Things I am grateful for:
How soulful Boyz II Men songs are, especially End Of The Road.
The pouring rain of yesterday's thunder storm on the windshield of Alice's car.
The herbal tea that my aunt left for me on the dresser.
How a cup of milk tea fills me with nostalgia of my childhood.
How when it's cold, I can curl my toes into a blanket.
The saltiness of Chinese fish and lack of in Chinese soup and veggies.
The adventure dreams take me when I'm calm and steady.
How beautiful life truly is when you get back to the basics.
Dream:
I kept rushing to catch buses and there was a strange person that interrupted me who had been teaching kids. She was odd and annoying; I knew something was wrong with her when she started to talk to me and I wanted to get away from her ASAP. I grabbed people that I knew to help me get away from her and when they saw who I was talking to, they would rush off.
Then later on, there was this really cute boy. He was the classic white boy, tall with blue eyes. At first we were friends, but then it led to this slow affection for him. When I was around him, I was happy in a tranquil way.
We ended up in this house with others and I was in this one room that reminded me of my grandparent's old house in LI, it was oriental and had an antique feeling to it. And after I left the room, everyone was sitting at a table, and I was sitting next to the cute boy; I felt at ease. I could tell he felt the same way about me. For once, things were working out with someone I was interested in. When I returned to the room, one of my female friends was there. There was a archery target and she had been shooting arrows before we ate. I had a feeling that she felt guilty about something afterward, so she told me to shoot arrows into her mouth. She told me to make sure I got the middle, the bull's eye of her mouth.
I kept aiming, and I was sure that I would have gotten a bull's eye if I let go, but I couldn't do it. I didn't want to risk hurting her. I didn't shoot. What's stranger is that the room I was in, every time I entered, the room was overwhelmingly humid. I assumed there was a ghost because when I left the room, the other rooms were at normal temperatures. Then this old man enter and instantly knew something was wrong and knew there was a spirit. He immediately told me to pray 60 times.
Any who, I still woke up with that happy feeling I had for that boy. I'm glad to be home.
Then later on, there was this really cute boy. He was the classic white boy, tall with blue eyes. At first we were friends, but then it led to this slow affection for him. When I was around him, I was happy in a tranquil way.
We ended up in this house with others and I was in this one room that reminded me of my grandparent's old house in LI, it was oriental and had an antique feeling to it. And after I left the room, everyone was sitting at a table, and I was sitting next to the cute boy; I felt at ease. I could tell he felt the same way about me. For once, things were working out with someone I was interested in. When I returned to the room, one of my female friends was there. There was a archery target and she had been shooting arrows before we ate. I had a feeling that she felt guilty about something afterward, so she told me to shoot arrows into her mouth. She told me to make sure I got the middle, the bull's eye of her mouth.
I kept aiming, and I was sure that I would have gotten a bull's eye if I let go, but I couldn't do it. I didn't want to risk hurting her. I didn't shoot. What's stranger is that the room I was in, every time I entered, the room was overwhelmingly humid. I assumed there was a ghost because when I left the room, the other rooms were at normal temperatures. Then this old man enter and instantly knew something was wrong and knew there was a spirit. He immediately told me to pray 60 times.
Any who, I still woke up with that happy feeling I had for that boy. I'm glad to be home.
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endless love for you
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