My superhero

When I was younger, Superman was my image of a superhero. I can’t remember if I knew about him earlier than Batman but he’s the only one for me.  I fell in love with him specially his LOOKs. Christopher Reeves (may he rest in peace) is the only Superman for me. In fact, I think, my Ken (the partner of Barbie, and the other agonist of my ideal childhood world), looked like him!

So, the movie Superman is back. Pero maybe, I won’t think of something like - “Superman, save me too!”. It’ll just be a plain movie like any other.

The real Superman is gone. And so is my fascination for superheroes… (or rather a superhero) because I don’t really enjoy any other superhero flick. 

Language

I’ve finally received the email (from a sign language interpratation group) I’ve been waiting for all summer.

Gosh. I was so excited when I had the gut to email them (it was not easy)

But apparently, they didn’t have any training/seminar that is held during the summer. They said the next schedule of classes would be starting on the 24th of June.

Argh. I’d be too busy for our internship and thesis this year.

Sayang talaga. Learning this language is one of the things I should learn before I die. For me, it’s a more universal and important language to learn (although we’re taught American sign language). I was hoping I could learn sign language before my internship.

Basta. I have to learn this before I start working.

I have a Type B+ Personality?

Do You Have a Type A Personality?

** Is there really such thing as B+ Personality? Still, I think the description is quite true. **

Are your vices killing your finances?

quoted from http://moneycentral.msn.com 

Morning buzz: Let’s count the beans

OK, enough with the ear beating: We’re not about to argue that your morning self-defibrillation with Colombia’s legal cash crop is a bad thing. Indeed, according to the National Coffee Association, the average American consumes more than three cups of hot brown bean water daily. Heck, if it weren’t for coffee, even Bankrate.com might be little more than a blank screen!

Bankrate average price for a Starbucks double tall latte: $4.

• Daily double tall latte: $4
  
• Weekly: $28
  
• Monthly: $120
  
• Annually: $1,460

You know what? When you consider the Wi-Fi access, the social and business contacts, the career advancement you can expect for all your buzzed-out hard work and the free chocolate-covered espresso bean that comes with it, that morning ‘Bucks bump is one luxury you can definitely afford. Enjoy!

Uhmm.. let’s see, here in the Philippines

1 tall latte: P110

3x a week: P330

Monthly: P1,320

Annually: P15,840

What?!? It’s already my tuition for 3 semesters, a grand Boracay getaway (ok, as of the moment, I won’t probably spend much money on vacations), a month’s rent and allowance for a decent condo in the city, a new model of cellphone, (thinking: damn!) —

I’ve wasted a lot of money. And to think it’s even not my money. And the young kids?!? As young as they are, they already know this kind of vice! (although healthwise it’s better than alcohol and cigarettes)

Ansama ko. See, I’ve actually known this ever since.  And I’m not even sure I can give up drinking over priced coffee.

Weird Dreams

They say creative minds show through creative kind of dreams (I’ve really read about this before but it’s way before so I can’t quote any source). These are people who dream of fictional characters - monsters, adventure, superheros, etc.

But never was I aware that I dreamt of those things. Would this mean I don’t have a creative blood? Wait.. I’m a lefty (left-handed)!

Anyway, I just remembered a few of my dreams. Do you know what’s common among them? They’re all about school, and I usually dream of these sorts a few days before the start of my class. Too excited about school huh? But there’s more, playing as a self-pscyhologist, I think my dreams can be interpreted as a reflection of some of my fears.

I’ll try describe them as accurate as I can remember.

1. I once had a dream of being locked in school after school hours. I was in what we call the “Tuazon Center”, one of the ‘liblib’ parts of our school where they grow herbal plants. That place has an eerie feel accompanied by ‘uban legends’ about souls of nuns roaming around.  That was just all, I was alone in that place.

2. I also had a dream of staying late at school because I was left by my school bus. Luckily I was with a friend and we somehow enjoyed our stay in the school because when the guards reported that we were still waiting for our ’sundo’, the nuns invited us for dinner. It was a fest acutually, which is (so) in contrast with what they taught us :”one solid-one liquid”.   

3. One of my worst dreams was when I did something bad in school (I really can’t remember what) but I kept on running from one of our school heads. I was flaming mad and I threw a stone which hit our chapel window. Oww… I felt really bad when I woke up.

4. This is one of the weirder ones. I was back in prep school with my fave small bag (the one with cartoon-head-stuff design (go figure..). The thing is I went up my school and then I noticed I wasn’t wearing anything. I was totally naked. Freaky.

5. I also had a dream of seeing one of my friend (NBSB), in our uniform, pregnant and happy.

6. Another dream about pregnancy is about my college friend. She brought me in the comfort room where she took a pregnancy test. When it showed positive we’re having a discussion about what she could do. The last I remembered is that she said: “Di bali, we still have 4 months”. It could mean she still has four months to do whatever morbid thing before the ‘bulge’ will show or four months to decipher how she’ll brake the new to her parents. Hay…

6. I’ve also had a number of dreams about being in class. One is I was in my highschool uniform with my highschool classmates and my highschool teacher but we are in the lobby of Rizal hall of UPM. Probably, this was in my first year in the uni. Another is when one of my teacher got mad and she decided to let half of the class stay outside the classroom while she continued lecturing those left inside the room.

These are all I can remember so far. Paging interpreters. Hehe. I’m too boring(for most I think).

Next time (not in the near future), I’ll post my non-school related dreams.