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Peace

I dreamt my driver called to say he was dying, then I couldn't get back to sleep, because after that I thought I was the one dying of an aneurysm but I think my head just hurt because Brigitte Fontaine's Le Brin d'Herbe was on loop for like the WHOLE NIGHT but I was seriously palpitating. I hate sleeping alone ahahaha.

Salmon Quiche and the Risen Christ

The Legazpi Market is full of gourmet intrigue and non-edible wonders. And hot foreigners wearing pajamas. I wonder what it feels like to sell your stuff there every Sunday; the folks who do it generally seem happy each time I see them..don't they get kind of bored? Guess not heehee

Happy Days

Every year we have a santa scaring kids and this time, a very underage one assumed the position and during the program, he asked one 3/4 year old... "What is your favorite part of Christmas?" And we burst out laughing at his existential question that the kid never got to answer. I love my fake bread present because it smells like real bread and is so squishy I couldn't help biting into it : ' } God bless everyone!

Lemony

I am going to try my hand at speaking in code. : )

I recieved a futureme letter from exactly one year ago, and it was the time I was being pedobear over this fellow whose lips were red like raspberries in the faura smoket sunlight HAHAHHA. I can't believe I am typing this trash. Well, hearing about the pleasantries of a year ago in a school whose happy spirit and memories I can still taste almost brought me to tears in the early morning. I have lost the feeling of looking forward to my day these days, and waking up really sucks. The weather being cold seems to make it worse because that is when my pillow is all the more inviting and fluffy. The job is easier as the day goes on and I am finding that I really am no morning person unless I get up of my own accord with a good thing to look forward to. But isn't everybody that way? Things ought to be taking a turn for the better because Christmas is coming and the whole family is going to come together and experience the joy of living or la alegria de vivir for a few days. My hobo friend from downstairs speaks Italian and has silvery gossamer hair which looks impeccable despite the rest of her hobo self. Actually, her fingers look clean as well. The bosses enjoy fine wine and making fun of their underlings in good humor during Christmas festivities. I need to live inside my weekends harder because they are what keep me strong throughout the week. What a weak thing to say to a general audience that has probably experienced much heavier burdens and pain in life. I hope that this long post is not looked upon with anger, and I am wondering how much trouble I will be in for creating my fairly easy coded message. The management would certainly have my head if they found out about this. I would like to be a part of the espionage industry.

The Castle Yonder

This is the second time I dream about a sideways elevator in a span of 1 month jeje. And I'm always in some odd hotel, getting on an elevator with the intention of finding the rest of my family or something like that; and instead of going up, it decides to take twists and turns all around and throughout the hotel--through the halls, into the dining areas, out the entry, around the pools and grounds--it always takes me from the inside to the outside. And the dreams are tinged with slight foreboding. Maybe because I'm always a bit disturbed by where the elevator (which is also always made of glass...but I haven't thought of Willy Wonka in ages!) will take me. Other than that I love the hotel dreams because they're empty hotels where I can do anything I like. Like a ghost.

Sorrows

I passed out on the bathroom floor because of something highly losery. And I hope this bug lasts 24 hours tops haha. I curled up in a towel and waited for death but it did not arrive haha only more waves of pain!