I WANNA HOLD YOUR HAND

When they told me that Vic Zhou was coming over to our church, I thought it was the craziest joke ever made...

... until they introduced me to him. O____O

I swear, I almost died on the spot. They told me he was here in the Philippines to promote his upcoming movie, his first break into Hollywood, where he portrays the role of comic book superhero The Flash. [THINK VIC ZHOU IN FRIGGIN' RED TIGHTS! *nosebleeds*] But since it was a Sunday, he had the day off and he was invited by our senior pastor to our service. His identity and presence were being kept a secret from the public though. And since none of the church members were interested on babysitting him, and so they said they'll just leave him in my capable hands.

WHHHHAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTT!!!????

I shot a quick look at him: He was lying on the couch, staring at me, eyes sparkling and with a mischievous smile. Clearly, he was FLIRTING WITH ME! XD I was flabbergasted but I tried to maintain my composure. Beside me, another guy who we will forever know as he-who-must-never-be-named-here was pestering me and professing his undying love for me while trying to wrap me in his huge arms. I pushed him off forcefully and told him to go away cos I was no longer interested in him and that I already have someone else in my heart. Then I slowly approached Vic.

I don't know how it happened but we just ... connected. Even though it was the first time we've met in person, but I felt as if I was being reunited with an old friend. We bantered and laughed and spoke about various stuffs, and he was just so easy and comfortable to talk with. I couldn't even recall if we spoke in Mandarin or in English - I didn't really care - cos we just understood each other. And it just felt right being with him.

He suddenly stood up, covered his face with his jacket's hood, then flashed me a boyish grin. I felt my heart skip a beat as I realized what he planning to do. He then took my hand in his (it felt so warm and soft ♥), and then we ran. We dashed down the church halls, we sprinted out the door and felt the gush of wind in our faces, and we just ran and ran and ran as if we were crazy. Then we stopped to catch our breaths, and then we laughed like mad at what we just did. And all this time, he was holding my hand. And it didn't seem like he was letting go. >_<

We went inside a mall and it was teeming with lots of people. I felt his tense grip as he nervously glanced around. His handsome face was well hidden under his hood, but somehow he still stood out. I gently nudged him and gave him what I thought was my "reassuring smile". I was generously rewarded as he beamed with delight at me. And then we slowly walked down the stairs. He was still holding my hand.

We met the wife of one of our pastors in the stairway, and I felt obliged to introduce Vic to her as he was a church guest after all. She recognized him, and told me that our senior pastor already told her about him. And then she went her way, and we proceeded to go down the next floor.

There was a huge crowd of people gathered around the mall's atrium, and some more curious spectators were also rushing towards the excitement. I tried to see what all the hustle-bustle was but I couldn't see a thing. Vic wanted to enter this elevated area which had a good view of the atrium, but there were guards watching that place. Then I heard a familar voice sing in Cantonese...

"It's Andy Lau...," says Vic, holding my hand tightly.

"Yes I know! But I can't see..." I tried standing on tiptoes but all I could visualize were more people. "And I don't understand Cantonese..."

"Leng, it's almost 8... and you need to do a lot of things today..."

"HUH!?" I turned to look at Vic... but my vision was getting blurry...

"Leng, hurry up... WAKE UP!!!"

"HUH!?" I blinked a few times, then opened my eyes...

... and saw my mother. In my room. No Vic holding my hand...

Arghhhhhh!!!!  It was another fsck*ng dream! @#$%^$Kl@*&#$T%#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XD

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I always seem to have weird dreams, but this one definitely goes down the annals of my "celebrity specials" along with prior fantasies about Jerry Yan and Kimura Takuya. XD And while writing this entry, I remember one of Vic's old series, Poor Prince Taro, which, if I'm not mistaken was his project after Meteor Garden. The opening song was a rendition of "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" by Dragon5.

The above video is a clip of their outtakes, but just go check out the opening song which is a fitting theme song to my dream. Hehe~ Gosh, this series was like almost ten years ago!!! Look at how "totoy" Vic still  looked like back then! But he's already really quite adorable though. ^o^

Well if it's any consolation for me (and for you) who will never get to hold Vic's hand in real life...

... let's just let him sing for us... ^_________^

CLOSURE

I had another weird dream last night.

It started with me and my sister rushing through the airport to catch a flight to Netherlands. My sister didn't want to go with me but I insisted that she come. I was determined to do one thing and one thing only: and that is to confront my ex-boyfriend's fiancee.

We arrived in Netherlands and we immediately took a cab to the girl's house. She was surprised to see me, but she knew who I was. We talked. I don't know what we talked about but it took a while. My sister waited outside while we had our conversation.

Then the girl took us to my ex-boyfriend's place, which was a condo unit in a stylish building. I felt nervous when she rang the doorbell. When he opened the door, he was also surprised to see me. Perhaps I was the least person he wanted to see. The three of us had a heart-to-heart discussion. And then before I left, I wished the very best for them.

My sister and I took the cab back to the airport to take the last flight back home. As I looked at the buildings whizzing past, I thought Netherlands was a beautiful place. But I don't think I will ever go back there again.

With that, I took the plane home with peace in my heart.


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I don't really want to comment on this dream because I really don't know what to say. Except maybe that I never had an ex-boyfriend in real life, and that I don't know anyone who lives in Netherlands. But perhaps subconsciously, this is what I'm longing for.

ENCHANTING FANTASY

I was dirt broke and yet was the diligent breadwinner for my retired father, my working mom, and my younger sister who was still in college. Life was hard but we were happy. We were together as a family after all, and that's what matters the most. We just moved into a small, run-down apartment in the middle of nowhere, and we didn't even know how to get there from work. Sometimes we would experiment on riding the public jeepneys and buses. But often times we would walk home just to scrimp on the money.

And that's when I met him again. While on the way home from work. Actually, he was the one who found me. Or maybe he has been looking for me all along.

At first glance you know he's Jerry Yan, but he was also much more than that. He was also Dao Ming Se, the super-rich, extra-handsome, ultimate-bachelor in town. He also happened to be my ex-boyfriend whom I haven't seen for a long time. I didn't want to see him again, especially not in my sorry state. But he found me. And he was determined not to lose me again.

No matter how I protested and resisted and pushed him away, he still came everyday. He goes to see me at work, and walks me home every night. He gave me presents, and even brought us our basic necessities like food. He spends time with my family, and makes them smile and laugh, something they haven't done for a while. Then he would look at me with his hopeful eyes and boyish grin, and I would turn away. I know that he loves me, and only wants to get back together with me. I also know deep down in my heart I love him but I cannot do so. His parents were against me in the first place, and I didn't want to depend on him to sustain my family. No matter how poor I was, I had too much pride, and it was the one thing people cannot take away from me.

But days went by and I was falling more and more for him. I knew that if I spent more time with him and see how happy my family was with him, I would weaken and succumb to my feelings. I am a woman after all, and one who is not without emotions. Seeing the most wonderful man on earth chase me around is not only flattering, but much more than that, I know he was sincere and truly cares for me. I know I could not bear to hurt him again by leaving him. I also know that I didn't have the courage to live without him. I love him. I already love him too much. But I had no choice but to leave him. I had to go now.

So I ran away. Ran away as far as I could. And on that cold night, while I was standing in the abandoned harbor all alone, I wept. I shed tears of pain and suffering, and cried on how life has been so unfair and bitter to me. A freezing gust of wind touched my tear-stained cheeks, and I realized with much sadness that it was actually my birthday. And I was all alone in that dark, damp harbor.

And then... Fireworks! Lots of them. Multitudes of bright lights blazed the pitch-black sky and rained down a shower of colorful sparkles. I gazed up in astonishment. And then all around me, the yachts in the harbor roared to life, their lights gleaming and glittering, flashing on me as if to spotlight me. I shielded my eyes and blinked in surprise as I saw the world's elite, one by one, coming towards me. They were led by Lee Min Ho, Kim Bum and all the other casts of Boys Over Flowers, who held cakes in their hands. Each of them greeted me a "Happy Birthday", and some of them even kissed me on the cheek. I was conscious of how dirty I was amidst all these pretty people. Yet somehow, I felt the warmth in their presence.

Then suddenly, the crowd slowly parted. And then I saw Jerry hurriedly rush towards me. His expression was one of worry, then flushed down by relief, as he took me in his arms and cradled me and said happy birthday and told me how silly I was for running away. He was all over the city looking for me, but he also sent out all his friends to find me, and when he learned where I was, he came running over. I looked at him, and saw that he was drenched with sweat, yet, he was magnificently glowing, as beautiful as a greek god.

My Jerry. My Love. I then felt all walls break loose, all pride strip off, all emotions rush in, and I acknowledged my defeat. I love him! I've always loved him! And there was no point in denying it or pushing it away. I smiled radiantly at him, the man I love, and he took me in his arms again, and softly whispered how much he loves me and treasures me.

Someone then cleared his throat and tapped Jerry in the back. We broke from our embrace, embarrassed, as we realized that hundreds of eyes were actually upon us on our fateful reunion. The guys from Boys Over Flowers were giving Jerry congratulatory pats and high-fives, and he thanked them for their help in finding me. Lee Min Ho, the leader of the search, told him that he could always count on them any time, and that he was only glad to be of service to Jerry, whom he acknowledged was the original, and only worthy Dao Ming Se there is.

The next day, I was still overwhelmed with my feelings of bliss. But I know this could not last forever. Fear slowly crept into me as Jerry told me that he was taking me to meet his family and their board of directors. Apparently, my mother is the daughter of and heiress to one of the directors, but she was disowned when she ran off with my father. Jerry told me that he has already talked to his family, and they have decided to hold an election if they will accept me into the family or not. I glanced at him nervously, and he gripped my hand gently and comfortingly, saying it was OK. I took a deep breath and with firm resolve went with him to face the people who has repeatedly tried to tear me away from the man who has always loved me.

We entered a Japanese-styled room, and the board of directors, all with grim faces, were already seated there. In the center was the head of the Doumyouji Clan, Jerry's grandfather, who regarded me with scrutiny. I turned my eyes downward and bit my lip. Then the assembly started, and after the introductions made, one by one, the members of the elite casted their votes to decide my fate. Jerry was the first to make a vote, and then of course he stood by my side. Lee Min Ho came up next, and as he was a loyal follower of Jerry, he also took our side. The next person to take the stage was Kim Joon, who stated that he has always thought Lee Min Ho was a better Doumyouji than Jerry, and he took the other side. Sam Milby came up next, and he also took the other side. One by one, each of them came up to the front and chose which side they were on. Then finally it was Jerry's grandfather's turn, and he slowly stood up, walked to the front and then I...


...woke up. ^^;


Of all the things to happen, I woke up and realized that IT WAS JUST A REALLY GOOD DREAM!!! And the next thing I realized was that my pillow was WET -- WITH DROOL!!! That's what happens when I really have a good sleep. I disgruntledly reached out for my cellphone to see the time and was splashed with another wave of realization: I WAS LATE FOR WORK!!! I hurriedly jumped off my bed to start my grueling day of work. But at some instances today, I actually found myself smiling silly over my enchanting fantasy.


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I had a lot of fun writing this story, and thank Thesaurus.com for all the glitzy words. I'm not exactly your most gifted writer, but I hope I did not make a lot of grammatical errors and didn't sound too cheesy. Tell me what you think of my writing though, as it may help me improve my style more and also in maintaining this blog.

On a side note, I've always had a bunch of weird dreams. Some of them are pretty crazy and are good for laughs, and some of them are too insignificant to actually be remembered. Some of them are great ideas, which I sometimes use for my drawings and stories, and on rare occasions, I get these really "feel good" dreams which make me feel warm and fuzzy deep down. Jerry Yan is one of my all-time favorite celebrity crushes, as his portrayal of Dao Ming Se in 2001's Meteor Garden sent my bishie-fandom sky-rocketing to cloud nine. Although I'm not as hyped over him as before, I've always still liked him. I didn't expect him to show up as (ultra-mega-super-good looking!!!) lead character in my dream though, since it's been a while since I've seen him perform. I also didn't expect the cast of Boys Over Flowers to be there, since I haven't seen that korean drama yet. I was definitely shocked to see Sam Milby in my dream, because I NEVER liked him! So that was really weird. =o=

I don't know why I had that dream, but it made me feel really really good. Now I'm listening to Jerry's second album, FREEDOM, and loving him ("my ex-boyfriend" *winks*) all over again...

我 會 很 愛 妳 , Jerry.

EARLY MORNING WEIRDNESS


I had another weird dream today which involves the end of the world, the rise of communism in our country, fabricating chinese birth certificates to prevent capture by government, riding motorelas to travel from one mountain to another, and Vhong Navarro and Pokwang in a romantic movie where they dress up as green elves.

O__o;;




My mom woke me up (awww... just when the dream was getting cheesier XD) because Dr Castro called up and he needed a prescription pad. Since my mom was running late, she told me to hurry up. I know I still have a lot of those random prescription pads around but I forgot where I placed them. So after going around the rooms trying to rummage through my mess, I ended up with only a small pad, which I reluctantly gave my mom. As she hurried off to work, I found the large prescription pads, so I rushed after her -- wearing my flowery must-not-be-seen-in-public house clothes, with hair unkempt, and eyes still groggy from sleep. I RAN around the barangay hall (we live behind it) in all my "glory" hoping to catch up with my mom, but when I reached the corner, I was just in time to see her get in a taxi.


All that running for nothing. Feh. >___<

FUSHIGI YUME

Lately I've been having some dreams which range from bad to weird. Sometimes they make me laugh, and sometimes I wake up feeling, "what the...!?!". ^^;

For instance, before I woke up this morning, I dreamt that I was with my boyfriend. I forgot the early bits of the dream, but we eventually went off to eat at some sidewalk resto. I can't recall if we've started eating already or still haven't ordered yet, but then a spunky waitress served us a plate of scrambled eggs (she said there was crab meat in it) with lots of spring onions. We told her we didn't order it but she just shrugged and TOOK MY MONEY!!! So I went into ultra-super-hyper rage mode and ran after her, screaming like a mad lady, yelling that I will report her to her OM (err, operations manager?). The waitress was also unwilling to yield. I then went to the store owner and I was a bit surprised at her looks. She's like a mix of Hibiya Chitose from Chobits and Furukawa Sanae from CLANNAD, the type who's always willing to extend her hand in help. So I approached this lady, and told her what happened, and she said that she'd tell the waitress to return my money. Miss Lady Owner then told me her family name is "Buna" and she used to live in my city and coincidentally in my street but she moved when she got married. I told her that my mother's officemate's last name was also "Buna" but Miss Lady Owner didn't know her.

Anyway, the spunky waitress came back and it was time for her paycheck. She had a scowl on her face as she held several 500-peso bills (there were maybe 3 to 5) plus some other bills and coins. Then she gave most of it back to Miss Lady Owner saying that's it's a payment for something she broke, for some mistake she made, etc etc. Then she dropped all her money to the ground and cried, saying that she really wanted to keep her job and that she really needs money. I kinda felt bad for her but I also wanted to get what was mine, so I took PhP50 from the money she dropped (yes, that plate of scrambled eggs with crab meat and spring onions only cost fifty bucks!). A street kid clad in dirty clothes took the chance and started picking up some coins. I glared at him and demanded that he give it back. Then I left them.

When I went back to my table, I found that a lot of people had already gathered as if there was some sort of party, and then I recognized them as my boyfriend's officemates (well, in real life, I don't know any of his officemates, but they had a team building party last night which probably explains this part of the story). The crowd was rowdy and some were drunk, and I was worried they might have made my boyfriend drunk too, and then I saw him from a distance. He had a flushed face and obviously had too much to drink, and he was riding something that kept moving back and forth. I realized it was one of those lose-weight-chairs you see on Home TV Shopping. I started to approach him but then he started to move away. And then he was whisked off with the crowd in a sort of parade (I saw a parade last night XD), while he and his friend Al were side-by-side (to keep the balance), riding the lose-weight-chair, which turned out to be a huge, black leather vibrating sofa/massage chair. I couldn't get through the crowd, and everyone was just taking pictures with their camera phones. I hurriedly took out my Hello Kitty phone cos I wanted a souveneir pic too, but I lost sight of my boyfriend. And then I was alone.

The rest of the dream was a bit muddled already, but I guess there was a festival going on and I eventually ventured off into the huge auditorium/park where the parade will end and the show will start. I looked for my boyfriend and found him amidst the crowd. He was relatively sober then, and could only vaguely remember what happened. Then the program started and everything was a blur and then my mother was calling me, telling me to wake up.

It was such a freakin' weird experience!!! XD

What bothered me when I woke up was that early on in the dream, I remembered that my boyfriend was sitting with me, and then I snuggled close to him, and...

I CALLED HIM USING ANOTHER GUY'S NAME!!!! T______T

I was mortified in my dream, and even while asleep, I was mortified myself. And he didn't notice at first, and then I POINTED IT OUT TO HIM (but... why!?!) and then he was mortified too. I said I was sorry and that I was just confused because I just saw that other guy too. I told him I didn't mean it and that it was an honest mistake. He said it was OK but he looked really hurt. I felt hurt too even though I know it was just a dream and that I won't really do that in real life. Maybe that's why he went on a drinking spree later on in the dream. *very sad*

It was really such a freakin' disturbing experience. *sigh*