People do different kinds of things while sleeping; snoring, sleepwalking, screaming, laughing, and talking. To be honest, I never imagined crying taking a place in this list of subconscious behavior until this morning. It was caused by a particular dream that I had. This dream consisted of things my mind never fails to continuously bring up at any given time or day; old best friends and an old home in New York which I occupied for 19 incredible years. What's so incredible about my experience living there, you may ask. It's primarily due to the extensive, cherishable childhood and adulthood memories that made an imprint on my old neighborhood. The kind that makes you weep wiith recollection of the past as you pass by a site of memory. I almost teared immediately after stepping foot on my old neighborhood during my trip to New York in June. The dream that I had last night certainly did the job.

My dream commenced with a practically empty house. A few couches and a reasonably-sized coffee table were the only furnishings that laid before me. The coffee table was topped with food and surrounded with people whose faces I couldn't identify. Nonetheless, I identified this whole scene as a close symbolization for my last day of residing in New York; all furniture except for couches, tables, chairs, and entertainment unit were packed away. Additionally, my ex girlfriend and her parents united with my family to exchange farewells and spend quality time with one another. This portion of my dream eventually led up to one of my old best friends and I biking along a path as we'd often do whenever the weather was in our favor. We trailed through lengthy, beautiful patches of green grass and the path had one wide curve..........a great imitation of the actual location which I'm truly familiar with. It's not long until we approach our old neighborhood. As soon as we arrived at the corner of the establishment, we made our way through it slowly, but in a fashion where you're at a museum and gawk at a remarkably attractive piece of artwork that's adjacent to another.

I recall crying in my dream, wishing for a continuation of living in the same memorable neighborhood and the same cozy home. The dream ended there. Just as unexpected, my eyes were realistically teary. There and then was the opportune moment to question myself, "Wow, did I actually cry while dreaming?" This makes me wonder if anyone has ever cried as a result of their dream.

As the media claims, the economy continues to be in a recession. Does this persuade people in pulling out their good ol' credit cards and green-faced presidents on paper? Knowing that the price of goods and services have declined over the duration of the recession, the answer is undoubtedly no. One of America's prominent characteristics is consumerism. People love to buy things, ranging from a couch with a built-in toilet to a talking Parrot. Lets not also leave out *drum rolls* fast food! America's constantly on clockwork; people scramble to their destinations roughly on a daily basis. Though they may seem exceptionally occupied in performing daily tasks, people manage to take the time out to gorge themselves with hearty (pun intended) goodness. McDonald's is more than likely to be one of their choices on the menu.

How can we possibly resist McDonald's weapon, the Dollar Menu? It's difficult, I know. The Dollar Menu offers a big bang for your buck. Moreover, if you were to compare it's food item prices to other fast food restaurants, then you'd unhesitantly turn your Hyundai around and back to McDonald's and splurge yourself with its' golden list of fatty concoctions. I'm unashamed for I paid a visit to a local McDonald's earlier yesterday afternoon and ordered two Mcdoubles and two apple pies. At first, I almost spent well over $5.00 at Taco Bell. It struck me immediately, "Wait a minute, I can get a meal at McDonald's which is under $4.00 and is more filling!" Taco Bell's products and McDonald's are incomparable. McDonald's food items contain far more calories along with a wide array of other nutrients, which these products contain a considerably high percentage of. You can easily see this for yourself by accessing Taco Bell and Mcdonald's main websites.

Regardless of the unpleasant "this job's bull" employees that join the ranks of Ronald McDonald's army, his Dollar Menu's always welcoming those who are on the go and try to maintain a tight grip on their wallets. True that the food opens the door to a heart attack or case of the "runs." However, food is food and McDonald's offers food that's packed with energy, is good, and beneficial for those who are on a budget. You can't go wrong.

I already had a mental preset for my next blog entry until I read Mr_Jin's entertaining stories about his countless past sexual encounters. He convinced me to share the only one I've ever had (not that I'm taking pride in it or anything), I've decided to dedicate this weekend's blog entry to it as my mind retrieves most of the details. Hmmm, where should I begin? It all began when I stumbled upon a 23-year-old woman 5 years ago. She's chinese, was enthusiastic in videogames and literature, attractive, and had a great sense of humor. But, it was mostly her voluptuous figure that negated the other amazing characteristics. Not to also mention that I had an asian fetish, which I still carry on. I must've been only 17 years old. During this stage in my life, a large chest was the sole criteria of a boner, especially on an asian woman who's also attractive. This was my perspective of an asian goddess. I was only a young adolescent, so you couldn't blame me. Young boys always think with their dicks.

We met through two of my friends, whom I rode with to pick her up. This was followed by aimless driving. It was short-lived when we passed by a Burger King. All four of our stomachs agreed to drop in and get some food. I was $.10 short of the cost of my meal. She was too kind in lending me $.10. After all of us enjoyed some hearty goodness, we continue to sit for another hour and left. Her and I didn't exchange much words. I didn't expect this to occur after remembering that my friend told me she had a boyfriend. But, that didn't stop me from being flirtatious. I had much doubt in crossing paths with her again. My doubt ended up being overturned 5 years later. I found her on Facebook through the friend who initially introduced us to each other. I thought then, "Facebook's surely living up to its motto; connecting people around the world."

She unhesitantly accepted my friend request. As soon as I expected, we started to chat on Facebook. What I  didn't expect was for her to actually recall when we met the first and only time. She even remembered assisting me with the whopping $.10 that I needed to pay for my food. Moreover, I didn't expect to talk to her roughly every single day for an extensive amount of time. She was 28 years old, slimmed down (even though I thought that she looked great in the first place), and looked like a year didn't have a prayer on her. She still had two voluptuous objects which bestowed upon her, but I cared less. As I aged, I trained myself in prioritizing a woman's personality over her milk containers, for I found a woman's personality to be more important. Along with her twins, she continued to take interest in literature, videogames, and developed this amazingly cute laugh which always got me. It wasn't long until our online conversations upgraded to that of phones.

Every dialogue that we created together was amazing. It's as if our chemistry was outstanding. The only thing that stood between her and I was.......*scary music plays*......her boyfriend. Yep, the same one that I mentioned earlier. I couldn't believe it myself. She remained to be with the same dude from the moment I met her to the moment I met her again. She wasn't married or even engaged. I found this to be very shocking. Then again, marriage is like the World Series of Baseball; much preparation is required physically and mentally. Lets not also leave out the belle of the ball, patience. Anyway, she reported that her boyfriend mistreated her extremely. I provided her with the best support that I could offer as a friend. I was with her every step of the way while she endured the harsh times ignited by her boyfriend. Eventually, she broke up with her boyfriend and one thing led to another. We read each other love poems and shared tear-jerking love songs. I compiled a CD containing carefully hand-picked love songs by me and sent it to her. I even put my artistic ability to the test by designing the album cover. This was in exchange for the lovely letter she wrote me along with her scent regeants. They smelled so good that whenever I took a whiff from them, I felt like I walked through a garden of flowers. I considered these to be very sentimental, since they were a part of her.

The wonderful chain reaction didn't come to a halt just yet. Our "unique" friendship evolved to webcamming. At that point, we've grown to be so comfortable with each other that we started to have webcam sex. I was astonished at her finally-revealed body. Patience has finally paid off! Although we were sex-oriented, we still proceeded in having more of those productive and tremendous talks. It wasn't all about sex. We both actually enjoyed each other's company. Everything appeared to be just right. I hated to use the word "perfect" because such a word's overrated. I was planning a trip to my former state of residency, New York for September of 2008. I wanted to invest a majority of my stay into her availability, which is one of the things that I regret doing. We made a joint effort in organizing a list of events that we wanted to do together throughout my entire stay (a week). Of course, we abided by the list. A little birdie somehow landed on her ex-boyfriend's shoulder and informed him of my arrival. But, that didn't stop the both of us meeting each other virtually once again. One of the friends who I luckily met with was the one who introduced her to me. We've known each other for many years. We consider each other to be brother and sister as well as close friends. I gave her the scoop on what's going on between the asian goddess and I. She tried to warn me online and through the phone numerous times of her true self. I should've believed her in the first place, knowing that she's been around with the asian goddess unquestionably longer than I have. I neglected her for I had to see for myself. The only truth is experience, as Plato said in a nutshell.

Whenever we went out, we'd take turns paying. Our schedule limited me to the amount of people I wanted to see during my visit. This woman and I couldn't live without spending a significant amount of time with each other. We've had alot of make-out sessions. She was such a great kisser. It was so great that the thought of her tongue and mouth being conjoined with a different guy's mouth escaped my mind. Nonetheless, each moment spent with her was perceived as magical and passionate. One night, I took her to my old neighborhood in Queens. There's a park where I'd always run and family events were held, Cunningham Park. When darkness came, the stars would be visible. They'd also twinkle like the bubbles in a glass of wine. I wanted to introduce and share this sight with her. While we sat underneath the beautiful dark blanket of the moon and stars, she said to me, "I wanted to wait right before you leave, but I can't wait. I want to give you something." I said, "Ok, if you insist." She instructed me to turn my head and close my eyes. After I executed both, she took my left hand and guided it underneath her shirt. I began to feel something big and soft. It was her right breast. The only thing that came (no pun intended) to both of my heads was, "Wow." I couldn't believe that she did this. In actuality, after taking everything that we've done and experienced together into account, I had a feeling that this was going to happen, as well as the feeling of being paralyzed.

Touching her heavenly chest for the first time welcomed my one-eyed wonder weasel being tugged like a cow's utter. The following day was the day that complied with the saying, "Save the best for last." She wanted me to come to her house. Without delay, I did. She easily invited me into her room. She introduced some of her artwork to me. I keenly observed every single one, providing feedback to each. This was followed by conversation. She told me that she studied acting for a short period of time. Both of us set talk aside for a bit after talking for awhile. Remember how we were horny towards each other? Well, our sexual instincts collided. This time, we had physical interaction. I held her, kissed her, and worshipped her body as if there was no tomorrow. I grasped the opportunity to smell her hair and skin as I played with it swiftly and kissed her neck. Although I didn't bake the turkey in the oven, there were other alternatives, *cough cough*. We managed to express our jungle fever towards each other on many other occassions before it was my time to depart. I didn't want this memorable week to end. But, I had to return home because of work the following day. My flight was scheduled to leave Laguardia Airport at 1:55 p.m. Unfortunately, I missed it. I couldn't afford to pay for another ticket. My bank account was already overdrawn by a few hundred dollars. My asian goddess insisted on paying for it without mentioning to pay her back. I had no choice but to accept her exceptionally generous offer of $365.00. Yeah, a crazy price for a one-way ticket back home, I know.

Throughout the duration of the flight, I sat in amazement of how all of these things occurred within well over a few months time. Almost right after reaching my home successfully, what my asian goddess and I had established shifted from a fairy tale to a world coordinated by Freddy Kreuger. She decided to give her ex-boyfriend another chance to redeem himself and continue to not be engaged when having a history of giving up 8 years of her life for him. Who am I to judge though? However, I took her claims of her relationship strongly and defended her. Returning to the day that I arrived back home. I sat in my room, recalling the time when the now asian devil told me that she studied acting and the several times my dear close friend wrapped caution tape around my head in a mental fashion. I also recollected the tears that we shed infront of each other, the times we embraced one another, and all of the other wonderous times that involved us. That asian woman deserved to have "devil" applied to her name for the wide array of demonic acts she's committed. Of course, her boyfriend joined in on the fun. Verbally harassing my friend and myself through hate mail is just to name one among the rest. They've also terrorized us. Even after paying her back and being done with her, she continued to bother my friend for months to come. You wouldn't believe every word that she typed. You'd think that an evil creature possessed her.. She's molded my life into a rollercoaster ride that took me into the depths of hell.

Due to being emotionally attached to her, I felt even worse. I gave it my all. I made sure that time encircled her. I made sure that her upcoming days would be free of sorrow. I returned the same love, care, and devotion she showed me, at least. I had put myself out there to such lengths that in the end, my heart was obliterated. In the long run, the whole thing appeared to be my soul being cashed in for the devil's pleasure. With the evidence I gathered earlier, I, as the Chief Inspector, concluded that I was played like a damn dildo. Keep in mind that I've never been through such a thing. Respectively, I brought this entire scenario to another friend of mine's attention. He's about 7 years older than me and has went through exactly the same thing. He's even been through other various different scenes which are incomparible to mine. My friend justified the whole incident like Sherlock Holmes would; I was a rebound. When the asian devil had her way with me, she demanded me to pay her back the price of the airfare. I agreed in hopes of her refraining from disturbing my friend and myself. I felt like I paid $365.00 to a hooker. Not that I've ever been with one, but seen them lurk around.

I was clueless as to how to react towards being a rebound. Was I supposed to celebrate, "Wohoo! I got used! This is friggin' awesome! Lets go out and get some friggin' Popeye's chicken" or was it what I did the best method of approaching this; being tranquil, seeking for emotional support from certain friends, and moving on? Was I completely deceived of being loved? I believe that option B was best in going about this incident. The result was my once broken heart being ailed. It's unquestionable that it took time, but my expectations were met sooner. I regret and not regret living the shoes of a rebounder. My regret for being involved in this particular event's evident; my heart was destroyed. On the optimistic side of this happening, I actually benefited from it; I didn't forget how to love and be loved. Prior to this occurrence, I was in a real relationship with one girl. This was the only relationship that I've ever been in. We strode for 2 1/2 years. We experienced everything together at firsthand. Disconcerning the ups and downs, it was great. After we closed it off, I was paranoid that I'd forget what love is. Not to mention that there was a 3-year gap inbetween the break-up and the time I bumped into that asian devil. Therefore, I'm grateful towards the asian devil for sparking the love that I once possessed. Ultimately, I'm also grateful for obtaining the knowledge of a rebound. It's a pair of shoes that I may not want to place my feet into ever again.