<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492030</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:23:32.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamers, Believers, Survivors!</title><subtitle type='html'>:: this blog is dedicated to our queen bee--Diane.. hope you find inspirational stories and quotable quotes which will help you in your daily lives and above all inspire you to reach for your dream! ::</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dreamers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12530156870345908145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492030.post-112542056429467556</id><published>2005-08-31T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T00:49:24.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hohumm... I live, I love, Im awake!</title><content type='html'>Hello there dear bloggers!  The sleeping beauties are back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492030-112542056429467556?l=revons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/feeds/112542056429467556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492030&amp;postID=112542056429467556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/112542056429467556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/112542056429467556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/2005/08/hohumm-i-live-i-love-im-awake.html' title='Hohumm... I live, I love, Im awake!'/><author><name>dreamers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12530156870345908145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492030.post-110016435111614550</id><published>2004-11-11T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T17:12:31.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the tang dynasty</title><content type='html'>FACT:&lt;br /&gt;The Tang dynasty (A.D. 618-907), with its capital at Chang'an ( ), is regarded by historians as a high point in Chinese civilization--equal, or even superior, to the Han period. Its territory, acquired through the military exploits of its early rulers, was greater than that of the Han. Stimulated by contact with India () and the Middle East, the empire saw a flowering of creativity in many fields. Buddhism (), originating in India around the time of Confucius, flourished during the Tang period, becoming thoroughly sinicized and a permanent part of Chinese traditional culture. Block printing was invented, making the written word available to vastly greater audiences. The Tang period was the golden age of literature and art. A government system supported by a large class of Confucian literati selected through civil service examinations () was perfected under Tang rule. This competitive procedure was designed to draw the best talents into government. But perhaps an even greater consideration for the Tang rulers, aware that imperial dependence on powerful aristocratic families and warlords would have destabilizing consequences, was to create a body of career officials having no autonomous territorial or functional power base. As it turned out, these scholar-officials acquired status in their local communities, family ties, and shared values that connected them to the imperial court. From Tang times until the closing days of the Qing empire in 1911, scholar-officials functioned often as intermediaries between the grass-roots level and the government. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEGEND:&lt;br /&gt;It was said that the Tang Dynasty, being one of the high point in the history of Chinese, was started and ruled by one person -- a woman!&lt;br /&gt;This woman is so tough ..so strong.. repsonsible.. nice.. witty.. yet very down to earth and humble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUTH:&lt;br /&gt;Her decendant is one of the revons which also posses all the abovementioned characters..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;............and she's turning a year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday!!! (advanced)&lt;br /&gt;may all your dreams come true!!!!&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492030-110016435111614550?l=revons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/feeds/110016435111614550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492030&amp;postID=110016435111614550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/110016435111614550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/110016435111614550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/2004/11/tang-dynasty.html' title='the tang dynasty'/><author><name>dreamers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12530156870345908145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492030.post-109816706706514239</id><published>2004-10-19T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T14:24:27.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of 5 dreams...only 1 horrible dream remembered :(</title><content type='html'>...dreamt that my head was full of flakes,scalp skin, dundruff...eeeeeekkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Voldemort (She Who Must Not Be Named)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492030-109816706706514239?l=revons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/feeds/109816706706514239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492030&amp;postID=109816706706514239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109816706706514239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109816706706514239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/2004/10/out-of-5-dreamsonly-1-horrible-dream.html' title='out of 5 dreams...only 1 horrible dream remembered :('/><author><name>dreamers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12530156870345908145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492030.post-109806378033985391</id><published>2004-10-18T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T09:43:00.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>growing yellow bellie :)</title><content type='html'>hi yellow bellie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(advance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yey!!! *clap* *clap* *clap*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the revons' wished you the best of luck on your new 'challenge'&lt;br /&gt;in life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends for keep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who wants to know more about yellow bellie, here are some quick facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. she owns a duck and adapted a dog (pet lover indeed!)&lt;br /&gt;2. always have a joke in mind (with the perfect timing..op cors)&lt;br /&gt;3. an IA excel guru (d best!)&lt;br /&gt;4. she loves green tea, yellow tea, and all teas! (hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;5. and head over heels with one and only guy! -- brainfreeze!!! (harharhar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yey!!! *clap* *clap* *clap*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492030-109806378033985391?l=revons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/feeds/109806378033985391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492030&amp;postID=109806378033985391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109806378033985391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109806378033985391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/2004/10/growing-yellow-bellie.html' title='growing yellow bellie :)'/><author><name>dreamers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12530156870345908145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492030.post-109780512084828936</id><published>2004-10-15T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T10:01:19.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>queens' natal day..</title><content type='html'>hear ye! hear ye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in observance of the queens' birthday,&lt;br /&gt;i formally announce that today is legal non-working holiday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.... joke joke joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday your highness..&lt;br /&gt;may you find your knight in shining armor!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================================================&lt;br /&gt;nways.. on with my dream.. i just had a simple dream..&lt;br /&gt;there's a multi colored cobra in a place (which i dont know where), who tried to bit me! :S grrrr... i hate snakes! i fear them so much!! and they had this bad omen that they say when you dream of nakes biting you, a traitor will come your way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaaaaaayyyy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time i dreamed of this, somthing happened between me and my bestfriend.. huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well.. maybe its just concidence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================================================&lt;br /&gt;pahabol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a cute guy ..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's exactly the opposite of my dream guy!.. (tall, chinito, and clean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he's cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaahhahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&gt;&gt;&gt; wla lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==maroon eight==&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492030-109780512084828936?l=revons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/feeds/109780512084828936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492030&amp;postID=109780512084828936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109780512084828936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109780512084828936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/2004/10/queens-natal-day.html' title='queens&apos; natal day..'/><author><name>dreamers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12530156870345908145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492030.post-109773578786860093</id><published>2004-10-14T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T14:36:27.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>I crawled from my bed to stop the last alarm (7:00am). I got my clothes and towel, went down the stairs and told to myself, "I am not going to work". I was too lazy... too damn lazy to eat, to take a bath, to achuchuchu. So I went upstairs and continued with my sleep...zzz..zz..z..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes(or so I thought), I woke up again because of my phone alarm. Guess what time it was? 6:30am! Harharhar :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492030-109773578786860093?l=revons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/feeds/109773578786860093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492030&amp;postID=109773578786860093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109773578786860093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109773578786860093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/2004/10/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>dreamers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12530156870345908145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492030.post-109772111197121156</id><published>2004-10-14T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T10:38:28.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subconscious Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Ever believed that dreams are products of our subconscious minds? That what Sigmund Freud said about our subconscious minds being active when we are sleeping might be true? Or is it just another product of a man's own interpretation and/or imagination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Jerome and I had a dream.  I'll narrate mine first:&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I received a farewell email from our human resource manager, along with my other officemates who also tendered their resignation.  The email was sent to at least 6 people but I cannot remember who they were, what I can only remember was that I was one of them.  Afterwards, I saw myself being asked by Sir Bonbon [one of the Big Bosses] to stay.  All of us who resigned was persuaded to stay and all of us decided to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerome's dream:&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt that he was the only one left in the company, everybody resigned including the bosses. But since he signed a 15-year contract, working in the office without pay, he cannot breach it.  He was sad and lonely.  Because of the situation, everybody pitied him and decided to come back and sign a similar contract [15 years without pay!].  Everybody was so happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird? Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492030-109772111197121156?l=revons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/feeds/109772111197121156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492030&amp;postID=109772111197121156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109772111197121156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109772111197121156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/2004/10/subconscious-thoughts.html' title='Subconscious Thoughts'/><author><name>dreamers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12530156870345908145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492030.post-109720480799384863</id><published>2004-10-08T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T11:09:33.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Japanese Horror Film</title><content type='html'>She got the face of a mannequin. A well-chiseled chin, perfect white skin, and a pair of eyes that can mesmerize any man. This is how I would describe the ghost I saw in the fifth floor ladies comfort room in our office building. As I walk out of the comfort room's cubicle and saw her looking at me, I ran with haste to our office while screaming with utmost fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream ended there when I heard the phone alarm of my youngest brother. This is so much like a Japanese horror film, which even at this age, I still abhor and fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who wants to go with me to the comfort room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492030-109720480799384863?l=revons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/feeds/109720480799384863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492030&amp;postID=109720480799384863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109720480799384863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109720480799384863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/2004/10/typical-japanese-horror-film.html' title='Typical Japanese Horror Film'/><author><name>dreamers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12530156870345908145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492030.post-109719949677879495</id><published>2004-10-08T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T09:38:16.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confused..</title><content type='html'>i woke up this morning crying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dream includes death and a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so happy, that i finally had a big dog (i dont know its breed but i knew its the one that ive always wanted -- big, brown and long haired dog..hehe)im so excited that i'd always have him with me everywhere i go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then comes a place..a big and white place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was there eating rice grains! (?) [weird!!] then a sad news came to me -- a family member died! :( is was so devastating..but i continue to it, try to tell myself..that its ok, ill get through with this. the funny thing is.not a single tear rolled in my eyes.. then all of a sudden it went back.. the news would go over and over and over in my head.. then i cried.. i burst with tears, then i woke up..still crying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what that means.. but whatever it is, i hope it wont happen..not now.. i still have a lot of things to give to them.. i still have a lot of deeds that i should do for them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish it will not come true :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so bothered that i tried looking it up in the internet for dream meanings.. and found one common factor on each symbols -- change! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"there will be a major change in your life that would create a big impact!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is..i hope its good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492030-109719949677879495?l=revons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/feeds/109719949677879495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492030&amp;postID=109719949677879495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109719949677879495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109719949677879495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/2004/10/confused.html' title='confused..'/><author><name>dreamers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12530156870345908145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492030.post-109685565533867676</id><published>2004-10-04T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T14:57:46.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Scary Dream</title><content type='html'>Last thursday, an officemate relate to me a story about a creature his auntie saw inside her house in Bicol (I forgot what's it called in Bicol).  It is a small black creature, a miniature of a man (somewhat like a dwarf maybe 2-3 feet tall), who's head is bigger that its body. This creature's difficult to catch because it moves so fast that they have this belief that if ever they'll catch one, he/she will be granted a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday night, I had a dream I cannot remember until the next night I am about to sleep.  I remembered dreaming about a small creature with a curly shoulder length hair. I dreamt of this creature moving closer to my bed towards me.  I cannot identify the gender of this creature but it seemed friendly to me and it looked more like a girl for me so I assume that IT is a SHE.  Anyway, I was lying on my bed calling out this creature to play with me.  She stayed at the edge of my bed, her hands rested and gently tapping the side of my bed while I looked at her and smile and joined her tapping.  That's all I can remember and I think was the end of my dream.  But I can vividly remember it until now, and once in a while gives me a creep.  I am wondering, though, why I wasn't scared at her in my dream, and why I even called her to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yellow 4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492030-109685565533867676?l=revons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/feeds/109685565533867676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492030&amp;postID=109685565533867676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109685565533867676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109685565533867676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/2004/10/scary-dream.html' title='A Scary Dream'/><author><name>dreamers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12530156870345908145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492030.post-109653800964149106</id><published>2004-09-30T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T17:59:18.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of churches and graveyards</title><content type='html'>i have an intermittent dream..&lt;br /&gt;coming from i dont know where,&lt;br /&gt;i just know that everytime i dream of it&lt;br /&gt;it feels so real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-one-&lt;br /&gt;when i close my eyes..id start to fly.. to run..to walk..&lt;br /&gt;then illbe in soft-lighted place, with marble flooring and white columns.. a fountain with flower and water flowing..and an insence that calmly soothes one mind and body.. then ill realize im in a church.. id ask around.."am i in heaven?" "no this is a church!" ow! ..hehe so white.. so serene..ans smells good too..&lt;br /&gt;i remember touching the water..i remember seeing those lights.. then all of a sudden-- graveyard! dark, cold, eerie place.. i wonder why have i seen that? then ill walk..ill find my way out.. then ill wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-two-&lt;br /&gt;i was walking to this long, narrow, and wood-parquet flooring.. different pictures hanging on the walls.. then at the end..an altar.. i know it is a church.. i could see the tabernacle, the crucifix, all made of wood.. sun rays would come inside lighting the seats of the church, creating a homely and holy ambiance. but on the deck, seeing below from the second floor.. a graveyard (again)! there was a big statue of a saint (i dont know who really she is, until i researched on her.. and gave me chills when i found out that the saint really exist!), the yard has dozens of white cross.. green grass beneath and the big (as in huge) statue looking over them. this dream was the longest one and the most vivid and perplexing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-three-&lt;br /&gt;i was flying and landed on a church.. but unlike the others this church is so dark.. not cozy.. more of an old-spanish style church that even church goers have their 'belo' (ano b english neto??)on top of their heads.. it was communion time, and i was asked to fall in line and take one.. just when im really having one, i pray before i reached the altar..ask for forgiveness etc.. then when it was about my turn, someone called..then i woke up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-four-&lt;br /&gt;i was in this big, vast church.. looking around. i could see the priest, the church is so dark..with few ornaments and in colored violet.. strange though because instead of walking.. i was flying! i was talking to the priest, and he was about to give me a little book (maybe its a bible) when i opened my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-five-&lt;br /&gt;this dream only last for about 10 minutes.. i was kneeling infront of an altar of a round,red colored, little church when a man at the back gave me the challice and ask me to drink.. uhmmm... its weird..its blood and i could really taste it.. erggghhhhh!!!! what is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-six-&lt;br /&gt;(this is my first dream of church)the difference about this dream, is i know the church that ive gone through (in this dream i mean). it was the time when angels go down from heaven and started preaching to people, because people dont want to listen to priests or patsors anymore.. a minute of earthquake will signal the people that we should be on church and listen to angels..hmmmm.. this is so weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish someday i could see these churches.. if there are real..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you see i try to remember all of them..not because i want to write it down..but because i am hoping that one day id be able to understand it.. may it be nothing or about everything in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--maroon 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492030-109653800964149106?l=revons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/feeds/109653800964149106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492030&amp;postID=109653800964149106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109653800964149106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109653800964149106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/2004/09/of-churches-and-graveyards.html' title='of churches and graveyards'/><author><name>dreamers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12530156870345908145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492030.post-109651117762175785</id><published>2004-09-30T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T10:36:36.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from Jong Uichico, to my Grandfather</title><content type='html'>I always have vivid dreams but i tend to forget them as i wake up. Today, i made an extra effort to remember, and here are some bits and pieces of what was left from my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my highschool and i was surprised to have Jong Uichico as my prof for the day. I distinctly remember telling him "Sir, Idol ko kayo kasi coach ka ng SMB at saka ng DLSU (dati), kasu nga lang anak nyo naglalaro for ateneo" (no offense meant to all ateneans out there). It's just weird how even if my mind is in such subconscious sate, i still find ways to root for my favorite ballclubs. Not to mention that DLSU is up against FEU later this afternoon for the WIN! GO DLSU, ANIMO LASALLE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to continue...i was still in school when for some strange reason,i saw my brother, grandma, and other relatives rushing out of a far-end classroom. My brother was recounting how they had this strange creepy cold feeling sweeping over them, and how the lights went out just like that. Subsequently, he received a phone call from the hospital informing him that my grandfather has just passed away at the exact same moment the lights went out. The weird thing is that my grandfather had already left us for more than three years already. Doesn't the most remote place in my brain know this type of info? Shouldn't it know this bit of info? speaking of weird dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lady Voldemort (She who must not be named)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492030-109651117762175785?l=revons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/feeds/109651117762175785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492030&amp;postID=109651117762175785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109651117762175785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109651117762175785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/2004/09/from-jong-uichico-to-my-grandfather.html' title='from Jong Uichico, to my Grandfather'/><author><name>dreamers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12530156870345908145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492030.post-109643906942792420</id><published>2004-09-29T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T14:35:11.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intro ko...</title><content type='html'>wow!! ang gnda ng site nten huh!!! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.... here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan may mga bagay na ang hirap intindihin&lt;br /&gt;ang hirap unawain.. na khit na anong isip ang gawin mo&lt;br /&gt;prang khit kaunti hindi mo ito maunawaan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang buhay nga naman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa takbo ng oras.. sa bwat ikot ng mundo&lt;br /&gt;at lakad ng panahon.. hindi ko lubos mawari kung&lt;br /&gt;bkit kailangan p tyo mamoblema ng pra bukas..&lt;br /&gt;kung anu ang mangyayari.. kung anu dapat ang gawin nten&lt;br /&gt;at kung saan tyo dpat tumungo ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buhay n puno ng problema..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subalit kahit na anung gawin mo..&lt;br /&gt;lumuha ka man o tumawa.. lumakad ng matulin&lt;br /&gt;ang tumigil ng sandali..aagos ang buhay at ang oras&lt;br /&gt;ay wlang hihintaying magin prinsipe o prinsesa k man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayyyy... buhay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya't mas mabuti pa ang mangarap.. mas mabuti pa ang&lt;br /&gt;gumawa ng panaginip --magandang panaginip na pupukaw sa &lt;br /&gt;isang damdamin at gigising sa iyong kalooban, upang&lt;br /&gt;bawat gising mo sa umaga ay mayroon ka'ng rason upang mabuhay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganyan ang mabuhay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko man alam ang mangyayari sa akin sa hinaharap..&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko man makuha lhat ng aking mga pangarap..&lt;br /&gt;alam kong ginawa ko ang lhat upang ito'y mkamtan&lt;br /&gt;at wlang ni katiting na pagsisisi na ika'y mapapakinggan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang buhay ng tao ay kasing nipis ng ng sinulid&lt;br /&gt;kung d mo ito iingatan ay bigla itong mapapatid&lt;br /&gt;kpag hinawakan ng mahigpit ay agad itong mapuputol&lt;br /&gt;kapag hinayaan nman ay baka magtampo sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matutong mabuhay ng may ngiti at saya&lt;br /&gt;khti gaano kahirap at gaano kapait,&lt;br /&gt;mabuhay na may pangarap khit gaano man ito katayog&lt;br /&gt;pagkat ito ang nagbibigay saysay sa iyong buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....magsisimula na tyo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--maroon 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492030-109643906942792420?l=revons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/feeds/109643906942792420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492030&amp;postID=109643906942792420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109643906942792420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109643906942792420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/2004/09/intro-ko.html' title='intro ko...'/><author><name>dreamers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12530156870345908145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492030.post-109643398500147064</id><published>2004-09-29T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T10:34:10.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dreamer's Dream</title><content type='html'>We dreamt of a place, where dreams are reality, and reality is but a fraction of the dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where the spirit is free to reign. A land where innermost thoughts and boundless ideas are welcome to dwell. A world where imagination will rule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the beginning of a journey... of OUR journey... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we will be known as... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the Dreamers, Believers, Survivors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lady Voldemort (She who must not be named)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492030-109643398500147064?l=revons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/feeds/109643398500147064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492030&amp;postID=109643398500147064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109643398500147064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109643398500147064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/2004/09/dreamers-dream.html' title='A Dreamer&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>dreamers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12530156870345908145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492030.post-109627923745802204</id><published>2004-09-27T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T16:23:57.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beta</title><content type='html'>Pinalitan ko po para nakaka-antok ang dating :) yung medyo dreamy ang dating ba since dream blog tau e, hehehe&lt;br /&gt;- Yellow 4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8492030-109627923745802204?l=revons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/feeds/109627923745802204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8492030&amp;postID=109627923745802204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109627923745802204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8492030/posts/default/109627923745802204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revons.blogspot.com/2004/09/beta.html' title='Beta'/><author><name>dreamers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12530156870345908145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
