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I just hoped for a nice and pleasant dream, didn’t I ? Normally, I don’t remember any of my dreams, but this morning when I woke up, I tried to remember what I dreamt about, got up, and wrote it down. But despite all that effort , it still seems oh so hazy. Anyway, we know dreams basically don’t make any sense, but this particular dream seems real and " normal ", not bizarre nor weird , like most dreams are. So, okay, what did I dream about ? Well, there’s a guy, a random , generic one, and my impression is, I like him. And he says he comes from a poor family, but there’s going to be a party at his house, so can I come, he asks. So, I attend the party, and what the @!#$%^, he just lied to me, I thought, coz the his house is a freaking mansion,…. no, more like Dracula’s house, with carved ceilings and all that. And there’s another girl who seems particularly close to the guy and his parents. And then, I find out the party is supposed to be a farewell party for the guy who’s leaving the next day for the US to study. Then zoom out…… I’m in his room, I see a huge bed with scary carvings, and a huge canopy, and the room is dark and scary, and I ask him, this is your room ? Then , zoom out again, I’m in the living room, and I’m starting  to get annoyed , and then I decide to get out of there. Zoom out…. I’m walking home, and the guy follows me, carrying a big plastic bag, and he gives it to me… it’s very heavy, and I see jicamas and sweet potatos in the bag, and he says that’s for me. And I ask,, do you expect me to carry this heavy bag all the way home ? The last scene that I remember is him walking away, and me yelling , You’re a liar and a douchebag and I hate you !, then I throw away the bag.   ……………. I;m wondering, why jicamas and sweet potatos ? Why not apples and oranges ?

 

Mom and I went grocery shopping today…. at WalMart. Ah – huh.  Anyways, I looked around to see if there was anything I could buy for my everyday clothes………? ? ?…… Seriously. The clothes at WalMart are all crap. And that’s even an understatement. The person who accepts those clothes from vendors to be sold at their store should be fired.

 

I was at work for 5 hours today. Yay. That was worth $ 50.00. Mom tells me not to worry about my meager spending money. We have enough money in the bank, in the Philippines. Well, I’m aware of that. I’m not afraid I’ll run out of money . We have 2 other houses there that we are renting out, and the rental money are deposited in the bank, untouched.  And there’s dad’s SSS pension., also automatically deposited in the bank. Yay. I can go shopping there.

 

Allright, this is all for today.