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I had the weirdest dream.. I'm going to write it here so people I don't want to see it won't see it. >:)
My family and I were running late for our flight back home from Bacolod. I was one of the last to board the plane. So I got there, opened this "compartment" with the help of one of the stewards, stuffed my maleta in, and looked for my seat. I passed by this American father-and-son who were separated by the aisle. I passed by a few more people (a young boy, I think) until I got to my mom. I sat down and it was SUPER crowded with all our stuff: pillows, maletas, computers, toys, etc.
After the flight, we went down to our car. The car was also overstuffed! The pillows in the plane were also there, and they were pretty gosh darn comfy, too! I asked for my computer, but my sister gave me my mom's computer bag by mistake. So I asked her to put the computer back in the bag, but being Chenoa, she wouldn't do it. But she did finally get my computer. But when I opened it, I was surprised to hear it playing music! It was on pala the whole time during the flight! I wanted to use my computer, but I didn't want to use up the battery, which was only 7%.
Things get labo. I think what follows is another dream. Or a continuation of this one, I'm not so sure.
Yay. School. I'm in class with Miss Guloya, but it isn't really a class (or the class was already finished). She and I were sitting on a table, and the rest of the class were talking. She asked me for my name, and it took several tries before she got it right.
Our next teacher was taking a long time in getting to class! So we were getting all antsy: "Where's Sir Gary? Is he downstairs? Baka he's downstairs." (Ah, Sir Gary, you say. But in my dream.. He was 14-year-old Mateo. Named Gary.) We waited for quite a bit, until Sir Gary (the real Sir Gary, but with a different name I don't remember) decided to take us around. There were seniors in our class, too, for some reason.
So, ikot-ikot the school. And then I see.. Joriz. He was wearing red. He was in school, so our class was all in celebrity-mode, but I tried to hide and yeah. But he saw me and took hold of my arm: "Go online tonight, Miks?" I wrenched myself free (the scene changes from "beside the clinic" to the old "sophomore lounge" as we switch views) and, without looking at him, say something like, "I have school." After I walk away, I was all, "OMG. He's here in the Philippines!! WHY?!"
Finally, Sir Gary arrives. But I'm all confused, because I know Mateo-"Sir Gary" to be all thin and young. The one that arrived was, well, not. He was this big guy with his standing-up hair. But he got to class so late, that the class was already over.
The class went inside the comcen, where I saw this freaky figure in RED just sitting cross-legged on the table. Joriz followed us to class. But for some reason, the next moment, he was gone. And then SIR HAJ welcomes our visitor. And then out of nowhere goes, "I want to to look at that girl by the door." My heart does this pounding-wrenching thing. "Sa counter, two seats back." Shet, ME.
He pulls out this editorial that Joriz wrote, and asks several members of the class to read segments. Joriz was back, sitting cross-legged again. The editorial, I don't remember na. My classmates weren't talking loud enough. (haha) But part of it was something like, "because I love.. Mikli." Holy kamote, I was so embarrassed. Chiann was one of the people reading the editorial. Joriz wasn't there nanaman, so I was looking for him by that window-by-the-door of the comcen, trying to give him the finger.
Meggie saw me and was like, "That's what Kat does!" (giving the finger, but not quite.. just raising the middle finger slightly). Joriz was back, and I asked him about the editorial he wrote, "When, 2001?! Or whatever, two years ago! 2004! What's that doing here?!" Then he said something like, "I couldn't control it." So I got all pissed at Joriz for writing the stupid thing, and Sir Haj for digging it up.
I think that's the last part I remember.. But..
During the time Sir Gary (with the different name) was taking us around, he asked us to do this activity where we smear glue all over these bracelets. Baka daw we'll learn something new about the Sir Gary who wasn't there yet (Mateo). So we put glue, and we were all like, "This is useless." Until someone peels the glue and sees the word "Mike" etched on the bangle. So we all do the same, and I'm like, "Is Mateo/Sir Gary gay? What's 'Mike' doing here?"
Haha.
... I think that's it. It was freakier in "real life"..
Oh well. Riding tomorrow. =))
My family and I were running late for our flight back home from Bacolod. I was one of the last to board the plane. So I got there, opened this "compartment" with the help of one of the stewards, stuffed my maleta in, and looked for my seat. I passed by this American father-and-son who were separated by the aisle. I passed by a few more people (a young boy, I think) until I got to my mom. I sat down and it was SUPER crowded with all our stuff: pillows, maletas, computers, toys, etc.
After the flight, we went down to our car. The car was also overstuffed! The pillows in the plane were also there, and they were pretty gosh darn comfy, too! I asked for my computer, but my sister gave me my mom's computer bag by mistake. So I asked her to put the computer back in the bag, but being Chenoa, she wouldn't do it. But she did finally get my computer. But when I opened it, I was surprised to hear it playing music! It was on pala the whole time during the flight! I wanted to use my computer, but I didn't want to use up the battery, which was only 7%.
Things get labo. I think what follows is another dream. Or a continuation of this one, I'm not so sure.
Yay. School. I'm in class with Miss Guloya, but it isn't really a class (or the class was already finished). She and I were sitting on a table, and the rest of the class were talking. She asked me for my name, and it took several tries before she got it right.
Our next teacher was taking a long time in getting to class! So we were getting all antsy: "Where's Sir Gary? Is he downstairs? Baka he's downstairs." (Ah, Sir Gary, you say. But in my dream.. He was 14-year-old Mateo. Named Gary.) We waited for quite a bit, until Sir Gary (the real Sir Gary, but with a different name I don't remember) decided to take us around. There were seniors in our class, too, for some reason.
So, ikot-ikot the school. And then I see.. Joriz. He was wearing red. He was in school, so our class was all in celebrity-mode, but I tried to hide and yeah. But he saw me and took hold of my arm: "Go online tonight, Miks?" I wrenched myself free (the scene changes from "beside the clinic" to the old "sophomore lounge" as we switch views) and, without looking at him, say something like, "I have school." After I walk away, I was all, "OMG. He's here in the Philippines!! WHY?!"
Finally, Sir Gary arrives. But I'm all confused, because I know Mateo-"Sir Gary" to be all thin and young. The one that arrived was, well, not. He was this big guy with his standing-up hair. But he got to class so late, that the class was already over.
The class went inside the comcen, where I saw this freaky figure in RED just sitting cross-legged on the table. Joriz followed us to class. But for some reason, the next moment, he was gone. And then SIR HAJ welcomes our visitor. And then out of nowhere goes, "I want to to look at that girl by the door." My heart does this pounding-wrenching thing. "Sa counter, two seats back." Shet, ME.
He pulls out this editorial that Joriz wrote, and asks several members of the class to read segments. Joriz was back, sitting cross-legged again. The editorial, I don't remember na. My classmates weren't talking loud enough. (haha) But part of it was something like, "because I love.. Mikli." Holy kamote, I was so embarrassed. Chiann was one of the people reading the editorial. Joriz wasn't there nanaman, so I was looking for him by that window-by-the-door of the comcen, trying to give him the finger.
Meggie saw me and was like, "That's what Kat does!" (giving the finger, but not quite.. just raising the middle finger slightly). Joriz was back, and I asked him about the editorial he wrote, "When, 2001?! Or whatever, two years ago! 2004! What's that doing here?!" Then he said something like, "I couldn't control it." So I got all pissed at Joriz for writing the stupid thing, and Sir Haj for digging it up.
I think that's the last part I remember.. But..
During the time Sir Gary (with the different name) was taking us around, he asked us to do this activity where we smear glue all over these bracelets. Baka daw we'll learn something new about the Sir Gary who wasn't there yet (Mateo). So we put glue, and we were all like, "This is useless." Until someone peels the glue and sees the word "Mike" etched on the bangle. So we all do the same, and I'm like, "Is Mateo/Sir Gary gay? What's 'Mike' doing here?"
Haha.
... I think that's it. It was freakier in "real life"..
Oh well. Riding tomorrow. =))