him in my basement forever XD) I don't know what happened next. What I do remember is waking up feeling like I'm about to freeze to death. I felt so cold that I stood up and turned the aircon off.

Hmmm, I wonder what Imma dream about tonight. ^_^

Hmmm.

This is my Dad. (And that is my hand. ^_^) He will turn fifty (I think) in July 31. Now that I have a job and some money, I'm wondering what I should buy him.

At first I thought about getting him more badminton stuff or maybe treating him to a nice grill (he loves baby back ribs), but this morning when I woke up he and Mum were arguing about his blood test results again. Apparently his sugar, cholesterol and triglycerides levels are off the charts but then again, what's new. If his test results returned normal, that would be new.

I'm pretty sure my mom would include me in the scolding if I get Daddy-yo another racket ("Nagbabadminton ka nga nababawi naman ang pinapawis mo kase kain kayo ng kain sa labas pagkatapos!") or treat him some nice juicy ribs ("Mataba yan, dapat sayo mag fish at gulay ka nalang!") so now I'm thinking maybe I should get him a box of Lipitor and Diamicron. ^_^ Pero parang super corny naman, magreregalo ako ng gamot.

Because saying I love you

has nothing to do with meaning it.

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On an unrelated note, which turns out to be longer than the main post itself, there are 60 new messages in my email inbox today from various strangers around the world. I'm gonna make a longer, more detailed post about this soon, but I just hafta say it - I miss anonymous community writing.

And it scares me

because the last time someone offered me his hand, I didn't take it, but this morning when you reached out with an open palm, I did.

5 Things I Miss About College

1. Walang pasok pag Monday so I can go back to QC on Tuesday morning. My head has still not absorbed the fact that I have to sleep early during Sundays now.

2. OK lang ma-late sa class. Ngayong may log-in na, 8.30 is 8.30 and 8.31 is late so I really have to make an effort to be on time, unlike dati na pakapalan lang ng mukha.

3. German (and more) cuts. No more cutting classes pag tinatamad - in fact, no more cutting classes at all. E kase naman, saan ako pupunta if I cut my classes? Sa CR?

4. Regular casual clothes. The corporate shiz looks good, but nothing beats that laid-back feeling of wearing a shirt, shorts and a pair of flip flops. Plus, mas madaling maglakad pag di naka heels ano.

5. DOTA. (Till 2am, special mention of Archer singing "...Puck the magic dragon...")

I like money and earning it, but I swear, I won't hesitate to give up one month's salary for another month as a college student in UP Diliman, with Econ 141 and all the misery that comes with it. But oh, well, life goes on.