Party Party Party

"Pakawala yang si Edel."

Another comment from my parents. It's weird. My dad tells me a lot about the times he got drunk with his friends when he's totally wasted and can barely remember what he did. He tells me these stories with pride as if saying that he had fun with his friends when he was younger. So I know he fully understands me evertyime I go out with my friends. I mean, most of the time, it's basically just to enjoy each other's company. Of course, getting intoxicated is a plus because it is fun. I'm not saying we should get drunk all the time.

Friday night, it was the JEMA officers' Christmas party here at home. It was fun. Those people aren't the drinking type. Plug in the Magic Mic and we're good. Got to learn how play poker that night. They left pretty early. It was fun.

Saturday night, party in Laguna. (Just got home actually). There were a lot of complications but in the end, we partied til the sun was up. Got to sleep at 9am. I had a blast.
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I was finally able to watch Exorcism of Emily Rose. I was again, trying to scare myself. It kinda worked. I made sure I was asleep before 3am. Hehe!!! It wasn't that scary. However, it makes you think about the demons..are they real?

There's a part there that I really liked. When the lawyer found a locket with her initials. She said that it could have been a great coincidence but at that moment, she was where she was supposed to be and she was at peace.

Hmmm... I wish at least once, I would be able to experience that. One moment of peace. Which brings me...

I had a freaky dream lately. I thought I was gonna die. Really. I was on top of a hill, just enjoying this moment by myself, enjoying the cool wind. I was looking up in the sky, with my hands up in the air. I was talking to God. I was asking him whether what I was doing with my life was right. A part of me was thinking I was, but a part of me says I'm not. I was asking him how I could feel so good when I'm doing something very wrong. But I've come to convince myself that what I was doing was right. I was also telling him that I'm happy but things could get a lot better. Then I closed my eyes. For a few seconds, I felt his presence and then realized, He loves me too much that he's allowing me to do whatever it was I was doing. Then as I inhaled, my throat suddenly became dry and I couldn't breathe. I ran as fast as I can to get some water. I thought I was gonna die. Then I told him, I won't die because there's so much things I still have to do. It took a few more seconds before I was able to find the water. When I finally did, I woke up. That has got to be the freakiest dream ever. It was sooo real to me.

Now I'm thinking what that "experience" meant. Could it be that when you don't want to die, you won't? Or... am I in the wrong path? Or... I shouldn't enjoy life? Or..what???! Is God just playing with me? Hmmm... I've no idea.