Fret not ’cause I have already created a new blog with a new domain name: Swexie.me

This blog will be launched on my 27th birthday, and that will be on December 29, 2011! Show me some love! =)

It started in a classroom setting.. My classmates were there, twas in A1A, I guess, but the exit door was in the far left corner instead of the right. When I went outside, the classroom turned into a makeshift boat, we were sailing! Then there were big waves. It was scary. There were sharks. Big sharks. I went inside the “classroom” again, it wasn’t the same classroom, it was like a part of a boat (duh?), and then I saw my family there – - – Mom, Dad, Dani, April, and Grace. Ate Christine and Jun2 were not there, though. Dad told me to look for my goggles, I couldn’t find it. I was so scared that time. Then the boat was washed away into a shallow area with lots of bamboo (aren’t they supposed to be mangrove?). Then there were rescuers but they ignored me, I don’t know why. I remember some chinese characters written in one of the posters hanging on a tree.

My cellphone beeped. I woke up. It was yeba, and it all just made it worse. I don’t want to mix th thought of shipwreck and yeba at the same time. Damn!

Gossip Girl and The High School Musical have invaded the world. I am not talking about teen drama here, but, I can’t help but compare the movie (High School Musical) from the tv series (Gossip Girl).

Both delve in teenager issues and both linger in highschool environment. But, the two are very different.

Maybe you also noticed the difference. First point, HSM is way wholesome than GG. Maybe it’s because HSM is produced by Disney and Disney’s been a producer of General Patronage movies. GG, on the other hand, invites a more mature audience as their highschool cast are so much more inclined into relationship issues and scandals.

HSM and GG seem to show that there are two faces of high school. Upper Eastside of Manhattan New York is way different from East High of Salt Lake City, Utah.

Second point, I would have to say that HSM pictures what parents would want their teenagers to be: no sex, no drugs, no violence, everything is so perfect except for a li’l bit of rivalry. GG pictures the elite academic institution bombarded with issues of cliques, jealousy, sex, drugs and so much intrigues.

Anyway, despite the difference, High School Musical (with an upcoming HSM 3) and Gossip Girl (which is continually airing on cwtv) both sell. And they sell millions. I am a fan of both. HSM is a feel-good movie, while GG is addictive. HSM draws me because of its music while GG’s “gossip” is very inviting.

It’s September and when it’s already in the “ber” months, we Filipinos consider it to be Christmas Season! Yepey! Gracie kept on asking mom to put up the Christmas tree and other decorations in our house. But I don’t think mom would start redecorating until after halloween.

Anyway, I have nothing else to babble.. Got to work!

I don’t know what’s got into me but I’ve been posting my dreams here.. Anyway, I’ve had weird dreams for two consecutive nights now.. Are dreams supposed to be weird? I don’t know. Maybe I am just weird…

My dream two nights ago was in a  classroom setting. I was late for class. When I entered the classroom, I removed my shoes, for unknown reasons, my classmates were wearing slippers, socks or were barefeet. I was really late and the professor was conducting a recitation. When I faced the teacher, I was surprised to see that he is no less than the former president Ferdinand E. Marcos! Wow! Can you imagine being a student of a dictator? I know for sure that Marcos was a very good lawyer (he was a topnotcher and he did it on his own!). He was strict, more strict than he-who-must-not-be-named! Hahaha! It made me think, what if Marcos is still alive today? And what if he’s really one of my professors? Thinking of that questions is dreadful enough!

Last night, my dream was about a reunion. It was not really a big reunion, it was more like a gathering of old friends (and boyfriends? hehehe)… What I can remember is that we were in this big pool but there were big waves! Not like the ones on 8 waves resort, the waves were really HUGE… It’s not realistic (well, it’s just a dream). But then, I was able to remember that in that dream, I and “somebody” are really good friends… Who could that “somebody” be? Secret… Hehehe… It just feels so good to let go of anger and ill feelings… Life’s a matter of acceptance, as Thea said last night… I’m sure glad that I’ve come to accept some things in my past… And I can smile at it now… Going back to my dream, after the pool scene, we were playing volleyball in a muddy hill… Waaah! Dreams are really weird… We got muddy…

Somebody sent me that quote above. If only I received this quote two or three years earlier, then maybe, just maybe, I would’ve sent it to ***… Lol! I just hate it when I remember myself waiting patiently (or stupidly?!) for someone!

Dad always said that I should be patient and considering the fact that sister’s in a far place, the least thing that we could do is to give her support by sending her her allowance (and the like). As someone who manages the family’s finances, I could barely breathe as tuition-time comes. Two children on graduate studies (I am one of those burdens since I’ve resigned from my regular job), another two children on college (good thing one is already in graduating class), one child in highschool (with monthly tuition fees to pay), and one in special education. I know it’s not my money that I’m managing and I have no right whatsoever to deprive my siblings of anything specially in their needs but I feel like the savings we have is more like a sinking fund than savings! It really stresses me out! And worse, here comes sister demanding and demanding and demanding.

Writing this blog makes me hate my sister more… As requested, I’ll send her my cellular phone, once I have the money to send it. Yes, I hate her!