It's been raining non-stop. I'm on a 3-day off so I'm lucky that I don't have to struggle (at least, for now) getting to the office and deal with the flood. Oh you know how Makati City turns out to be a water world every time it rains, it sucks- big time.
So, since I was just at home last weekend, it turned out to be an eat-sleep-sleep-eat kind of a weekend.
I'm a happy kid! I had more than eight hours of sleep! but weird, each time I wake up I still feel that I need to sleep more!
What's worst about it is that I should be feeling okay, to have an eight hour sleep or so, is something that I would beg to have, but when I finally had it, it didn't feel so great.
It's probably because of the dream that I had.
I dreamed of my baby boy Astaro- I don't know why. It's been a long time, really, really long time.
I haven't heard anything about him since the last time I saw him. I wish I could say I remember all the details of my dreams but what I remember is just me- hugging him tight, he was giggling like he was excited to see me.
I even heard him laugh and I was crying and smiling at the same time.
For some reason, it felt so real. The dream felt so real. Too bad that it had to end so soon but what I remember is enough.
I wonder every so often what it would be like if he's still with me and had met his brother LJ and his cousins Macoi and Aki. Would they get along? Would they like each other? Would they fight like my sister and I were doing when we were little kids?
Sigh. I woke up feeling heavy and irritated. There are some things, a lot of things actually that I wish I can change but I just can't, hindi bale, they say you can't just have it all at once.
I smiled to Will- the only person who had been dealing with my kind of mood and attitude lately- he deserves an award for doing it good. I haven't had a chance to thank him yet so I decided to cook something for him that I know he would totally love.
I know everything has changed and dreams are just dreams, not real.
Whatever that means, I'm still glad that I had the chance to meet him, even not for real.
So, since I was just at home last weekend, it turned out to be an eat-sleep-sleep-eat kind of a weekend.
I'm a happy kid! I had more than eight hours of sleep! but weird, each time I wake up I still feel that I need to sleep more!
What's worst about it is that I should be feeling okay, to have an eight hour sleep or so, is something that I would beg to have, but when I finally had it, it didn't feel so great.
It's probably because of the dream that I had.
I dreamed of my baby boy Astaro- I don't know why. It's been a long time, really, really long time.
I haven't heard anything about him since the last time I saw him. I wish I could say I remember all the details of my dreams but what I remember is just me- hugging him tight, he was giggling like he was excited to see me.
I even heard him laugh and I was crying and smiling at the same time.
For some reason, it felt so real. The dream felt so real. Too bad that it had to end so soon but what I remember is enough.
I wonder every so often what it would be like if he's still with me and had met his brother LJ and his cousins Macoi and Aki. Would they get along? Would they like each other? Would they fight like my sister and I were doing when we were little kids?
Sigh. I woke up feeling heavy and irritated. There are some things, a lot of things actually that I wish I can change but I just can't, hindi bale, they say you can't just have it all at once.
I smiled to Will- the only person who had been dealing with my kind of mood and attitude lately- he deserves an award for doing it good. I haven't had a chance to thank him yet so I decided to cook something for him that I know he would totally love.
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| Bulalo ang bagoong isda |
I know everything has changed and dreams are just dreams, not real.
Whatever that means, I'm still glad that I had the chance to meet him, even not for real.
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