moving and the end of the world

i had a disturbing strange dream today.
i dreamt i was in a field with a guy i really liked and who, at that moment, i was learning, also liked me a whole lot too.i was so overjoyed and so kilig i didn't think i would ever want to wake up from the dream.
and then the earth begins to shake and one of the building topples over a group of people and one of them was too petrified to move that he/she/it was literally squashed.and then the rest of the building continues to crack, threatening to collapse altogether.
it was one of those dreams that you knew you were dreaming but at the same time, you couldn't control how things would turn out.so even if i wanted to forget about the earthquake and pick up where the romantic interlude was interrupted, i couldn't. believe me, if a guy i liked would've professed his undying love for me, i wouldn't want that episode to end with the end of the world.
this is like the dream i had last year, instead of an earthquake, there was a funeral.is this the world's way of saying, your happiness would mean all hell breaking loose or you'll find the guy of your dreams but at the destructive costs?yikes.'wag naman sana.
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so i am finally a makati girl,at least geographically.
i moved in last sunday, bearing all the earthly possessions, treasures and trash i have managed to accumulate over the past two years.
while i was putting away all my books in a box, i was reminded of the time after graduation when everyone in the dorm was in a flurry to pack their stuff.we were too busy trying to cram the last philo book in our box or sorting our clothes to pause and ponder that this would probably be the last time we would all be together like this - college girls living in the dorm and what felt like the world's best four-year sleepover.exhaustion and keeping busy are two of the best antidotes for overwhelming sentimentality threatening to bowl you over.it was only when all the packing, hauling and rushing were over did we have time to take in how are lives have changed so drastically and to feel nostalgic about the last four years we weren't properly able to say goodbye to.
it was the same feeling when i was packing my stuff,but i couldn't dwell too much on them because there were so many things to do.and now, when everything has finally settled down, it hits me - the overwhelming sense of nostalgia, the realization that i really am on my own now(my tita is getting married so she didn't move in with me) and the fear that comes with it.
i have to learn how to cook my own meals because i don't want to rely too much on takeouts.besides leftovers from restaurants are not enough to feed my cats.anyway, i'm not talking about cooking that involves frying and taking something pre-processed but real cooking that involves garlic, onions and tomatoes.don't you just love the smell of sauteed vegetables?so far, the only real meal that i am actually proud of is my chicken adobo.
then, of course, i have to get used to coming home to an empty house and not having anyone to talk to most of the time since my housemates are not around.now more than ever i miss cable tv, a dvd player and a phone line for my internet connection.hopefully, i'll be able to sort it all out by the end of the month.
but now at least i won't have to commute four hours a day all the way to farview and i won't have to rush out of a gimik so i could catch the mrt.now, i only have to travel to farview during the weekends. but i don't mind, at least, i'll have decent home-cooked meals and i won't have to come home to an empty house.yeah, i guess i have it all figured out.
anyway,if you have time, please drop by our house,i'd love to talk to a real person because talking to cats all day can make me a little cuckoo.or you can sleep over for the night. i'd love to have you over.but if you're to busy, a dinner and a movie is ok, i just hope you don't mind if i take home leftovers for my cats.