Thursday, July 30, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Weird
Have you ever had a dream where you just don't fit in, but the storyline does? I'm not making any judgment or anything, but today was the first time I ever woke up crying. Yes, crying. It's really strange. My eyes kind of hurt right now too. Ohk, so I set my alarm to 8:30am because I don't want be used to waking up at 10am or anything. I woke up, today, at that time, but I was making myself enjoy my rest since I rarely sleep in. My dreams are short, but when I wake up it's like 3-4 hours, and I wonder how that's possible.. Anyways, here it goes:
I'm in a van of 6 pople, my brother Nathaniel, and tall african guy, my mom(driving) a little african girl, and a little filipino girl and myself. I don't know their names, I don't know their faces. But I think I was in Europe or Asia. We're driving around this ghetto neighborhood. The streets were covered with trash, and the walls were all tagged. Far on the other side is a beautiful place filled with golden houses and golden streets. Us, where are we? Of course we're in the streets. Empty bottles have been thrown at us by random men that wore nothing but a covering for their private area, who stood by garbage cans that lit on fire. The little filipino girl would always scream and yell. The tall man in the back would cover his ears, and sway his body back and forth. The little african girl would keep quiet and hold her legs close to her face. Nathaniel, he's just sitting as if it's a regular car ride. My mom, is on the right side. So she's driving on the right side of the car. Me? I'm just staring at all these helpless people, in the car, outside the car. And how I wish we could go to that place filled with gold and happiness. The tall man starts screaming, overlapping the volume of the little filipino girl's voice. She then stays quiet as a rat. The tall man is yelling, "Where are we??! Why am I heree?! What's happening??! I've been sitting here all day!" Everyone continued to look forward, wherever my mom was driving. I just stare at him as he continues to take over everyone's freedom of speech. Greatly, he starts to tell us a story about himself and his family. He seems to calm down at the moment. ".. But if my family is not near me, and I'm in this car with these people, why should I waste my time saving myself?! Let me out! MOVE!"
At this point, (now that I'm awake) I think I'm in a world of lonliness and hoplessness.
For this matter, this man could not calm down. My mom locked the doors, literally. The doors were locked with chains and everything, we couldn't go out, no way will my mom let us. This time, the tall man starts hyperventalating. Saying he'll never survive saying he'll give up on life, wishing he'd be outside with the lonely men out side of the car. Then, I finally said, "Wait. Look, there's a possibility your parents will be in that golden place. Just be patient! I know how hard it is to know if you're parents or family is still alive, because see here, my mom is the only one I have, and my grandma? We don't know yet until we get there. I want you to know that, there's still a chance, because if you give up now, and you assume your mom and grandma are not there or here, WHO ARE YOU GOING TO TURN TO? I hope it's not going to be your mom, or grandma, or a talking squirrel. You've got to look up, fold your hands and pray to God."
I was like desperately crying while I said this to him
His face showed that he was attentive and his mind was clear of disaster. And that's when I woke up crying.
How interesting.
I'm in a van of 6 pople, my brother Nathaniel, and tall african guy, my mom(driving) a little african girl, and a little filipino girl and myself. I don't know their names, I don't know their faces. But I think I was in Europe or Asia. We're driving around this ghetto neighborhood. The streets were covered with trash, and the walls were all tagged. Far on the other side is a beautiful place filled with golden houses and golden streets. Us, where are we? Of course we're in the streets. Empty bottles have been thrown at us by random men that wore nothing but a covering for their private area, who stood by garbage cans that lit on fire. The little filipino girl would always scream and yell. The tall man in the back would cover his ears, and sway his body back and forth. The little african girl would keep quiet and hold her legs close to her face. Nathaniel, he's just sitting as if it's a regular car ride. My mom, is on the right side. So she's driving on the right side of the car. Me? I'm just staring at all these helpless people, in the car, outside the car. And how I wish we could go to that place filled with gold and happiness. The tall man starts screaming, overlapping the volume of the little filipino girl's voice. She then stays quiet as a rat. The tall man is yelling, "Where are we??! Why am I heree?! What's happening??! I've been sitting here all day!" Everyone continued to look forward, wherever my mom was driving. I just stare at him as he continues to take over everyone's freedom of speech. Greatly, he starts to tell us a story about himself and his family. He seems to calm down at the moment. ".. But if my family is not near me, and I'm in this car with these people, why should I waste my time saving myself?! Let me out! MOVE!"
At this point, (now that I'm awake) I think I'm in a world of lonliness and hoplessness.
For this matter, this man could not calm down. My mom locked the doors, literally. The doors were locked with chains and everything, we couldn't go out, no way will my mom let us. This time, the tall man starts hyperventalating. Saying he'll never survive saying he'll give up on life, wishing he'd be outside with the lonely men out side of the car. Then, I finally said, "Wait. Look, there's a possibility your parents will be in that golden place. Just be patient! I know how hard it is to know if you're parents or family is still alive, because see here, my mom is the only one I have, and my grandma? We don't know yet until we get there. I want you to know that, there's still a chance, because if you give up now, and you assume your mom and grandma are not there or here, WHO ARE YOU GOING TO TURN TO? I hope it's not going to be your mom, or grandma, or a talking squirrel. You've got to look up, fold your hands and pray to God."
I was like desperately crying while I said this to him
His face showed that he was attentive and his mind was clear of disaster. And that's when I woke up crying.
How interesting.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Summery weeks
2 nights ago, I just came back from the church carwash. We didn't make as much as last time. Actually we made less than $100. The other carwash was around$300. See the difference? Well, we did our best plus we only did it for 4 hours. Last time was pretty long. Ivy and Rae came along to our house and we pretty much chilled. I got to finish some parts of my wall (painting). I have random drawings on my wall. My dad just stared at it for 10 minutes then walked away. Well, it's my design. Although I may not like it, haha, I'm still proud of my art work. Rae chilled in my room playing games on the laptop. She's still a little kid. Had church youth bible study after service. Kuya Wes gave an example and it was basically like regardless of how you look go on and knock on the door of your neighboor's burning house. Then Kuya Wayne was like, "What if you were naked?" All we thought was what if haha, it took a while for Kuya Wayne to settle his humor. Went straight home. Chilled, then went to walmart to buy some shorts. Unfortunately I don't know if I'd like to use them for camp. But I'll bring it anyways. I still need to go shopping haha. That's all for today, I'm going to go read my book that I have to finish by this week. then when I come back, Jovill will help me with the narrative of fredrick douglas and I'm going to have to annotate and read that for a week in august. Then the next two weeks, will be catfish and mandala,; also simulation on August 3rd.
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