First Post
Hello. I’m new here, though I am not new at blogging. I have been wanting to blog again, but after so many attempts to revive my old blog, I still haven’t been updating it consistently. Maybe what I need is a new blog, so here I am.
I thinking of making this blog also a dream journal of sorts. I have been having a lot of dreams lately, and most of them I could remember. They say that dreams are very hard to remember, but through practice, one can sharpen his or her memory in order to not forget his or her dreams.
Of course I’ll also be writing about my day. Or whatever that comes to mind. I might also, occasionally post the lyrics of songs I currently like. And I’ll also be ranting about my life, be it academic, social, or whatever-life, as a student of the Electrical and Electronics Engineering Institute of the University of the Philippines Diliman.
Oh, I’m still debating whether or not I’ll be dropping names of my friends here. Maybe I’ll give them nicknames, or whatever.
So here goes.
I dreamt that I was swimming with my orgmates. We were all on one side of the pool, and for some reason, our goal was to swim to the opposite side of the pool, but we may only cross at most two at a time. I can’t remember the reason why we may only cross at most two at a time, but that’s what happened. And there’s another rule, once we have crossed the pool towards the opposite side, someone must go back first before two people can cross again. Still, I don’t remember why. The thing I most remember is that I was great swimmer, which is not the case in real life. And that I enjoy it when I swim with, uhm, Chameleon. (What kind of name is that?)
(Okay let me explain. I’ll be giving my friends nicknames. They have something to do with songs I associate with them. So, yeah, Chameleon is not his real name.)
I know I had another dream after that, but it has slipped through my mind already.
Anyway, this morning, I woke up around 3 or 4 am, and it was freezing! And it’s scary because it’s November 1, I my mom has just informed us that we wont be visiting the cemetery this year. So, I’m thinking, they visited us this morning. I turned off the fan, put on my jacket, got under seven pillows and under a blanket, and still, I was shivering. Or maybe it’s just the Christmas season.
There. I haven’t eaten breakfast yet so, bye.
