Love, Trust, And....

Those are among the most important aspects in a relationship for many people. Other examples include common interests (sometimes even hates), communication, and flexibility. However, I think these people are missing something else in their criteria....

Even though I haven't had much of a love life (yet?), I've watched relationships work, and not work; I've watched my own crumble into but ashes... And from all of this, I've come to the conclusion that another important part of a relationship (at least in the modern world) is autonomy. Most, if not all of the students I know who are in steady relationships, have jobs as well as cars of their own (or they're allowed to use their parents' car, or they have the money to use public transportation services on a regular basis). The jobs give them something to do, something to keep boredom and idleness and excess liberty away, something to keep both parties from getting sick of each other too quickly....

On the other hand, I am not to touch my mother's car unless she's in it too (then what was the point in getting my licence? I'm probably not even going have a chance of driving alone until after university), and I have never had a paid job, and thus, I rightly still consider myself a dependent (despite having been outside of the 0-14 age range for three years). Obviously, that makes it difficult to get out (or maybe I'm just a self-pitying hermit thinking of lame excuses), not to mention where I live, there is little in the way of entertainment or public transportation (particularly routes that go outside the city--you REALLY need a car to get anywhere). I'm also very private about my relationships (not just relationships, I keep quiet about most things) around my family... Sure, questions are inevitable, but I'm never comfortable with being asked about what's beyond the surface (shut up, don't think too much)....

I'll be in university in less than a year, in an urban environment with numerous SkyTrain stations, and away from my family, but still without a job (and only working in the summer)... Should I find a partner, I wonder how he (or she? Though I get the impression that my family's homophobic) and I would fare? Without a year-round source of income, probably not too well. And it's not like I can ask my parents for money all the time, or always expect the guy to pay....

At least that's the impression I get....

Or maybe I'm just an uptight, over-analyzing prick.

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No Gripes About Cutting People in Half

    Much of this dream I now remember in a mish-mash.

    I believe I (was it even me? I don’t remember, but I guess I’ll refer to the “protagonist” as myself) was in a haunted house of sorts. (The inside-the-haunted-house part, I dreamt in first-person. Too many horror point-and-click games?) No, not the funhouse variety, more like a real haunted house. I think there was some being lurking around, trying to chase me. It was human in shape, but it sure didn’t act human. Or maybe there were multiple of those creatures around that I kept killing in order to defend myself. I do remember blood. And I do remember cutting heads. And strange noises. But one really weird thing was that there was some pause feature that I was able to use… I can’t recall specifically for what, but it was to my advantage. And I believe one of the creatures was chasing me out.

    Outside the house, there was one of those monsters (the same one that was chasing me out, perhaps…?) lying on the pavement ground. (Here, I am seeing the dream in third-person.) There was short, green grass nearby, and the sky was a little dim and blue, casting a light in the same colour upon everything below. The “monster” had a dark cloak on (but at this point, his face was visible, and I could see some brown stubble on his upper lip), and looked more human than the other monster(s) from inside… Yet I had severed his head. Then, some woman in a cloak arrived… Her cloak was mostly black, but had embellishments embroidered with gold-coloured thread. She said something like, “I have no gripes about cutting people in half.” I think she was from a tribe or clan that cut enemies in this manner shortly after the enemies have been killed. She performed this ritual on the dead monster/man. After that, I don’t think I saw her again.

    The next scene I remember had me and two or three others (some of my real-life friends, I think). We ascended into the sky in a V-formation, similar to the way that Canada geese do… But we didn’t have one person as the centre of the V. I was on the right side in front (if you looked at the formation from an aerial view), with someone else directly to my left, and the remaining people were following from behind. The person beside me and I, we clasped hands together, and the whole party sang Bohemian Rhapsody.

    The final part, we were back on the ground. Again, the grass was short, and completely green…no traces of yellow to be found. We were walking toward a garden sort of area… It looked a little like the backyard garden in one of my old homes: kind of like a steep staircase. There were a few small evergreen trees scattered about amongst ground-level plants and tons of soil. At the top of the staircase garden was a white fence, and a gate. There were a lot of people in front of me and the others I had flown with, and no one behind. We kept walking towards our goal when a monster appeared from behind in the distance. I think it looked partly like a human, partly like a creepy rag doll… I think we got rid of her, though. We made it to the garden. I didn’t see the part where we opened the gate.

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Drinking Age....

...is kind of pointless.

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Those Dried Vegetables That Come in Ramen Packages.

I never liked the dried vegetable bits that came in instant ramen packages. When I was little, I hated vegetables in general, so it was obvious that I would hate the dried stuff. Now, I hate them for different reasons: the texture is disgusting! And they don't really add any taste to the broth....

Of course, that's why I add fresh vegetables to my noodles. They're nicer to chew on, and much more appealing to the tastebuds....

But I have still yet to try real ramen that isn't instant. Shame on me, I've never tried any in Japan....

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Colours

...Or your clichéd druggie story. I wrote it as an original composition for English....

Subway, Eat Fresh?

I don't eat fresh. I like the salty goodness of Spicy Italian sandwiches, complete with jalapeño peppers galore. Mmm, spicy, salty goodness....

Except one thing.

I hate it when my hands smell of sandwich after.

And the smell stays on for a long time.

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A Country of Love, and Lust

I was in France with a few classmates… We were part of a student tour group. (IRL: I had been touring in Europe with some friends in March, though we were in Central Europe. However, some of my friends from a different school went to France.) We were on the streets of some busy shopping alleyway, and it had been announced earlier that we were to have some free time. Near us was an anime store, which TB saw and entered. On the windows of that store were some posters of scantily clad anime girls, despite their innocent-looking faces… They somewhat resembled the Amazon Quartet from Sailor Moon (lol), and the colours were in pastel hues.

“Of course he’d go in there,” someone said (it may have been me). Yet SH and I entered, too, and looked around. All of the workers there were young Asian women in maid outfits. SH and I were wandering separately… The money we had in us was in francs, despite the currency being outdated. I was paying so much attention to the merchandise that I ended up bumping into one of the workers (WTF? That sounds like something from a short story of mine). I think I stopped and looked at her, then continued browsing, but I do remember her laughing a bit and saying in English to the other two workers (who were at the cash register smack-dab in the middle of the store… The floor was square-shaped. One of the two girls there was, um…a little chubby.), “Did you see what she did?” She thought I was her friend!” (I had a similar incident was I when younger.) Later, SH and I left. At one point, she said something to me along the lines of, “I want to go somewhere else so we can hold hands.” We went off well away from the shopping district to a building of standard red bricks… It appeared to be a church, but I don’t remember a cross being there. Around us was green grass, some mountains, and the sun… No signs of man having been there other than the church….