You've been frequenting my dreams again, really it is alright but here's my deal: maybe we should cook up themes that are tad less scary?
Apparently, your frightening visits are well-timed for the Halloween but my guess is that you're on for a haunting spree in my dreams.
I did not really mean to make mom cry. Understand that 'bread winning' is not exactly the most promising career path. I am complaining, yes, but I'm not the type who peters-out from his obligations.
I hope that rests you in peace.
Since today is supposedly your day (along with the many who have gone to their rest in the hope of rising again), I wish you a rokin' and rollin' time.
Dreaming of your divine pinapaitan & heavenly (pardon the pun) dinuguan,
I travelled a bit and have dined on expensive and cheap tables alike and I'm proud to say that you remain to be best cook in the whole world!
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