Liquid Dreams

I remember when I was around 10 or 11 y/o, one of my favorite song was Liquid Dreams by O-Town and I tend to sing it aloud in our living room. I was YOUNGER back then, my mind was totally virgin and I had no idea what the song was REALLY trying to say. There's absolutely double meaning. Raunchy.

But I'm not going to my lousy-choice-of-songs-come-pre-adolescence and songs-spoon fed-by-MTV-should-be-at-the-top-of-my-list-'cause-it's-cool-that-way, I want my authentic dreams more! I always find it interesting no matter how amazing, creepy, odd or even sensual it can be. But there was this incident that freaked me out, when I was starting to be a teenager, which has a direct connection with dreaming..I guess. Its my nocturnal emission.

In simple terms, wet dreams. @_@ Why o why?

I was paranoid back then and my first experience of this thing made me really troubled. It happened one sunny morning when I woke up from a censored dream and then suddenly, I noticed that there's something wet and sticky (my blog is officially R-18 now. Please leave if you feel harassed, aroused or when your instinct just said so) in my boxer shorts. Of course, if you're a guy, you would exactly know what it was and no, it's not urine.

I panicked silently (how could this be? haha!) and my first reaction was to hide it. I didn't want to eat our usual healthy breakfast with my conservative family having visible stain on my shorts. They will think that I'm doing 'it' and this 'it' should be done secretly. So, I needed/wanted badly to change my shorts. The problem was, my cabinet for shorts and underwear were placed near our bathroom. And our bathroom is located downstairs, near the kitchen. And when I went down to check if the vicinity is clear, the kitchen was occupied by my mom and our helper. Geez, just great.

To cut this short, I summoned Patience. Patience was my companion while I was sitting strategically in our stairs. My Plan B was constructed with great scrutiny and fine excellence and luckily, it was a success. I never knew I could sweat that much just by sitting and camouflaging.

Motto: All's Well That Ends Well!

Favorite Color: Blue, Black, White and it varies at times. :D

Going Nuts!

I was used to having the/my Starbuck's planner the whole year last 2008 and I made it a point to doodle stuffs in that brown paper every single day. This time, it is already the third of January and I don't have any planner to draw dream monsters and imaginary cartoon characters (yeah, that's mostly what I do in it..:D) so just imagine how I'm itching to have one right now...uhmm..not much.

Choices..choices..choooi..*yawns*

1. I've crossed out having the 2009 Strabuck's planner since almost everyone has been giving it a two thumbs down for it not having a great cover..well, its not just well made as they say. And I could be splurging more money in getting one.
   
2. The Fullybooked planner which has a life-changing statement has naturally crossed out itself from the list since in every Fullybooked that I've been, the stock is nowhere to be found or what's left in the shelf are the crumpled ones slash scratches present in the front hardbound cover. It is like the first planner that the store has released. In that condition.
   
3. National Bookstore planners, which really has a variety of such, have been searched through the world wide web though..I can't find a good one. Because I really didn't make an effort to go to the real thing: the big size National Bookstore and not just the online catalogue.
4. Gonuts Donuts Planner = last resort. It even has discount coupons if I'm not mistaken.

One thing that's really, absolutely, and certainly driving me crazy is B-O-O-Z-E..or ARE BOOZE! I want lots! Where art thou to be found? My last alcohol intake was December 19, 08 which is really not part of the count since I only had 4 or 5 shots/glasses so that's not what you call social drinking or even drinking at all. That's just a sip!

December 1, 08. Its this one at Drew's Katipunan. Sheeeeesh! It has been a freakin' month and 3 days and I heavily miss Drew's, the Katipuneros drink, Sizzling tuna, etc. badly. Here, just by mere typing it drives me nuts! XD

I'm just stressing the point so don't worry, I'm still sane but..can you..can you just..can you please just..just pass the chaser..now! $#@_($@#)%

A Goodbye to Mr. Klutz?

I started my 2008 (just last year) physically bleeding and ended it with the same incident.


Last 2007, before a new year sets in, it was raining a bit which left a slippery floor in front of our house. Then 5 minutes before 2008, I, going inside our house and nearing the front door, accidentally tripped and fell hard with my right body. Result: I was spending my first few minutes/hours of 2008 bathing with betadine and alcohol. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what you call celebrating the new year with a big bang! Beat that!

Then came end of 2008 and exactly an hour before 2009 sets in, I found myself brushing my teeth in the lavatory and I was doing it the usual way (since there's no other way to do this but with toothbrush, toothpaste and a glass of water..or if your a mean person to Mother Earth, an open faucet). I've been brushing my teeth without any aid since early 90's and this was the first and only time that I've bleed myself out of the mouth area. The catch: I was about to gargle and as I was getting the glass from the sink, it accidentally slipped from my hand which eventually left a cut on my smallest left finger. Plus there were scattered pieces of broken glass near my feet and good thing it didn't fall exactly ON my feet because that would be a different case and I could be spending the new year on a wheel chair or again, sitting in front of the television with betadine and alcohol. Rock on clumsiness! \m/


I'm not officially bidding goodbye to his handsomeness, Mr. Klutz because I know that there will be and will always be a moment for me to find a place where there's possible klutz-iness to happen. Oh shoot, I just got a mini cut on my left knee from the keyboard sliding case.



Kidding!

Snippets!

One of the highlights in my 2008 or in my life as a whole (how can this be in half? :D) / in general was when I have been injected in a Focus Group Discussion.

So when we where in the van, going to our 2nd location (we're actually along EDSA heading to Rockwell and the memorable cast inside the moving vehicle - 5 respondents of whom I share the same age, 1 interviewer, 2 assistants and the driver), the interviewer randomly asked us (the three of us, of whom he is closest seating arrangement-wise) what was our first childhood memory. This was really out of the Group Discussion topic and out of the blue as I was at the moment skimming billboards. He asked us when was the time that we realized that we are the so-called human being and having the ability to rationalize; that we already knew we were breathing pollution in the metro and capable of..well not really in this way, more of a formal-casual-asking-way. So yeah, go figure.

I just shrugged my head slowly to the left then to the right, which in non-verbal communication means "I don't know" or "I'm not sure" but in my vocabulary at that time means "I'm not in the mood to answer that because I'm currently grasping the sense of this boring billboard and by the way, did you know that I want to be an underwear billboard model (and I'm dead serious XD)? No, because you're not paying attention to where my eyes were focused." (Rude.) though at the back of my head I really had an answer to his question.


In fact, I'm juggling between two childhood memories because I'm not sure which my first is:

• One was a dream..or maybe not. It happened in my kindergarten school where my mother was playing bingo in the classroom with her co-parents while I was busy being trapped at the entrance of the playground because I'm being halted by a monster (and I'm dead serious typing write now). Every kid in the playground knows that there was..actually there were two monsters in that playground. I was so scared that I can't move my feet into the playground and as I am writing this now..I'm thinking that this could be a reality. Not a dream, but this actually occurred right in front of my virgin eyes with my complete senses tingling. Talk about first childhood memory: mine was scary and unsure.

• The other one was pretty much more exciting because I solely remember..waking up. Yes, the simple act of waking up from a sleep in our bedroom, taking off the blanket that binds me from sleep (like a suman..I sleep like this when I was a kid. Now, I barely even have any piece of clothing when sleeping. Haha! Not!) then going down the stairs. I remember that positively and certainly.

But then again, I'm not sure which one's first or even if these two were actually my earliest memories. And I didn't say this in that moving van because the conversation could get serious, confusing and I could be explaining stuffs until we're already walking inside Rockwell. But I've done it now: Seriously explained confusing stuffs. Ding! You choose, I can't.


On the other hand..the interviewer, in his story-telling mode, said that he only remembered 'snippets' (matching this with a hand-quotation-gesture) of his childhood and that was the first time I've encountered the word 's-n-i-p-p-e-t-s'. It instantaneously glued into my head.

Now, it is stuck and I'm using it as my first entry in this online journal. How astonishingly lame.


Oh, Happy New Year and have a good 2009! :D