Even though I don\’t believe in superstitions or premonitions, I suddenly remembered a dream I had awhile ago. But a dream? On occasion, my dreams often predict the future in a weird way. The last time it happened was in my asian studies class 2 years ago. A few nights before our final essay was to be returned, I had a dream that my graduate student instructor for my section made an annoucement before handing back the essays. PLAGIARISM, she declared. And I knew she was talking about me. A few days later, it was almost the same. Except that I wasn\’t the one accused. She just generally talked about how disappointing that some students did it.

But back to the original dream. As I was driving back home, I remember I had a dream where I died at the age of 23. But then say you knew you were going to die in a year. By accident or disease? What are you going to do? Sure, it\’s a cliched question. But, CARPE DIEM? So much of my life, I have planned it out. I save money, refuse to spend. Not only because I am stingy, but because I worry that some emergency will happen in the future where I would need this money. Every day is planned out within the first hour I wake up including the alternatives to what I would do if some event is cancelled. When spontaneity does occur, it is almost like a fresh breeze. And there are some people who reschedule things or simply cancel things because they\’re tired. To recharge themselves. But what happened to being young and taking advantage of every oppotunity you get? What happened to that random trek across town because you want to see if the sticker you left on the back door of a shady Indian restaurant is still there?