June 16th, 2008 in Random, Thoughts | 8 comments.
The human mind is amazing. I love how it always stays awake, even if we don’t, and how it has the ability to give us dreams that somewhat reflects our life—the fact that we don’t even have any control of our dreams, is even more amazing to me. I wonder why humans even have dreams—is our mind trying to tell us something? Or does our mind get bored and creates these dreams for just no reason?
A couple of nights ago, I had the strangest dream that I’ve had in months. It took place outside in my backyard, but my backyard was not familiar to me. It had a bigger pool, more space, palm trees everywhere, and lit torches for light. Apparently, it was my birthday and I was having my birthday party around midnight. Many people were there—my family, my neighbors, some friends, and most prominent of all, Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt.
Angelina raised her glass of wine and said that she and Brad had brought me a present. I was very excited, of course, because Angelina and Brad are obviously rich which meant there was a probability they brought me something highly expensive. Sadly, my excitement didn’t last long. Their present turned out to be an adorable, healthy, gray kitten. I wanted to tell them that I was allergic to cats, but I didn’t. I thanked them, told Angelina her dress was pretty, and I went off to play with my new pet.
However, whenever I even tried to touch my new kitten—it grew much smaller. There was no hope in trying to pet it, or pick it up, because it would just shrink. Eventually, I became frustrated and tried to touch it so many times, that the kitten became microscopic.
And at that point—when the dream got most confusing and strange—I woke up. What exactly was the point of that dream? Is there a meaning? Is my mind telling me that I should not touch kittens? I don’t think I’ll ever know for sure.
What’s the strangest dream that you’ve had?
June 06th, 2008 in Thoughts | 4 comments.
I will be almost 23 years old, and I will live in a massive and beautiful house (that my sister designed specifically for me, of course) with my parents in the middle of a forest in Spain. Since I will live in Spain, I will travel on my totally eco-friendly flying hovercraft to Pamplona every year to run with the bulls. I will have only the most expensive hovercraft there is—which will be okay, because I will be rich with the money I made from my best-selling novel (which was in Oprah’s Book Club as well).
I will have already been to college, which was a highly memorable expierence for me. Since I earned a perfect score on the SATs, it was not necessary to apply to colleges because colleges were the ones that were applying to me. On my refrigerator will be hanging my Master’s Degree and Bachelor’s Degree (both having a frame of real gold) in English Literature from Harvard.
I will be a famous novelist but with a pen name of Lulu Wigglepop or something of the sort—so that I’ll have two identities. Hence my two identities, I will never be seen in public as Lulu Wigglepop (I’ll want to avoid the paparazzi and all the screaming fans)—and that means there will be a lack of any public sightings of Lulu Wigglepop, which will spark a new hit TV show called “Where in the World is Lulu Wigglepop?”. Regis Philbin will be the host, Alex Trebek will be co-host and Queen Latifah will be co-host to the co-host.
Otherwise all of that, I will have a completely relaxing life with my 68-year-old pet octopus named “Iggywiggyboogiegroovy the Fifth” and my puppy named… “Jane”.
… My imagination tends to get out of hand a little, but I’ll like to pretend that all of this will be possible in 2018. How will your life be in ten years from now?
May 26th, 2008 in Family, Events | 3 comments.
I hope you have the greatest birthday of your life. 
I love you and I will always love you!
May 14th, 2008 in Events | 2 comments.
I got picked up an hour early from school today. When my dad and I were dashing to the car in the school parking lot, he told me something very, very, very huge. And it’s not like elephant-huge, it’s mammoth-huge.
“Name 3 cities in the U.S. that you would like to live in,” my dad says oh-so-randomly.
“… Hmm, well, maybe Seattle, because I like rain and coffee…” And I do. I like them oh-so very much, and I’ve always wanted to go to Seattle. “… Maybe Florida?… Nah, I don’t like hurricanes.”
“I mean, pick 3 cities near Washington D.C… because we’re moving.”
MOVING?! To Washington D.C?! I think that news is uberly whimsical and spiffy, don’t you? I’m glad my dad’s gots a promotion in his job. This is oh-so-very exciting, though since Washington D.C. might be a little too much for our wallet, we’re probably live somewhere near—like a suburb in Maryland or something. Wheeee!
April 27th, 2008 in Random | 4 comments.
I have never truly noticed how many addictions I have. It’s quite surprising actually, because I’ve always thought I had only one addiction. But now that I think about it, I’ve got several of them. They’re pretty serious too. If I don’t go to rehab soon, I’m afraid I might become sort of wild… but, that might have already happened.
First of all, there’s my cookie addiction. If you must ever put a plate of chocolate-chip cookies in front of me, please do not be surprised that the plate will be squeaky clean in less than a minute. Also, there might be a small mess of cookie crumbs on the floor because I prefer to devote my focus on the cookies than how cleanly I eat them. You should even feel free to think of me as the cookie monster, only not blue and fuzzy. I think I might even marry a cookie when I grow up.
Another addiction of mine is… bubble gum. My mother and I might go to Wal-Mart to buy some waffles and a packet of gum for me, and then in two days, I will have chewed 18 sticks of gum. I’m not picky when it comes to gum—I like all kinds of it, whether it’s cinnamon gum, or minty or strawberry-watermelon or even orange-flavored. Though, I still have yet to tackle the task of blowing a bubble with bubble gum. Every time I try, I always just get a funny noise coming out of my mouth.
I also quite like the computer. A lot. It’s sad that I stare at it for so many hours a day, but I can’t get off it. The computer that I use is not even that great. I imagine how addicted I would be if I actually had a laptop that wasn’t about 8 years old. Even if on some occasions, I have to kick it to make it work, I have the greatest respect for my PC. And the Internet. And websites. And everything that’s computer-related. Maybe if my cookie husband and me happen to divorce up one day, I could always marry my computer.
What addictions do you have?
