what dreams may come.

I'm still dreaming about babies. I think the dream has been going on for over a month now. And every time I dream about it it's always the same. I always find myself taking care of someone else's baby.

Does this mean that a part of me is yearning for that kind of responsibility already?

One of my friends says that it's possible that I may be simply yearning for the feeling of taking care of someone. Another told me that babies signify a change. But whatever it meant I wish I could figure it out already. I mean sure babies are cute. But having them in your dreams almost all the time under the same circumstances freaks me out a little. I mean, is my head telling me it's time for me to have a baby??? Yikes. Sorry my brain, not possible any time soon.

But then this little stress is nothing compared to what's ahead of me... I don't think it could even qualify as a source of stress. But stressful or not, it freaks me out.. just a little. :P
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The message in recurring dreams may be so important and/or powerful that it refuses to go away. The frequent repetition of such dreams forces you to pay attention and confront the dream. It is desperately trying to tell you something.

walls are there for a purpose.

"A lot of people would talk about the horrors in other people's lives as if they were genuinely concerned to help them, but the truth was that they took pleasure in the suffering of others, because that made them believe that they were happy and their life had been generous with them.

She wasn't going to give this man an opportunity to take advantage of her state, in order to mask his own frustrations."

Veronika Decides to Die
by Paulo Coelho

wanna know a secret?

The air is so different now. I don't know how to describe it in precise terms but there is just this feeling within me every time I get a whiff of the air these days. It's as if it's filling your insides with something.

It's like the air is carrying a secret promise, and as the days pass by it can no longer keep it to itself. Thus, it finds a way to whisper it. And once its soft whisper reaches our hearts, we cannot help but respond to the untold promise of something that would lift us up from where we are. We close our eyes for a moment, and inhaling deeply, we smile to ourselves as we feel our insides being filled with this secret. And although we are not quite sure what the secret is all about, we are willing to make room for this unknown puzzle as we believe that this certain piece would somehow fill that void within you, even just for a while.

But the weird part in all of this is come Christmas time, the void actually becomes more distinct. It's as if that emptiness within you managed to grow by itself without you knowing it. And you know why it feels bigger than it actually is? It's the air! It has managed to cover that hole within us by making us feel all warm and fuzzy inside until that perfect time when we have our guards down. And at that point it uncovers that void once again to release its full force upon us. And you already know what happens next...

So, you see, the air is actually deceiving us.=P Don't let it get you!

funny people

People are funny when they try to be nosy.

I heard this rumor from my friend that someone was insisting that I was actually in a relationship with one of my friends. And this person was actually insisting that I was simply keeping the relationship under the radar (showbiz?).

When I heard this rumor I could not stop myself from laughing out loud. I really find it so amusing that someone would think that me and my friend would actually be more than just friends. I wonder what she saw in us to make her think of that...I don't think I ever did anything out of the ordinary that would make anyone think that I'm actually with my friend.

Sure, in some instances, I might have used this friend of mine to get rid of a certain nuisance. A nuisance that I have longed to punch in the face just to shake him off from his delusions! I mean, Boy, makiramdam ka naman! Anyway, that nuisance is another story. A story that I do not intend to waste my precious time on.

Back to my friend. Yes, he's simply just that. A friend. I could never like someone who has more side comments than myself. He's too talkative for my taste. I remember one time in a class, I was sitting beside him and before the class started he was already talking non-stop. When I realized that he would not shut up any time soon, I suddenly stood up and told him, "Sa unahan ako. wala ako marinig dito." He's a good friend. but he's really not the type whom I can stand to be with for long periods of time. I'd be simply be exhausted just trying to keep up with the endless chatter.

But that's not really the funny part. The person who kept on insisting that I am with my friend clearly does not know me very well. I don't think that I could simply keep mum if ever I was actually in a relationship right now. I don't think I would be able to keep myself from shutting up about that kind of thing. I don't think something like that is meant to be kept. Why hide something as special as that, right? But then, maybe that's just the romantic bone in me.

Now, amusement is over. Back to my books, now!

i want my very own nothing box.

pilosopiya ni sarita sorsya # 3

We are, by nature, selfish creatures.
I guess it basically stems from our instinct of self-preservation.
Why else is selfless love is so rare?

let's talk about beauty

"Beauty is common.

Sure, it's work to maintain, but so what if you're beautiful? There are so many beautiful people in the world. Look around. Big deal! Beauty is an accident--so you got lucky in the gene pool--but what have YOU made of yourself. That's what I'm interested in.

So for me when I meet someone that is attractive, it does nothing for me. And in fact I often wonder if they've gotten lazy cultivating the other parts of their personality, the ones that don't fade. What I usually like to ask them is: what are three things about you that a man would find attractive, and none of them can be about your looks."-- STYLE & MYSTERY