Holland, 1945.

So, it's officially a Monday. I should be off to bed because I have Filipino folk-dancing practice in the rise-and-shine hours of noon, but I'd rather sit here. It's not as bad as you think, sitting in the same spot for a long time.

Okay, you got me.
Slumber sounds the best right now.

I was talking to friend earlier. He said that he traveled during his winter vacation. In mine, well, it was pretty much spent in this same spot. Ahh, how I've gotten to know this spot over the many vacations that have passed. I'm okay with it. I've had memories sitting here. Doing stuff, BUT NOT THE DIRTIES. Haha. Yes, so he was telling me to get out more. But I tell him that I need a card for that, called a DRIVER'S LICENSE. And a vehicle. But I don't have any of those, thus not getting a chance to get out of the house and doing something productive. (But I don't see sitting here as nonproductive working; it's totally acceptable!) He says that travelling get boring and convincing me that all travel isn't as so much fun. I say to him:

"BUT I'D LOVE NOTHING MORE THAN TO TRAVEL!", which is ultimately true.
Alas, I've never been out of this awfully rugged and torturous country.
As a matter of fact, never out of California.
Sad.

He says: "Please try to get out more."
I says: "But I'm working on my discolouration. While everyone wants a tan, I stand out and opt for paleness." But none of that vampire-y, Twilight crap. Goodness, I hate Twilight.


Christmas was a jolly, good day.
Everyone seemed so depressed, though. It made me a little down. Sadly, I didn't even get to treat myself to something nice, like Doctor Who on DVD. (Damn, British imports...) But at least it was a yuletide gathering with the kin. Ho Ho Ho. Now, I'm just waiting for the New Year.
2009, how frightful. I'm getting older by the day.

Anyways, I think it's better I be off. I need the energy for a good day of dance. Goodnight.
Cheers xoxo .