All I have to do is Dream

When my officemate found out I was drop dead madly interested in the Sandman, she gave me this postcard:


There's just something oddly attractive about Dream's dark and brooding personality, don't you think?

Siigghh.

Hello, summer

I'm waving hello to two things as the hot and balmy weather slowly kicks in.

The first wave goes to my sister who just got back from Australia last night. We were separated for four long months. I missed our mindless bickering over the most shallow circumstances--like the failure or returning a borrowed item in her closet. We both missed each other's company dearly that it led us both to lie side by side on her twin-sized bed that evening, both of us blindly staring at the ceiling while faking an Australian accent as we talk about random adventures we both had while apart. One of her Australian escapades included a trip to the National Museum... she brought me home a little souvenir from the place:


Everyday creatures reveal their structure in this household display of domestic bliss.


The Bone Ranger rides again.

I'd say, everybody's got skeletons in their closet... right? These postcards were such a treat aside from the Russian Dolls she gave me.

The second wave (and I wave with all my might as I shout, "HEEELLLOOO!!") goes to my new job at Hinge Inquirer Publications. Yes! I am, again, part of the work force. And as I welcome this employment opportunity this summer, my friend Sica hands me a card over the last February weekend:


"I just wish we are able to do something we love to do. That way, our only problem will be how to be grateful..."

I think I'm going to like this job, then perhaps eventually fall in love with it. And I'm grateful for this opportunity that begins this Summer. Yay!