Year of the Rabbit

Chinese New Year is around the corner, and...dun dun dun dun! It's the year of the Rabbit!

I'm swamped with work right now, which alternatively means that I am easily distracted by things that are more interesting than, well, work. It doesn't help that I have to work off of my laptop, and that I need the internets.

So. Email about Chinese New Year Events at Stanford -> Realization that it's the year of the Rabbit -> Google Search about Chinese Rabbit Characteristics -> Blogging time

Some of these characteristics were weridly spot-on:

RABBIT:  (Is it me, or does this word look weird all caps?)

People born into this sign would rather work behind-the-scenes instead of being the center of attention in any situation. Do not misunderstand…the Rabbit is not a recluse. In fact, he is a reasonably friendly individual who enjoys the company of a group of good friends whether at a business dinner or a holiday party. Rabbits just like to be a part of the gang as opposed to the leader of it (yep).

Rabbits, like their animal counterparts, are quite calm people who do not exhibit aggressive behavior and will avoid confrontation at all costs. When angry about something, a Rabbit will approach it calmly and considerately, hardly ever raising his voice or becoming visibly annoyed (exception: my family). 

However, the Rabbit is quite keen and pays close attention to the situations developing around him. He is intelligent and quick and can talk himself in or out of most situations (like tickets) with no problem.

The Chinese Rabbit is one of the most stylish creatures (sort of) of the Chinese Animal Signs and finds interest in different cultures (exactly). He is classy and sophisticated, and can be found adorning one of the latest fashion magazine cover looks (not quite). Rabbits also like artistic ventures, such as painting and music and are generally quite present in these worlds (!!!). They love to express themselves, which is evident when joining them at home for a function or a cup of coffee.


They are most compatible with those born in the years of the Sheep, Pig, and Dog

THE FIRE RABBIT 1927 AND 1987
Fire adds an unspoken magnetism and mystery to the Rabbit. These creatures have a burning desire to get out there and live life to its fullest (:D). They are active and adventurous and love anything that sparks their creativity or curiosity (:D!). They can throw tantrums here and there, if provoked (only with my family), but most of the time they work very hard to avoid conflict or unpleasant confrontations. Fire Rabbits are charming and tend to push their emotions into the backs of their minds, but will speak up if necessary (yep).

From http://www.usbridalguide.com/special/chinesehoroscopes/Rabbit.htm

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In other news, I'm really craving Nian Gao:

Preferably dipped in egg/flour and pan fried.

Dreams

I was leaving to go to the airport to fly out to a research conference, and picking up two of my lab mates (the same lab mates I have in real life) along the way.

After I picked up lab mate #1, I realized that I hadn't packed for the conference. I told lab mate #1 to drop me off back at my place, pick up lab mate # 2, and then get me again (by which time, I'd be done packing).

Then I woke up because I had to pee.

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dreams mimicking real life...ugh.

Dreams

This isn't the first time this has happened to me, but I had a dream within a dream last night. With creepy undertones for the deepest dream. So I guess I had a nightmare within a dream. That's a first.

In the deepest dream, I was sitting alone on the floor of an apartment overlooking a beach (it reminded me of San Diego), painting something. I had two buckets of paint to prime the surface of the wood slab I was working on, one white, and one lilac. I had the white bucket open because I had already started prepping the wood surface, and the lilac one was closed.

I turned for a second to grab my brushes, and when I looked back, the white bucket was moved about 3 feet from where it was, there was a dark green stain on the floor, and the lilac bucket was opened. I assumed there was a ghost or something in the room and sorta started freaking out.

Then the bucket of white paint caught fire.

I woke up from that dream in my room back at my parent's house, got out of bed like normal, and turned on my light switch. It didn't work. I think I almost realized that I was still dreaming (because supposedly, lights and watches don't work in dreams), but then I woke up again here at Stanford.

My dreams are getting crazy again.