Dream Catcher Stories

Hey again! In case you're wondering why my posts are less than two hours apart, it's 'cause I've been in school since 7am (even if I knew my class doesn't start 'til 9am). Then suddenly, I found out that same class was moved to 10:30 am. And just now, that same class still, is cancelled (that may seem fun but it's not if you've been in school for almost four hours and it's been happening for four weeks now). Just to make things worse, my friends all decided to do something else before our 1:30 class (two went home, one won't be coming to that 1:30 class and is out with someone, and the other is still at home). So I guess off to the library for me...again.

Anyway, that's not really part of this post.

To begin things, I would like to ask you a question: "How do you really say you've stopped liking (liking /ˈlaɪ kɪŋ/ v. thinking of the person constantly; admiring the person. Synonym: crushing) someone?"

If you've read my previous post Why do girls watch drama?, you know that I haven't had a real crush before. And being an NBSB (No Boyfriend Since Birth), crushing is as far as it gets.

As far as I could remember, I've had probably five crushes that I could consider real. And each time, one crush ends when the other begins (or when we stop being classmates). But right now, I don't think that's the case. Or is it?

This time, it's a bit complicated (probably 'cause I'm older?). The last two people I used to like still would creep in on me sometimes (and the last time I've seen one of them is four months, the other sixteen).

I used to dream about them (sometimes separately, sometimes together - which is weird 'cause they've never met IRL). And when the dreams end, I remember them for a day or two, then they're back into the recesses of my subconscious. If you ask me if I like anyone during the normal days (normal days /ˈnɔr məl deɪz/ n. days when I don't dream of them or haven't dream't of them recently), I'll say nobody. If I see a post about liking somebody, no one pops into my mind.

It's like during normal circumstances, they're just part of my past, but when something triggers a memory, pictures of them just floods my mind. Like this morning, my uniform's collar was all messed up. As I was fixing it, I remember the time when one of them fixed my messy collar out of the blue. And the other day, when I was watching something on TV and the lead actors did something similar from what me and the other dude used too do, I would remember him as well.

The weirdest part: if you examine everything, it would seem that I still like the both of them at the same time. So what's happening to me?

I don't really know if my answer's correct, but I think I don't like them both anymore (or if I ever loved them, I don't love them that way anymore). It's just that I love the memories we had. They were good times and fun times. And maybe I just can't let go of them just yet. I remember my friend once told me that sometimes you really don't like the person anymore. It's the memories you had that you hold onto and not him. It's just that you got so used to telling everyone (including yourself) that he's the guy you like, that now that the feelings are gone, you get confused. I guess I'll find out in time (or maybe when I start liking someone else :P).

Lots of Love,

J<3

“Be careful when you shop or the snake twin might eat you.” This was the warning I heard from one of my dad’s elderly friends who have been fondly telling her tale to me, my sister and my mom in the last half hour.

Lots of Love,

J<3

To my 4B family, I love you guys with all my heart. I really, really miss you. I hope we can all set some time off our busy schedules and see each other again. I miss you, and I hope to see you ALL soon. >:D<  :*

Oh the joys of being a teenager - being in high school, hanging out with your BFFs, going to parties, being carefree and living life to the fullest, and the best of all, having SLEEPOVERS!

I was 15 when I first experienced my first sleepover, although it wasn't really a sleepover 'cause the sleepover happened in our house. Since then, I've only experienced one real sleepover because most sleepovers we have that I get to go to are held at home.

Although this was the case, I always have a blast in all my sleepovers. In a stereotypical slumber party, you would imagine teenage girls in their jammies, playing board games, giggling over boys and painting each other's nails. To tell you the truth, this isn't really what we do (although we may do some of those sometimes, i.e. giggling over boys and being in our jammies).

But really, is this all we do? Nope! We do tons of other stuff. Take my recent sleepover for example. My high school friends and I decided to have a sleepover at our house, and at first we DID have a little "guy-talk". But afterwards, we had other things in mind. We watched a movie, chatted even more, took photos, sang, played some instruments, more chatting, watched videos, tweeted (a lot), slept (DUH!), exercised (something unusual, but we still did it), cooked, defrosted our fridge (unintentional and tiring, but fun) and teased each other along the way.

And in each sleepover we have, we get to learn something new about ourselves. During lunch, we realized how mature we already are. In high school, we used to talk about silly things like scary movies, jokes, funny stories and other stuff. We still talk about these other times, but we were surprised when we found ourselves talking about politics. We may be incoming college juniors, but we still feel like the high school girls we once were. That's why we end up a little stunned when we find things which makes us more adult than kids. We do realize that more than half of our group are already considered adults by the society for being 18 years old. And the rest of us are turning 18 ourselves in a few months, so maybe age-wise we are kind of mature.

At the beginning of writing this blog, I thought I was doing this because I wanted to write about what really happens in sleepovers. But as I went along, I think what I wanted to write more about is how I miss spending time with my high school friends. Being with them made me miss high school a whole lot and it made me realize how much I don't want to be an adult yet because I don't believe I am ready. I don't know how to face life as an adult because I've been so used to being a kid that I'm gonna miss being one. But actually I think no matter what we are doing - whether it's having a sleepover or growing up, what makes it fun and enjoyable is not what we do, but who we were with.

Lots of Love,

J<3