Old "cardboard" container for commentaries, favorite tunes, ideas and stories (even fiction) tucked away under my bed. A journal of sorts.
Lunes, Abril 19, 2021
Backstreet Boys - I Want It That Way (Lyrics)
Sabado, Abril 17, 2021
"Swing"
It looked like a “reddish” or ”brownish” corner lot townhouse (or maybe a duplex?), because you had a lawn around your home: front, side and back. Your unit was attached to another by a firewall, but the extent of adjacent unit/s was blurred to my vision, so I don’t know how far it went on. The window of your room which faced the frontage had large blinds. There was a swing just outside the room (still within the fence) where I sat playfully. You were dressing up; your mother was at the door and the rest of the family was playing a board game in your living room. For some reason, I was wearing formal clothes— typical long sleeves, slacks & leather shoes.
“Wait for me?”, you asked with an intonation. “Yes”, I responded looking at the window while still sitting on the swing. “Hey, no peeping!”, your mother exclaimed at me as I answered your question. The three of us laughed. 😅😂🤣
I stared blankly at the grass… but I knew I was happy. I felt it.
You peeked through your own blinds and called me by name: “Jase… wait for me?” Same inquiry but with higher inflection and this time in a louder tone. This is the first time in a long time that someone called my name in a dream. I replied with, “Yes, I miss you… so much.”
There were other things that happened but I can no longer remember them. And that was it.
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I am quite amused that your mom always appears with you now in my sleep. She’s “added protection and support”, because however strong I perceive you to be, you are still somewhat fragile. 🤗
I don’t know why I have this hope… I feel I shouldn’t give up on you just yet. Although I might still be wrong. I’m aware that you may very well be committed already, but it seems that the hints of our Minister appear stronger for me. ✌😅 NO OFFENSE… I’m sorry, but this is what I actually feel. No disrespect, though. I just don’t want 'him' to use you. Again, I hope you are not “blinded”. This was also another hint of our Minister: “Ikaw naman… niligawan ka lang, sinagot mo naman kaagad!” I remember these things like they were yesterday; I also have photographic memory. BUT for all I know, plantsado niyo na ang lahat. November will later approach. I’ll cross the bridge when I get there. God will either lead us on or pull us back as He pleases; He knows what’s best for us.
Whatever the case is, I am always here. Take care of yourself. 💗
Ingatan nawa. May God bless us all the remaining days of our life. 🙏
Biyernes, Abril 16, 2021
Linggo, Marso 28, 2021
This Sunday morning amused me...
Despite the looming ECQ, this Sunday morning amused me.
I dreamt that a family “adopted” me as one of their own. They lived at the edge of the village where we used to live, nostalgic roads I always dream about. They had a family business, a humble “Jolli-jeep”. It’s a Filipino (maybe NCR) contraption: a retired passenger jeepney that has been turned into a travelling sari-sari store; parking at conspicuous spaces near office buildings around lunchreak and afternoon snacktime, selling food: anything from rice & viand to banana-que, lumpia & turon. (I can relate to it since my mother befriended an old lady, Aling Napi, who happened to be in the same business when I was very young. We were regular customers in her Jolli-jeep in the late 80s, whenever I was at my mother’s work during summertime– a government bank in that intersection of Makati Avenue and Buendia.)
I started out to be this family’s regular customer and became close to the mother and her eldest, because she was always generous with her portions. I LOVE THAT. 😅 HAHAHA!!! 😋 I can’t exactly recall what happened in between, but I found myself helping them pack up and “go home” to their house everyday. The old lady was very endearing, as any of us would want a loving parent to be. The family members themselves were humble and decent, but I couldn’t remember their faces. It was odd that I noticed I always looked on the floor, as if my head was constantly bowed down. They are a very desirable family. Maybe they made me humble, too. It seemed like an ordinary dream until I realized the family’s composition:
A sweet old couple adopted me, they had three daughters and a son,
These siblings rarely talked to me except for one
She always took good care of me in every way,
Maybe that’s why I eventually intended to stay. 💗
Once again, memories and imagination blended in my sleep. Add wishful thinking to that. Still strange, but heartwarming and lovely. 🙃🙂