Its Friday afternoon again. I'm looking forward to the breakfast, warehouse shopping and optimum-points-collecting tomorrow... I still have no idea what I will be eating tonight. Oh right, I have to pick up the cruise information and then accompany Willisimo San to Pmall to get info about his game. Then he may go pick up his mom from work. I will have to follow. I just want to relax at home, or go do something fun, totally either extremes. Right now I'm out of ideas. Shopping anywhere but warehouses seem too pricey. The cost for goods has seem to go beyond my budget. Or it could be all this talk about recession and Xmas around the corner that I just simply feel this big punch in my wallet. I guess this feeling is normal this time of the year. Everyone gets stressed out. I hope I can get all the presents for my family tomorrow at the ware house. Not asking for much. Just hope to get something small that won't cost me an arm and a leg. If this could cut cost 50% then hey.. why not right? *Fingers and Toes Crossed*

Make my list tonight...or now since I don't have anything else to do.

Last night I had a weird and perplexing dream about my sister and I travelling to some foreign land. I guess we were somewhere in a market. In my dream my sister was only 12, and I was 15 I suppose. She had her cute short shoulder length black hair, frail to the look, big adventurous eyes that I recalled. We held onto our cross body pouches but found that they were opened, and when we turned into a small bridge tunnel where one vendor was crouched over his weeved basket of goods, I noticed in the corner of my eyes a man walking in right behind my sister. I thought of the worst, and to my worst fears, he was a pickpocket thief. He quickly grabbed my sister's bag, I turned around to pull it away from him and another man grabbed me and started digging into my pouch. They each tried to grab our wallets and reach into our cross body pouches. One man managed to get money from one of us, in the confusion it did not matter who's money this was but it was ours. I pulled the money away from his hands. Loonies and Toonies scattered, but I wasn't going to let him have even a dollar of  ours. I was not going to let some mugger steal and harm my sister, no one is going to bully us. I remembered it so vividly, so real, was I struggling to pull each finger to get those coins loose from his hands. I managed to throw a few punches and picked his fingers till the coins rolled loose to the ground. I quickly picked up what I could, and took my sister and ran. I looked back to see the man run off for a bit. Weary, I told my sister to tie and zip up her pouch, and then quickly doing the same for mine, we wandered to a tourist street to find ourselves looking at what seemed to be an important landmark. It was some "House of Nostredame" I read on a plaque, but what stood was a roman cement frame that resembled the front entrance, and there were pieces of what framed the corner of the building. Behind and to the right of this building were much newer modern glass buildings with tinted windows and the building to the right of it had three black statuettes. I remembered them because they intrigued me. I was thinking to myself, how modern these crosses looked, black cast irons tilted to its side carried by a winged bird or what resembled it. There were at least three 6 feet figures aligning between the old and the new building on the right of the archaic remenances. And this concluded my dream ...

I felt my dream had many meanings I can't pinpoint to explain but I liked the feeling of once again being there to protect my younger sister. The age when she really needed protecting in school. I can't remember ever being there. I was too busy with my friends at the time and this window of opportunity for me to be there for her was gone. It left me with remorse that I barried away with many memories alike.

The ruin that stood in my dream I can not explain...Perhaps somewhere in me, I am struggling with faith...But I still believed that Jesus our saviour will return for us one of these days. Someone told me that each time we see a rainbow, it is a reminder of his promise...I've seen it many times this year alone....