Second Soliloquy

A journey into the mindscape...

Dreamscapes, 2nd Ed.

I was going home (or just going?) from SM North taking the usual exit out, exept that I passed by the information counter (the place that sells internet cards and stuff) and bought a cellphone. It was the multicolored kind with a non-conventional keypad layout. I left SM with my backpack behind me (the usual), and a cellphone and credit card in my hand (dangerous, it could have been snatched be a robber anytime...). What the credit card was in particular, I fail to remember, though it might have been a Mastercard.

I went to the terminal where the jeeps going to UP were, except I took an FX to somewhere instead of a jeep going to UP. Why I took an FX, I do not know, though I remember that in the dream it was perfectly normal (I mean, in the dream I did not mistakenly ride an FX instead of a jeep). There were rumors going on about the credit card I was holding (or was it the cellphone) possibly being part of a scam. Not that anyone noticed mine, though.

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The cellphone would proabably be because of my lack of a properly functioning one right now. Currently, mine cannot send messages or make outgoing calls, though it can receive incoming messages and calls. But why does my subconscious want a multicolored one with a non-conventional keypad layout? Those are the ones I dont like...

I almost have no more money whatsoever. I don't get my allowance until classes start, and that's still next week. Thus, the credit card. I can buy stuff on credit and pay it later when I start getting my allowance (and stipends from the scholarship). Except I'm terrified of credit cards. What if I spend more than my income? Huh?

I usually take the jeep going to UP when I'm going home from SM North. The FX was proabably part of the route going to someone's house. But what's with the scam?

Out Again

All of a sudden, I find out the entire family is staying at a hotel for 2 nights because dad gets free accomodation. Right now, it's 6:34am, and we leave at 9am, so I better start packing. Hopefully, there's cable TV where we're staying (Discovery Channel? Animax? hopefully). Aside from that, most proabably I'll either be sleeping, writing (either the short story/novel I'm trying to work on), listening to instrumentals on a CD compilation (if I manage to burn one before we leave), or if the rare opportunity presents itself, wandering.

More details when I get back...

Isolation Island

The loneliness is killing me... I like my isolation most of the time, but I'd die in a week without social contact. That is, unless I manage to find something to distract my mind from the thoughts all day. So there is no way I could be a hermit, simply because I'd be suicidal in a week.

I wish classes would start already.

Dreamscapes, 1st Ed.

The first part featured a girl named Madeline. Actually, she's the same Madeline from the cartoons (think, they left the house at half past nine, in two straight lines, and the smallest one was...), except she's in her early twenties and is wearing a white dress. She was having a rather friendly dinner in a rather fancy restaurant with an older guy when at some point, she goes to the doorway. People are coming in with large white roses. By large, I mean if you stood one vertically on the ground, it would reach up to about her shoulders. Anyway, those people were handing the roses over to Madeline (for safekeeping?), who seems to be having trouble holding on to all those large flowers, because they keep toppling over out of her grasp.

In another part, a rooster... man... bleh, something that resembled both a rooster and a man started flying around singing random words (random only because I don't remember anymore) to the tune of "Bring Him Home" from the Les Miserables broadway musical, after getting his hat back.

Yep, I'm forcing recall on my dreams now, even if all I manage to catch are snippets.

15 Minutes?

I finished making a graphical representation of my schedule on Microsoft Excel, and I just noticed that on Thursdays I have 15 minutes in between Math 17 and CS 11...

...15 minutes all the way from the Math Building to Melchor Hall?!?

Flashes Of Lightning

I haven't seen a lightning storm in a long time. I really enjoy watching the dark sky light up with a flash of lightning, feeling the cold wind as the thunder rolls by, all on a backdrop of rain. So I curled up beside a window watching the skies, thinking. Unfortunately for me, I have to share the room with one of my siblings, and the door doesn't close properly, so I can't lock it. So now my thinking-to-myself time keeps getting interrupted.

The storm seemed to throw a few power surges around, because we were getting blackouts and stuff. I even got a warning message from the modem, saying the voltage on the line is too high. I almost thought the modem got fried again. Obviously not, since I'm here blogging again.

It Starts...

The past few days have been a bit, well, dizzy. First, I had to go to all sorts of places just to get my medical exam, my dental exam, and my report card. I just got cleared last Tuesday, so now I can say that for all 4 years in Pisay, I only get cleared at enrollment. Then, Thursday, I went to the orientation (good thing I made it in time), then to PH (Palma Hall) for enrollment, then to the infirmary because I forgot I still have to fix that medical certificate. Once there, I get lost deciding which line to fall in, get sent to the shopping center to photocopy the Xray results, go back to finish fixing the medical certificate, then back to PH. At registration, I get stuck at enlistment, since they're still fixing the CS11 classes (that's why CS11 was missing on the Form 5A). When I came back tomorrow, I had to pick another MST GE subject because the CS11 class overlapped on the schedule, thus requiring me to replace STS with Envi Sci. I later find out that STS is insanely hard. After one last sidetrip to the Kamia Residence Hall for the DOST scholarship thingy, I managed to finish.

After that, I went to the freshman orientation (my luch was a banana cue and water). It turned out to be... almost not worth it. The emcees (or whatever you call the people up front) reminded me of noontime show hosts. Apparently my sense of humor did not match theirs (for the most part). I ended up with a slight headache, proabably from forcing myself to stay awake. To top it off, the pep squad finished off with teaching everyone the cheers. That in itself would be okay, but the drums... any longer and I would need a hearing aid and a bottle of asprin.

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I get mixed feelings a lot of times. Maybe that's why I've defaulted to assuming two identities. I guess that's my own way of sorting out my emotions.

I want to see what happens next in my life. To be honest, college can seem a little exciting at times. But at the same time, I don't want to let go of pisay. Or batch '05. For that matter, I don't want to let go of anything, once I've gotten used to it.

The Medical/Dental Exam. But Mostly The Dental Exam.

Basically, we're allowed to have our medical/dental exam done outside, instead of at the infirmary, so I did.

The dentist says there's no space for my third molars. And then there's this tooth that's not in line. Cances are, I'm getting braces sometime soon.

Cheers.

Contracts Are Serious Things

I signed the contract for the DOST scholarship today, meaning I have to work for the Philippines for a duration of time equal to the number of years it takes me to finish college (in my case it would usually default to 4, but there's a microscopic chance I finish earlier).

There was an orientation at 8:00, giving everyone a chance to fill in any missing details. After that was the actual signing, at around 10:00 or so. It turns out that I was the last one to finish, partly because I was taking my time to go over the entire contract, just to make sure, and partly because my dad was half-busy having a talk with someone. But mainly because I was busy reading.

Don't want to get stuck in a bad situation just because of a little signature, now do we?

Personality Test

I obviously have nothing better to do

Your #1 Match: ISFJ

The Nurturer

You have a strong need to belong, and you very loyal.
A good listener, you excell at helping others in practical ways.
In your spare time, you enjoy engaging your senses through art, cooking, and music.
You find it easy to be devoted to one person, who you do special things for.

You would make a good interior designer, chef, or child psychologist.

Your #2 Match: ISFP

The Artist

You are a gifted artist or musician (though your talents may be dormant right now).
You enjoy spending your free time in nature, and you are good with animals and children.
Simply put, you enjoy bueaty in all its forms and live for the simple pleasures in life.
Gentle, sensitive, and compassionate - you are good at recognizing people's unspoken needs.

You would make a good veterinarian, pediatrician, or composer.

Your #3 Match: INFJ

The Protector

You live your life with integrity, originality, vision, and creativity.
Independent and stubborn, you rarely stray from your vision - no matter what it is.
You are an excellent listener, with almost infinite patience.
You have complex, deep feelings, and you take great care to express them.

You would make a great photographer, alternative medicine guru, or teacher.

What's Your Personality Type?

Are You Afraid Of The Half-Dark?

Are you afraid of the half-dark? Okay, that doesn't make much sense...

You know the time of day when the sun starts to slip below the horizon? The time when you would say it's getting dark? That's what I mean by 'half-dark'. When I'm inside a room without any of the lights on and it's getting dark, I usually get this wierd feeling... I start to get a bit nervous, scared, or just plain depressed for no reason at all.

I think it has something to do with the time I associated the darkening environment with my outlook on life at the time. And at that time, I was feeling rather depressed. At that time, I felt like my life was going on a downward spiral. Imagine the sun setting, then threatening never to rise again. Now imagine thinking that at sunset.

The wierd thing is, I only get that feeling when I'm inside a room with the lights off and with a window where the last traces of daylight slip though. It never happens with the lights on, of if I'm actually outside watching the sunset or something.