apart from them, i'd dreamt of the blue tadpole too.
i know the story of the pink tadpole hadn't consisted of any blue tadpoles. he's just a random additional character that exists in my life. you know, like how some animes have got characters that hadn't appeared in the manga?
anyway, apparently this blue tadpole had had an interest in me in the dream. he was sticking with me through-out, although i had been real quiet in exchange of his insistent attempts at conversation.
(this blue tadpole was a human. i'm just gonna address him as that for now.)
there was something about a wedding... a wedding, or some sort of formal event. there were many people and that was when i got separated from the blue tadpole.
at first i had been emotionless about it, just going on, and walking around the place on my own. everyone was dressed up and all, but i can't remember what i was wearing. i knew what the blue tadpole was wearing though; he was wearing blue.
eventually i started feeling a little under the blues (get it?) because the place was getting more and more crowded. at that point, i started looking around for the blue tadpole.
i found him awhile after, and we started making our way out. there had been a few flights of stairs; two that went up, and then one that went down.
we were at the foot of the one that went down, and that was when he stopped and kissed me. people started coming, but we continued to kiss and the other humans walked on as if he and i were invisible.
another segment of the dream had had a war atmosphere. everyone was loading up on their necessities, as i'd witnessed when i was taking a stroll along the little shops by the road.
and i know it was war, not apocalypse or anything like that, because i had been watching the news on television and they'd mentioned some Arabic names. this i remember so very clearly.
i don't remember most of the names, but i recall a Jamal and an Imran. at that moment, in the dream, had flashed a book i'd read once, An Act of Love, Alan Gibbons, about two childhood sworn brothers Chris and Imran who, when grown up, had to go against each other because of war.
*far-away gaze* i can't stop thinking of the blue tadpole. as i'd said, he exists in my life. he's someone i know. but i'm too embarrassed to mention any names. *grins*
o! and during my stroll (in the dream) i had actually been slurping on milk tea. good ole milk tea. there was also something about gum-flavoured tea, but that i don't remember in detail.
well. i'd just gotten back from the library, reading my new book; The Vanishing Game, Kate Kae Myers. truth be told i had been distracted off the book earlier. hadn't been able to fully focus. can't give you guys any reviews.
i'd done some thinking, and i think some couples are able to last only because they don't think of the future. they aren't afraid of opposition from their family members regarding their partners, because they don't even think of that.
well, it's what i think, anyway... especially regarding issues like race or religion.
i don't know if not thinking of the future is good, or bad. i think it's good because it means all they think of is the now, like, Hey i've got you now and that's all that matters, i don't really care about whether or not we'll be together in the future as long as you're here now, you know?
well it's what i think anyway. i'm not sure. what do you think?
that aside, i heard there'd been signs of a zombie disease in Miami? really? *look of disbelief* in my opinion, this is just due to all the stories that people came up with. with the help of technology, even urban legends can be brought to reality. how ironic.
speaking of urban legends.
i know the Loch Ness Monster, Bigfoot, the Slit-Mouthed Woman.
holy firetruck, i'm so scared just by having that third name on my computer screen. though i know i shouldn't even fear anything cause she only preys on children. i'm not a child !
well yeah. go research on her. it's pretty interesting. a Japanese urban legend.
and that aside, did you know that even my nerdy little brother is a lot more popular than me? the other time, i'd opened up the Facebook page and got so shocked to see 4 notifications before realizing it was still in my brother's account.
to me, even 4 is a lot. because every day, it's a struggle to receive 1.
and he has friends, okay? he has friends. he interacts with humans. and my older brother... when i first came into PRCS, many of the seniors had called out to me to ask if i am indeed Naqib's little sister.
and i'd mentioned before. even my parents are very very well-liked at their respective workplaces. they're the ones who add life and make their colleagues laugh all the time.
look at me.
i consider myself the Black Sheep of the family. really. no, there is absolutely nothing wrong with me. it is just the way i am.
in fact i shouldn't even look at myself as the Black Sheep of the family. instead, i should say i am the most unsociable in the family. at least i am on the top if this list is comparing the lack of sociability in my family.
get it? if you turn the list around, you're on top.
have i told you, i'd donated twice to Hope Worldwide Singapore. since i hadn't done my part for Flag Day, it's the least i could do.
DAMN! i am hungry. it's been awhile since i ate ice-cream. i still hadn't tried ice-cream cake. maybe i'll get one for myself on my birthday; a little solitary celebration.
i don't really have any intention of celebrating it with anybody else. neither does anybody else have the intention of celebrating with me, i bet.
i'll buy myself an ice-cream cake to consume on a carpark rooftop, and maybe i'll put up a little board with Happy 17th Birthday Solitary Author on it.
am pretty looking forward to it.
and upon us night falls.
i dislike nights, do you know that? my favourite time of the day is late evening, before night. too bad for me it doesn't last.
o man. just where is the foster brother? he's the only remaining human i still dare to interact with.
i'd like to go to MOC to get myself a few more tees with strange graphics on them.
i am hungry. i hope getting food for myself today wouldn't be as difficult as it had been last night. *sigh*
testing testing. what does this look like?
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