eufaula. i dreamt about andrew and stuart (stu). andrew was in his right frame of mind but precariously unstable. i asked him if he wanted to visit stu and his family. the familiar front lawn which greeted us on the way, was filled with richly colored green. at stu's house, andrew fell into another episode before stu can open the door. there was a kid in jammies with stu. only in reality, there is no kid. stu saw me trying to calm andrew down. something has triggered andrew. so we gave up and decided to just go home. the house was different. it was white and plain. different from the pastel colored bungalo i was familiar with. i enjoyed walking with andrew back to the apartment. it is usually favorable. whenever i dream about something or someone. i get to hear news about it or them after a few days.
finally!! today is our last day of VB classes. its added knowledge and experience and maybe a lesson to be more tolerant of other languages. its almost religious. i have always felt and was open about my feelings for c and c++. and after taking these clasess. i maintain this belief.
this is kendall manor. the house which i identified eufaula with because it is rustic, simple, and typical of the big houses there. it was originally owned by a family, who ran (past tense) a cotton plantation. it was appropriate to have slaves at that time. then after the civil war, it was bought by a private citizen and was eventually turned into a musuem. there are a number of other surviving arhitectures in the city.
i easily become attached to people, places, and things. (like a habit thats hard to break). i cant explain the mechanics behind it. i am no psychologist. when does passion become an obsession?
i have to start taking pictures of the island. even from just the name .. "cebu: the harbor city island" .. already conjures a profusion of exotic imaginations. i already have good ideas on where to start. its beautiful here (well, its beautiful anywhere, really). taking pictures is effortless, like driving automatic, all you have to do is point. no wonder a lot of people pick it up. (this hobby of photographie)