.: late for 2013 :.

Hello dearies~ How are you all? I'm not here to welcome 2013 because that would be really late. However I did forget to post up this bit of poem I wrote right on the brink of new years and I thought it'd be nice to share it here as well. Sorry Dreams have been a little slow. Been pretty busy with university, and when it's not university, it's family.

Hope 2013's been good so far to everyone :)

Shifting like the mist that veils the starry night

Gently moving like ripples across the water’s face

We can never change, even with all our might

The time that moves with so much grace

The sands fall, and fade, and they disappear into

the memories of now, and dreams of what may

And though the next dawn brings us something new

We will always have the dusk of yesterday

*~* HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE *~*

Hope you all have a good one! Wishing everyone a lovely ‘nother year of health, happiness and good fortune, God willing and God bless! :)

. 08.05.12 peeves .

  I remember only bits and pieces of how the Dream began. I was traveling somewhere. At first I was with my mom, but then I was surrounded by my group of friends. It looked like we went to some kind of program. The one in charge was a tall middle-aged man. He looked a little Caucasian. I remember he had a distinct broad, square jaw and thinning hair. He wore a dark grey collared shirt and black slacks, and looked like some middle-school teacher. We were minding our own business when suddenly he comes up to us and rudely tells us off, making irrational demands of what we should be doing at the moment. Things we couldn't possibly do at the program or at that period of time, and the way he was barking orders at us really got on my nerves.

  I couldn't stand it. I stood up to face him. I was at his shoulder length, which was weird considering he's supposedly Caucasian, and I looked him in the eyes. I told him off, explaining our situation and exclaiming how he could be so rude. He doesn't listen and shouts even louder, belittling me just because I was a student. He had a roll of newspaper in his hand and was threatening to hit me with it. That was the last straw. As he was waving the newspaper in my face, I grabbed the thick roll of paper – crushing it – and I grabbed the collar of his shirt. I pulled hard till he was inches away from my face. I said, “I dare you to try. I dare you.” He's taken aback but tries to remain his ground. He warns me and threatens me more, while slowly backing away. I just move forward, giving him my best scowl. I was not amused at his behavior.

  He directs his frustration to the other students, my friends, and I get in between them, defending them from his authority. Furious, he continues his insults but I just stepped forward, intimidating him with each step. I taunted him, psyching him the closer I got to him. With my arms out wide, it was like I was saying 'come at me bro, show me what you got!' After the third time, he was finally dissuaded and left us alone. However soon after, I noticed he was having a problem of his own. Some technical difficulties or something with the program, and because of his earlier behavior, no one wanted to help him out. I knew how to help his situation, but I didn't entertain him. I also didn't mock him, even though I thought that problem of his was really simple to solve.

  The next person I had the 'pleasure' of meeting was a student from our group. She was the supervisor for our group for the program, but she was an incompetent leader. She was completely arrogant, bossy, mean, and just downright immature with how she handed people she didn't like. She acted as if she knew what she was doing, but in reality she wasn't doing anything right. She hated admitting mistakes and didn't like people pointing them out as obvious as they were. I don't remember arguing with her, just her horrid personality. Ironically when she encountered some technical problem, just like the teacher earlier, she needed help.

  No one in her clique, like herself, was competent enough to do the job. When she realised I was the only one who could help her, she suddenly became sweet and charming, holding me by the shoulders and calling me her friend. If it's another thing I hate, its two-faced people. But I felt mature enough to help without feeling any ill-will towards her. I just did the work (some technical thingiemajig on the computer) in quiet dignity. Even as she praised me or made jokes, I just didn't entertain her as I normally would people. In the computer room we were in, I noticed there was a child playing on the floor not far from us. I wondered what the child was doing but I didn't approach her till after I was done with the computer.

  I went to the child to see what she was doing on the floor. She was surrounded by a mess of cards, those kinds that kids would collect in packs like Digimon, Pokemon etc. But all of a sudden, the brat screams hyperactive nonsense and throws cards and other toys at me. In real life, I really can't stand bratty children. Those kind of children that have temper tantrums when they don't get what they want, or when they just be downright obnoxious cus they think it's funny. In the Dream, I just felt like I wanted to slap that little kid. She hid under a table and tried throwing the cards at me one by one, like those ninja Shuriken. But her throws were flimsy, and I almost laughed.

  Then I picked up a card and flicked it properly and it hit the table hard, which gave her a shock. I flicked another one and it hit her, I think. That's when she came out from under the table with a yelp. Those cards looked flimsy from the outside, but once you flick it properly, it hits you like a rock. And from some angles, they're really sharp. But instead of running away from me, she came to me asking how I was able to do that with the cards. And instead of slapping the kid silly, I spoke calmly and taught her how to flick the cards properly. It was funny how I could change from utterly frustrated to a relaxed, mature adult; especially when it came to the kid.

Each person I encountered could represent segments of each generation and flaws at which I'm peeved at. The teacher is an older adult, who is supposed to be wiser and more knowledgeable than a person within my stage. However, I get really pissed when older people are still so narrow minded and foolish. What's worse are those that tend to deny whenever they are at fault, especially leading or authority figures.

The girl might represent how angry I am at the declining quality of youth nowadays; how shallow, selfish, and plain stupid we've all become. People my age should be mature adults by now, but some of us are surprisingly as immature as the little girl I met last. The little girl represents the generation under me; how naïve and stubborn they are regarding the life around them. Many have lost the good old-fashioned family values, becoming spoiled little brats who don't know the meaning of hard work.

But then, I still have hope for them. It is the responsibility of my generation to take care of them and teach them about life, and not to repeat the same mistakes. I still have hope for the next generation, and I will do my best to do my share.

. 23.03.12 wolves .

  The whole Dreamworld was white; covered in snow and ice. Shimmers of black trees surrounding me; some dead, some Fir still semi-buried in the white and standing tall. I'm dressed in a thick coat and heavy military snow-boots; my face buried in the black scarf I wore on the inside of my hood. My gloved hands packing a sniper rifle by my side, as I stare into the distance of the tundra lands before me. At first I'm standing on a rooftop. As I descend back into the building, I find myself in a base of some kind with many others dressed like me. Each of them packing heat, though different sizes and types. I was one of the few snipers they had.

  I sit myself at the window. We're at the second floor of the base and I position my rifle where it should be. I scan the perimeter, anticipating something. The base stirs. Someone got a signal from one of ours nearby; them and their team on the outside. While the others move, I stay put. I don't leave the scope of my sniper. I keep watch. Soon I see some others exit the building below and stand their ground, guarding the base. As if something was approaching any time now.

  And then..... I saw movement.

  White wolves started charging from the cover of the black forest. Shots are fired and blood speckled the snow in minutes. I fired at the large, beautiful beasts regrettably. Wolves were one of my favorite animals. But these were no ordinary wolves. We were sent to this research base to protect it, so the people that belonged to it would continue their search for answers. There was a Canine parasite going around, making the wolves more aggressive than usual; almost rabid. The way they attacked, it was erratic. It seemed like they were even stronger, being able to tear human limbs apart.

  I had to shoot each wolf at least twice to put them down. A few of us were injured and we didn't know whether or not the parasite had any effect on humans. They were sent underground to the labs for medical attention and research. We didn't want any zombie cases to happen, and we wouldn't risk it. When the coast is clear, I go downstairs and outside to help my teammates clear the bodies. I look at the wolves; so majestic. I was sad I had to kill them.

  But then all of a sudden, one of the scientist's dogs started going berserk. He and his friend had to hold him down as he injected some prototype cure for the parasite. But the dog was getting too haywire. I didn't have my sniper with me but a normal rifle and I aimed at the dog's head, as it swayed violently from side to side, ready to gnash anything and everything. But the scientist told me to stand down and wait for the cure to take some effect. It wasn't showing any effect from my perspective. I kept my gun at the ready. The scientist was upset, I could understand. It was his dog. He didn't want to lose him to the parasite. He and his teammate were yelling, arguing some sense into each other when the dog bit into and tore off one of his fingers. Even with a bleeding hand, he still held on to the dog to keep him still, well enough for me to take the shot. And I did.

Poor dog. It was sad when I had to kill all those white wolves. They were so beautiful. And the poor scientist guy. He really loved his dog. I remember it well; it was a handsome, jet-black Labrador. But after the Dream ended, I wondered to myself instead of using bullets, why didn't we just use really strong tranquilizer? Wouldn't that be easier? Unless of course, the canines were already zombies and if that wouldn't take any effect, then I would understand.