eating your vanity meat buns a.k.a. siopao
Hay...I'm tired. I don't know but I find it irritating to always start a blog with an exclamation of some sort then an ellipsis. But I need it, you see I have this problem of coordinating thoughts--I have to write down everything then examine it. Please do forgive my grammatical errors; I try to refrain from committing them.
Hmmm..it's kinda boring. I wish to be done with my responsibilities as a BS-Bio student and get away from the Academic world...I can't take the Intellectuals surrounding me! I really need a break...oh if only I can.
Okay...let me clarify myself...I am not one for labeling people with terms of endearment...eyuch...might as well perform a eunuch on you...hehehehehehehe
I don't know but I suddenly have the urged to gorged all siopaos. The food I mean...not --. Maybe it's because I'm imagining that I am destroying him...hmmmm...that could mean a psychological compulsiveness.
Speaking of psychological compulsiveness specifically a freudian one, I need help from the mystics..yes I need your help even if I doubt your 'powers'. Can you interpret this dream for me: On a very sunny day, I saw people loitering in the streets. Then I saw a woman complaining that the man in the motorcycle [or was it a bicycle?] stole her possession..bag maybe...then the person [not sure if the criminal is a male or female] was arrested. I black out and when I "woke up in my dream" I saw the woman whose possession was stolen in a kind of execution room, lying on an operating table having her skull cap literally being cut using a saw. The woman is in a government/teacher pale yellow uniform with gold-rim glasses. Weird noh? So macabre...never have I dreamt of something like that. And that was when I was reading a book on philosophy!
Another, though this one happened a long time ago, is that all my friends and my enemies' friends were in a kind of waiting room, like in a hospital. My friends on one side and my enemies' friends on the other. I entered the room then they all looked up at me. A kind of a searching and puzzled look is what they gave me. Then--here's the scary part--Rita appeared from the end of the room and walked right up to me. Before I even start ignoring her, she hands me a letter...then we made up. We became friends then she whisphered something in my ear. I don't know what she whisphered; all I know is that I suddenly had the urge to go to the end of the room and give that letter to---eyuch--Duh-ah--I don't even know how he got there--...and then we've come to terms just when I was handing that letter enclosed in a white envelope. Gee...was I thinking of revenge too much? Help me! Does this present a neuro-psychological problem? Let me tell you this, all I know is that they are dreams. Just dreams. In fact they're not dreams at all--they're nightmares. Nightmares of the Soul....brrrrrrrr.
Hmmm..it's kinda boring. I wish to be done with my responsibilities as a BS-Bio student and get away from the Academic world...I can't take the Intellectuals surrounding me! I really need a break...oh if only I can.
Okay...let me clarify myself...I am not one for labeling people with terms of endearment...eyuch...might as well perform a eunuch on you...hehehehehehehe
I don't know but I suddenly have the urged to gorged all siopaos. The food I mean...not --. Maybe it's because I'm imagining that I am destroying him...hmmmm...that could mean a psychological compulsiveness.
Speaking of psychological compulsiveness specifically a freudian one, I need help from the mystics..yes I need your help even if I doubt your 'powers'. Can you interpret this dream for me: On a very sunny day, I saw people loitering in the streets. Then I saw a woman complaining that the man in the motorcycle [or was it a bicycle?] stole her possession..bag maybe...then the person [not sure if the criminal is a male or female] was arrested. I black out and when I "woke up in my dream" I saw the woman whose possession was stolen in a kind of execution room, lying on an operating table having her skull cap literally being cut using a saw. The woman is in a government/teacher pale yellow uniform with gold-rim glasses. Weird noh? So macabre...never have I dreamt of something like that. And that was when I was reading a book on philosophy!
Another, though this one happened a long time ago, is that all my friends and my enemies' friends were in a kind of waiting room, like in a hospital. My friends on one side and my enemies' friends on the other. I entered the room then they all looked up at me. A kind of a searching and puzzled look is what they gave me. Then--here's the scary part--Rita appeared from the end of the room and walked right up to me. Before I even start ignoring her, she hands me a letter...then we made up. We became friends then she whisphered something in my ear. I don't know what she whisphered; all I know is that I suddenly had the urge to go to the end of the room and give that letter to---eyuch--Duh-ah--I don't even know how he got there--...and then we've come to terms just when I was handing that letter enclosed in a white envelope. Gee...was I thinking of revenge too much? Help me! Does this present a neuro-psychological problem? Let me tell you this, all I know is that they are dreams. Just dreams. In fact they're not dreams at all--they're nightmares. Nightmares of the Soul....brrrrrrrr.