December 4th, 2007 Save the Puppies!

I had such a horrible dream. I actually woke up feeling guilty about it. It wasn’t my fault I dreamt it or anything, but I still felt horrible.

In the dream, I was still living in my old house (man, I miss that place). I owned a fox-like female dog and a friend (we’ll call him Randy) had a brown fox-like male dog.

So he came over and the next day, my dog had puppies! Cute little brown fluffy things. Randy decided to stay over. The third day, I couldn’t find the seven puppies.

I looked everywhere. I mean everywhere!

Then I opened the freezer door to my fridge and there they were. Frozen in little ziplock pouches…

I started crying, of course. and Randy told me “Hey. Just let them thaw, they’ll be fine.” So I did. But when they started thawing, the puppies melted into clear water!

I was pretty much devastated. I had only one puppy left because the others melted into water like clear ice. Then my older brother looks at the water-filled pouches and says “That’s what you get for not calling me”.

WTF?

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December 3rd, 2007 Create a Title

I can’t think of a proper title for this entry. So you can call it whatever you want in your heads, ‘kay?

My life has been pretty crazy and doing flips lately.

My main concern is my mother, who like I said in the previous post, has breast cancer. Well, almost.

The doctors told her she has breast cancer, but they need to perform a biopsy (take a piece of the ill tissue in her breast and thoroughly examine it) before being absolutely sure.

So she’s been put on Prosac for depression and some other medications to prepare her body for the biopsy in a few weeks. Other than that, I don’t really know what I should be writing here.

I love my mom but we’ve had such a crappy relationship. We’re steadily working on it, not holding back information or lying to each other, trying to be civil. I know it’ll take time to heal the wounds but so be it. Time is supposed to help and I have a lot of that on my mind.

I’d like to think she’s making an effort like this because she’s facing her mortality. No one wants to die leaving things to shit with their family. So I’m proud of her, but not surprised, that if this kills her, she wants to make amends.

Afterall, I do love my mom at the end of the day. I think she really just needed this shock to realize I’m not a baby and I can take care of myself when it’s time for her to leave us.

Oh yeah. New layout. Well, it’s Tarski. But I did a little customization. Nothing amazing on my part.

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November 5th, 2007 Lives, They Come in Six-Packs

It’s certainly been a while since I’ve blogged. Kind of feels like As soon as October hit, I called it quits.

Not so, I’m still here. Contemplating a lot of things in my head, quietly, nervously, wondering when it’ll be the right time to do a lot of life-changing things.

But I don’t want to get into that, nope.

How did you all spend your Halloween? I had a blast! I’ll write about it maybe tomorrow or whenever I get the urge to write something up again.

I’ve been having freak nightmares and I wish they’d go away.

One that keeps repeating is the death of my kitty, Simba. I keep dreaming that I’m alone in the house, it’s late at night. For some reason I’m compelled to get out of bed and head downstairs.

Everything is completely dark except for neon colors oozing from no where (it resembles the Bioshock enviorment). And when I turn the corner to the kitchen, there’s my mother, strangling my kitten.

I could be having this nightmare for several reasons.

  1. Simba keeps peeing inside the house. And this gets my mother furious. Though I personally don’t see the big deal. She tends to blow things out of proportion. At this point she really hates the cat.
  2. This is symbolising what will happen to Simba (or me) when I tell my mother all my life plans.
  3. I need to stop eating Halloween chocolate before going to bed.

You have your pick, really.

Vel, a close friend of mine, moved away on Saturday. She came to see me shortly before she left. I was feeling pretty bad the last few days and was asleep when she came over, so my mother did most of the talking and I tried to grasp what was going on.

At first I regretted not telling her I’ll miss her, to take care, things of that depressing, Final notion.

But then after thinking about it, it was better that I hadn’t said those things. All I said was “Bye! It’s not the end!” and gave her a hug. It’s better this way. Because we both know it’s not the end, but rather a bigger path is opening in life.

It obviously won’t be the last time I see her or her family, so the thought of “I’ll catch you later, ‘kay?” was all that needed to be said.

See you later, Vel! I wanna see pics of your new house when it’s furnished. =P

Good Deed: I helped a very nice woman find the registration building, and helped her sign up for registration (she barely spoke English, much less reads the language). I feel really good right now.

Edit: I didn’t know you could search tags via the search field on WordPress blogs. That blows my mind. Maybe that’s how tags are supposed to work, I don’t know. I still have no idea what tags really are or what they’re supposed to do, but the fact that I can add them to specific posts and can then search for them later to edit or whathaveyou, is freakin’ amazing.

Call me an old fart, but DAMN that is mighty hot. Thank you, WordPress devs, for integrating tags into your script. It just blew my mind for a minute there.

@Mitch: I’d like to request a favor! It’s very small but very important (at least to me, hee).

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