A dream. A nightmare.

Today, I dreamt of us. Believe me when I say that it was a good one. We were happy though scared of the consequences of our action. We were unbreakable. That when things have to be real (in the dream world), we chose to held hands.

(Still in the dream) One night, there was a party and you wanted alone time with me. I wasn't completely agreeing with that notion. I was confused, but I followed even though my mind chose to be with others, and my brain was telling me to stop. The others demanded that from both of us. And in that small space where we met, we agreed to follow the others even though deep inside, we both wanted to hold on.

It was a good dream, believe me. A really good one. I was happy in it.

But when I woke up, reality told me it wasn't. It was a nightmare! A nightmare of good memories that needed to be dumped.

P.S. Happy Birthday to my cousin, Kokoy! I'm happy you're with your family now.

P.S.S I should get a shrink, shouldn't I?

Think of happy thoughts

Was reading my blog in 2007, and I happened to thank Denise for telling me to think of happy thoughts when I'm sad. So now, I'm trying to ignore my conflicted and very unhelpful environment.  Think of happy thoughts. ?

I'm thinking of my mom now. Maybe she's the best memory I have. Too bad, she's just a memory now. Think of happy thoughts.

I remember having merienda when my mom will suddenly on the stereo. Switch it to a n old-school station and just dance. I remember, it was about sjnset, and the it was a bit dark but our has was tinged in orange because of the sunlight, and the orange lit sky.

Those were the days I never even have thought that someday, my mom will be gone. Those were the days when my only idea of death is that you burying your grandparents under the ground. Those were the days when my only problem was waking up so early in the morning.
Those were the days.

Thinking of happy thoughts.

P. S. This is my first time to use my phone in blogging.