This electronic journal is continued on tonyperezphilippinescyberspacebook28.blogspot.com.

We fear isolation, but it is in isolation that we come face-to-face with God.

We yearn to create as a form of competition, making us blind to the true beauty of Creation.

An electronic device is designed for its company to express itself, never for you to express yourself.

It is inadvisable to post photos of yourself in which you do not look as you do in person. You become a big disappointment to others, and, ultimately, you become a big disappointment to yourself.

Good morning, Cubao!

Why do computer companies continue offering more and more apps when they know, at the same time, that the computers they are selling don't have enough memory to accommodate them?

Good night, Cubao!

Watching replays on TV while sitting up for Aubrey.

Began a thorough cleaning of the kitchen, since it was slightly exposed to the wall cutting the previous week. Will also continue doing a thorough cleaning of the dining area tomorrow.

Cleaning house is an art and a skill. If you don't know how to do the cleaning efficiently and well, you won't manage to clean anything at all and will even feel miserable for it.

Once you know how to clean, on the other hand, you afterward have a feeling of great satisfaction.

"And I wear my sunglasses at night/

So I can keep track/

Of the visions in my eyes/"

Now Aubrey is off to a birthday party with a classmate, after spending my coffee change on two boxes of Krispy Kreme to take to the party.

I shall have to wait up for her tonight.

In the meantime Angelique wants to eat just the rest of the pizzas for dinner. I am still trying to convince her to join me for a regular meal at M.'s cafe.

Three Down, Nothing More To Go

We received a text-message from Seattle's Best yesterday, informing us that their planners are now available.

Finally, I have one, and in a color I like: orange. When conducting the Blocked On Colors exercise with my creative writing participants, the colors that are blocked from their memory are, consistently, orange and violet. No one can give a satisfactory explanation as to why.

My personal explanation is that they are magical colors and that they are not for everyone.

I gave Angelique, Aubrey, and Angelique's classmates the money to wipe out all the blank spaces on our card with Christmas drinks and espressos to take home.

We have now passed the three-planner Christmas challenge. Quite ridiculous and petty, I know, but we all need planners for 2016 anyway. Electronic calendars are too unwieldy and do not offer us the luxury of space, the luxury of feeling and smelling the sweet scent of paper, and the luxury of writing. They also seem to deprive us of our individuality.

J. arrived. Now I have five young adults in the house.

Ordered pizzas for the granddaughters and Angelique's classmates.

I had lunch at M.'s cafe.

Took out the trash and cleaned part of the dining area.

The dead mouse said, "We take what we can get and we get what we can take, because only human beings practice politeness and correctness."

The dead mouse said, "I lived in trash, but you, too, live in trash. You take out more trash from your house than you take in other things. All of your rituals and celebrations result in even more trash. There is not a day or night on earth that you do not produce trash. The moment you leave your house you are surrounded with trash, and only the annihilation of the human race will change that, for trash is not what it is but what human beings define it to be."

Good morning, Cubao!

Slept eight hours last night.

Overcast skies above the district. I love it. It allows me to see people in soft lighting, and without shadows.

Angelique's classmates are over to work some more on their group project.

I need to clean up today, starting with the dining area, and then do my laundry.

Benjie will have his three-day weekend again and will resume work on Tuesday. Must clean up while he is away, then decide what colors to paint the walls.

Good night, Cubao!

The granddaughters want to visit the cemetery with Ivy's relatives on Ivy's birthday. I need to know what the plan is.

When it rains, it snows.

Dinner with Angelique at M.'s cafe.

Aubrey coming home later tonight. I might have to pick her up from school.

Felt like Simoun, presenting my tray of jewelry round the compound, the cafe, and D.'s store.