Fantasy and dreams aroused in my sleep...

*Sigh* (this is a long and good sigh). Every night I yearn to dream about something queer and unique, and they always turn out so fascinating, besides, I never much have any nightmares in every 5 years. The dreams are much deeper and make as if Alice in Wonderland's dream seem like real life. They are so hard to draw out, even as to talk of them in detail. It's strange though, most people do not remember their dreams easily, and to remember them, they will most probably have to jot them down immediately after they wake up. I, however, don't need to do that. Anyway if you are asking why I bother remembering my dreams, it's because I can use them as plots for fantasy writing (if I ever am going to be a writer or a playwriter). Some dreams may not fit into the fantasy world but they are just amazingly beautiful to keep in the memory. Some dreams make me seem nonchalant and wander about in the wood seeming as if like an empty spirit. Others make me feel like a orphan, moving in and out of every one's ways and that no one cares for me. Somehow, few dreams have made me like an important or a useful person. There are a few types of dreamlands I encounter with every night.

• The sacred place where I nearly always find myself alone within a vast land, full of nature.
• The place where everything and everywhere merge into one bizarre world and I always find myself in confusion and fear of what may happen.
• An ancient world that has full of beauty and wonder, yet every soul cared only for itself as though their compassion for others were in a deep slumber. There were Greece, Mayan , Romanian times and places that were combined.

When all these are formed together into my dreams, I find myself flitting in and out of each setting. Weird, isn't it?

The Teenage Rebellious Stage

Alright, so I know how bad I am, why it seemed so easy to say I would never rebel against whosoever whom I respect when I was younger. I never saw it coming, the teenage rebellious stage, I never dreamt that I would admit it. It really is just so scary how stupid and rebellious my attitude was when I talked back to my parents and my siblings. It's cruel when it seemed that everyone despised me for being childish. If you love, honour and respect your loved ones, you wouldn't even refuse to say that you are wrong (even if you are correct) when they scold you for whatever you've done. That's being mature. Be mindful when you have started talking back at your parents. That's how it started for me. Nowadays I cry alone about how 'spiky' and rebellious I became to my family. I felt really bad and I pray that I'll change for the better and be less rebellious.

Sibs

Siblings, oh siblings, I love my siblings, they are better and more special than friends. But how and why is it that I always seem so unkind, inconsiderate, spiteful and etc. though I claim to love them as siblings? After quarrels, I always cry in my heart and ask why I had to blabber out words that would tear the bonds of my siblings and I. Sometimes I wished that I would never talk anymore. As I grow up, I notice that my siblings really care about me, they may be harsh with me but it's called "hard love". It also turns out that I am quite bad (you know about not respecting them and all that) to them. I suppose I also did a number of bad things to them when I was younger (tearing, colouring and taking their stuff without permission). I could've been better and closer to them. I recently start to realise (about 2 years ago) that they were humorous, gracious and so cool (the REAL cool, not physically), etc. They are just so GREAT! I thank GOD for being born into this family. GOD BLESS!

Coel

Some of you may know my name as you read through my entire Blog. That name is official in the world, however I do not use it here anymore. Thus using the name "Coel". It just came to mind when I wanted to change my identity as not to worry my Mom. I guessed it could help in some ways, you know and all that. But then again, it seems quite too late, I won't tell you why, smart ones know it all. As for "Coel", I don't know how I got it in my mind, but what really matters to me is knowing if it is a unisex name. It's a bit like "Joel" and "Cole" (King Cole). When I researched for "Coel", there wasn't anything about it, instead the referred it to King Cole, a legendary King. Anyway, the name's unique and just perfect to me. GOD BLESS!

Here's one for you.

One of Jon Tickle's common qoutes is"Here's one for you..." and then he rattles off some questions that we most probably didn't think of. There was once he said, "Here's one for you, were aeroplanes created before paper aeroplanes or vice versa?" One of this days I simply must research for the answer, or if anyone knows, please do tell me.

Battle of the sexes-1

If men think that women are weaker than them physically, women also have their own strength too. They can remember more things than guys do. In the experiment, the man was assumed to remember things like screwdrivers and helmets and the woman was assumed to remember things like a teddy bear and a cloth. Surprisingly, this was not the case, the woman even remembered somethings like a bottle of chemical and the screwdriver. For the guy, he certainly didn't remember cuddly things and even things like the chemical bottle. Strange huh?

Fishy isn't it?

Exams are coming nearer and you want to get smarter, what can you do? Start eating fish! From fish fingers to smoked salmon to fish roe and many more varieties, your IQ will be higher.