02 February 2009

Dear Diary, this is what I dream...

Sleeping (room) is in a retail store.  I get up early to read something in the news paper.  Room next door is Yvo's parents.  Yvo gets up to look at program on TV, something to do with her work.  When I'm done I'm going back to our room to get ready, but now in retail store and shoppers are already there.

Yvo follows me and ask me to wait for her.  I know more or less where the room is, but can't find it.  Yvo says 'it's down here' and I follow her, but we still can't find the room.

There is this one shop I keep on visiting, and the owner waits at the door and I rush out because I think it is closing time, but other workers are still inside and the owner shake her head disbelieving as to why I thought she's closing. 

We share a table with many people.  I make a wise crack and everyone laugh but the shop owner misunderstood.  Both her and the person I make wise crack to is difference race.  I meant as a compliment and she thought it was derogative.  I don't help her right.  (something about wearing nice shoes so I thought he must have lots of money, but I made comment about something else).

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