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Visions or hallucinations?....and some tawts

It's Christmas day! Of course, the tradition in our household is still followed. During Christmas day, my belly is still bloated from last night's dinner and my apologetic rhetoric to everyone..."Sorry wala akong gift ha. :(". My candid brother will remark, "What else is new? " So I just give them money and let them shop what they want.. wala talaga akong wenta. I am a bane to a consumerist society.

Anyway, while my family is out shopping, I am smoking my father's Philip Morris yosi. Yeah, I don't smoke when my mom's around, and my father is a Philip Morris fan so beggars cannot be choosy. While I was puffing the cigarette in a hurry since my family might come back earlier than expected, I realized that the Philip Morris cigarette is surprisingly long. Mauubusan ka na ng hininga at pagmumuni-muni before mo matapos ang isang stick. Compared to a Marlboro stick that is just one story long (isang kwento lang from a friend, and short story itoh ha) and it's all gone... hahaha...

Then, I remembered a dream from way back. I was not a smoker then, but I had a dream that I was at home in Pampanga and smoking a Philip Morris cigarette. I found it so weird then because, first I don't smoke and if I do smoke, Philip Morris will be way down my list of choices and second, I had short hair. Hmmmm.. me and my dreams... Reminded me of recent dreams I had which I found so weird.. Will they also come true? :)
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I have this yearning to go to a desert... the Sahara desert. I think I'll have going to Egypt and rolling down the dunes of the Sahara as one of my to-dos the coming year. Wish me luck!

AMEN!

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