Beyond this fire exit in my captain's cabin bedroom, the compound driveway. While I am sitting at my computer I love to hear the conversations of passersby outside--secrets being shared, misunderstandings, arguments, problems at work, domestic matters, hopes and dreams.

M.'s cafe officially reopened this evening. Their business hours are 6:00 PM to 3:00 AM.

The werewolf might mosey over for a beer and something to go with it later.

Dinner at home with Angelique, CatCat, and J.

Aubrey still at her university activity.

Dusk falls on Cubao.

Lolling in my captain's cabin bedroom again after a day of painting. In bed watching local news.

Should read another chapter from _The Cat Who Said Cheese_.

Worked an hour on twelfth layer on one painting and sixth glaze on the other.

Now this layer and this glaze must dry.

Calling it a day for painting. Will resume tomorrow.

Worked an hour on eleventh layer on one painting and fifth glaze on the other.

Worked an hour on tenth layer on one painting and fourth glaze on the other.

Angelique off to the salon, Aubrey to the family dentist's and then to a school activity, CatCat to the market to buy ingredients for a pasta dinner this evening.

Home alone.

As for me, my day began with the arrival of a nice delivery item I'd been expecting.

Two cups very black, Kalinga coffee that my son Chito bought in Baguio for me.

Lunch at home with Angelique, Aubrey, and CatCat.

The sun is emblazoned on the king's golden shield.

Good noon, Cubao!

Slept eleven hours last night.

Dreamt that I went to a shop in Farmers Garden. A saleswoman approached me and said that a pair of Balinese masks that Aubrey ordered just arrived. I checked them out, and other masks she had as well, but they were souvenir masks made of papier-mache, and I said that I would buy only handcarved, wooden masks.

The werewolf crossed the street to the burger stand.

Dinner at home with Angelique and CatCat. Aubrey and a friend had dinner out.

Birthday celebration ongoing in M.'s cafe.

Ninth layer and third glaze must dry completely.

Calling it a day for painting.

Worked an hour on ninth layer on one painting.

Worked an hour on eighth layer on one painting. Waiting for the glaze on the other painting to dry completely.

Worked an hour on seventh layer on one painting and third glaze on the other.

I do not know you + You have no Friends to show + You have no Photos to show = I will not accept your Friend Request.

Finished reading another chapter from The Cat Who Said Cheese.

Worked an hour on sixth layer on one painting and second glaze on the other.

Lunch at home with Angelique and CatCat. Aubrey at university.

Worked an hour on fifth layer on one painting and first glaze on the other.

A famous woman says goodbye.

April 10, 2017

I now use Chinese calligraphy brush holders for all of my brushes.

Your Messenger message:

"Hi, Sir Tony. I just wanna share with you that I dreamt of __ ______. Usually nagpaparamdam talaga sya pag malapit na Ang birthday nya, May 1. In my dream today, parang nasa tv show sya ng Sesame Street as one of the characters, Ernie and Bert with __________ as his partner na nasa video file ni _____n for me to upload daw sa fb to greet him on his birthday. Another one is a clip of him joining parang Mr. _______ na naka trunks sya At super fit and super happy. I’m forever hoping that he’s in a good place now. I pray for his soul every night. Just sharing. Thanks po"


My reply:

Hello _______________!

Yes, he is in a good place. If nothing can be deleted from cyberspace, then no one can be separated from God.

The concept of "hell" is introduced to us in the Old Testament as a place called Gehenna. Very few theologians know that Gehenna was an actual place in the desert where the Hebrews (and presumably other people) stashed their trash and their waste, somewhat like Smokey Mountain and Payatas. It was, naturally, an unpleasant place to be in. It stank of "fire and brimstone" because most of the trash combusted due to the intense heat. Many outcasts, including lepers, lived there. Hell to the ancient Hebrews, then, was a place no one wanted to be in.

I believe that, if fathers continue to love, defend, and be devoted to their sons who are criminals, how much more so God, who is the Father of us all?

When __ was alive he yearned for so much affirmation, affection, friendship, and love. All of those, he always had from God, though he did not always see it.

He still wishes to be remembered with those gifts. Light a candle especially for him on his birthday if you can.

Good morning, Cubao!

The sky is a measure of white cloth being cut on a dressmaker's table.

Your Messenger message:

"If you may allow sir, i would like to ask what is the meaning of my dream the other night.
I was surprised to see my husband happy and alive. I asked him, 'why are you here? I thought you died already' he said, no, i didn't died, it was just a joke... and he laughed. It seemed like it was just our usual conversation...we were just having fun. He looks so happy. I always dream of him specially when feel so down and helpless.."

My reply:

Hello _________!

Your husband wants you to know that death entails physical separation but NOT spiritual separation. While on a higher plane, he is still very much with you. You may still talk to him about your day, about what you are hoping for, and how you are solving your problems. (However, do this when you are alone and when no one else is listening.) He will not respond as he did when he was alive, of course. You will feel him in your heart.

A relaxing night. Had a bedtime snack, and now watching TV. Might read another chapter from The Cat Who Said Cheese later. 

Close-up of Spandex fabric and close-up of woven fabric.

It is easy to wash oil paint off Spandex even a day after because the paint does not get trapped between warp and woof, which woven fabric has.

Photos from the Internet

Calling it a day for painting.

I love my Spandex shorts. I shall be painting in my Spandex shorts forever. Whenever oil paint gets on them, all I have to do is scrub off everything with laundry detergent and a toothbrush.

Worked an hour on fourth layer on my paintings.

Worked an hour on third layer on my paintings.

Dinner alone. Angelique and J. off to have dinner out and watch a movie, Aubrey out with friends, and CatCat still upstairs.

Touch the sun. Touch the rain.

Not every true winner is declared the winner.

He spent a lot of money and hired people to protest, all to no avail.

Cacti in front of your house keeps out intruders.

Working hard is no assurance of success, but it is an indication that you did your best, and that is good enough.

It is the drum that keeps time.

No person soars always and forever.

You have to shed your personal biases before you can be truthful to yourself.

Every nightmare is potentially a numinous dream in disguise.

The flower man buzzed by. Bought two strands of white flowers. Placed them on the shivalingam and libated clean water.

Worked an hour on second layer on my paintings.

The werewolf crossed the street to buy a sugar-free guyabano milk shake.

Set my traditional, annual, coffee date with someone in my Friends List whom I've never met before.

Advised him to come alone. That usually rattles them, but part of the thrill is the fear factor in meeting up with Hannibal Lecter.

Actually she was eliminated because her face scrunched up too much and too often.

Your Messenger message:

"Hi! My husband died last ____________. I have so many questions left unanswered....after his burial, a dreamt of him. That day, i was so down and depressed and i cried a lot, i talked to him. I said i need answers and if possible i need a hug and merely his presence could help. That early morning I dreamt of him.. it was like in a huge room with nothing at all. I was inside, he opened the door and went in and hugged me sooo tight, i was crying in my dream. He said sorry a lot of times, he was rubbing my back as if he is comforting me, he was talking to me but i cant remember anything except he said to let go and that we will meet again someday. It looks like he is going to travel. I woke up catching my breath and crying.... I dont know what does this mean..."


My reply:

Hello ___________!

You were blessed with this beautiful dream. It is classified as a literal dream. Your husband indeed came to you and hugged you. He was apologizing not for anything wrong that he had done but for leaving you in the physical world. You perceived him as being about to travel because he is going (has gone) to a higher plane.

Contact and communication do not stop there. Your husband will continue to be your spirit guide, though he knows that you are strong enough to take care of yourself and others without him by your side.

From a psychological perspective, your husband was so close to you when he was physically alive that his persona became integrated with your psyche. That is why you dream of him often.

Remember him always. Place a framed photo of him on your altar/ancestral table.

Life and love do not cease after death.

Worked an hour on first layer on my paintings.

It is quite difficult for everyone to idolize someone who insists on looking like Ursula in Walt Disney's Little Mermaid.

Ursula is a villainess type.

Worked an hour on construction lines.

First layer commences soon.

Lunch at home with Angelique and CatCat.

Two cups very black, Kalinga coffee that my son Chito bought in Baguio for me.

Sorry--if you do NOT want me to Post your dream, I cannot help you. I Post not only for you but for everyone in my Friends List.

I am NOT your private psychotherapist.

I don't think he will win in a bigoted country.

Your Messenger message:

"magandang umaga po sir tony. tanong ko lang po ang ibigsabihin nito po. sa panaginip ko po, parang pupunta po ako sa isang room. tapos parang gumagalaw po paligid ko (nahihilo) tapos inaayos ko po balance ko. ramdam ko na may humahawak sa akin sa likod. pero ramdam ko kasi sa paningin ko biglang nagbablack na tapos ramdam kong babaksak na ako, kaya sinuport ko ulo ko para if ever bumaksak (tho alam ko po na panaginip) tapos po nung bumaksak na ko tapos paraw nawalan ng malay bigla na po akong nagising. salamat po"


My reply:

Hello _______!

This isn't exactly the best time in your life. Your dream indicates discontent in your workplace. It is possible that your job is exerting complete control over you, and that you are no longer certain who your real friends are.

Just relax and let things happen. All misery is temporary.

Be around and with the person you really love.

Develop a hobby that has nothing to do with your work.

Take a vacation.

Cloudburst and heavy downpour on Cubao.

Slept nine hours last night.

Good morning, Cubao!

The sun is a huge kettle of fragrant soup.

Dinner at home with Angelique, Aubrey, and CatCat.

Don't feel like doing any more construction lines tonight; will resume tomorrow. I'll just loll in bed and watch TV.

Washed 39 brushes to be exact, and four palette knives. It took me a full hour to do so.

Was able to commence construction lines on one painting.

Wearing Charlie Gold by Revlon of London.

This year, through the month of March 2019, I am practically living in my studio rather than in my captain's cabin bedroom.

Finished underpainting on third batch of canvases.

Will commence construction lines tomorrow.

Lunch at home with Angelique and CatCat. Aubrey at university.

Worked an hour on thirty-sixth glaze on my painting.

This painting is now finished.

Must rest a bit before setting up more canvases on my easels.

I'm sorry, I am available only via door-to-door shipment.

Trust me, it does NOT make me miss out on anything. I continue to be a prolific artist whether I am at home or somewhere else.

To a true artist there is no such thing as "overthinking" because his mind and his heart are always in attunement.

"Overthinking" actually strengthens your powers of observation by keeping yourself mentally alert and prepared for the unexpected.

Good morning, Cubao!

The sun is an overheated jackhammer.

Worked an hour on thirty-fifth glaze on my painting.

I think, though I am not sure, that this painting will be completely finished tomorrow.

CatCat home from visiting her family in Masantol.

Dinner at home with Angelique, Aubrey, and CatCat.

Worked an hour on thirty-fourth glaze on my painting.

Worked an hour on thirty-third glaze on my painting.

Worked an hour on thirty-second glaze on my painting.

Worked an hour on thirty-first glaze on my painting.

Lunch at home with Angelique. Aubrey at university.

More atchays disguised as academicians. No wonder they produce a lot of atchay graduates. I should stop congratulating them indiscriminately.

Tony Perez's Art of War: The more they laugh at you and try to put you down, the more you should strive to rise in glory.

Popularity is never an indication of good quality.

If a damaged item is still beautiful, do not dispose of it. Damage is sometimes an interesting part of an object's history.

Tony Perez's Art of War: Pride is always your enemy's downfall.

Like his Posts. Give him superlative Comments. Send him flattering Icons. Make him feel like the greatest, and he will ride that boat to Scylla and Charybdis. 

Always look beyond your feelings.

Good morning, Cubao!

The sky is a wooden palette laden with warm colors.

Worked an hour on thirtieth glaze on my painting.

Worked an hour on twenty-ninth glaze on my painting.

Dinner at home with Angelique.

Aubrey and her classmate took their dinner in Aubrey's bedroom. They are working on a Theology project.

Worked an hour on twenty-eighth glaze on my painting.

Three-hour, deep tissue massage.

Back from the center. Paid our water bill and did minor groceries.

They eliminated those who were acting like stars without having achieved stardom yet.

Weeping is like praying. Do so briefly, and always in private.

A jalan-jalan day, but I think I'll go after lunch.

The Philippines has been creating too many movie and TV stars for its own good, forgetting that its land and population are tiny as compared to the U.S. and India. As a result, there are not enough shows and roles for the existent thousands of local performers. Many of them are compelled to change careers, fail bitterly and miserably in the face of showbiz politics, or plummet into depression and suicide on their way to oblivion. 

Good morning, Cubao!

The clouds are bouquets of white roses.

Your Messenger message:

"Hi sir Tony.. I had a dream a few days ago and it bothered me.

"It was raining very very hard and there was a cheering band outside the building I was in. When I stepped out, they hit the drums so hard and my heart rate started to rise. I remember being all sweaty and scared when I woke up.

"My sister woke me up and she said the position of my body was odd. I had my hands on my chest and my legs were so straight.

"I also..."

My reply:

Hello _______!

You experienced an anxiety dream.

The rain and the cheering band present images of irony and counterpoint; they do not make sense together. They represent split tendencies, split directions, and split values in your life at the present time.

Your body position indicates that, in possibly a nanosecond before the dream images came in, you experienced astral travel. Do you remember everything that happened before you had the dream? Is it not possible that you attended one of my night classes?

My advice to you at this time is to concern yourself only with the things you can improve and control. Let other members of your family take care of the rest. Do not take on additional burdens you are unable to bear anyway.

While developing your outer life, look inward and develop your inner life.

I'll send you electronic stuff to read up on during your summer break. In the meantime study well and simply try to obtain high grades. That will be good enough for everyone.

My spirit guide B.L. identified the reason why my body clock has been off-kilter. It wasn't my painting activity. It was the Shiva lightning wand that I left behind my headboard leading to the northeast, where R. resides, because I promised him that I would visit him as a silver wolf some nights ago.

I forgot to take away the wand the following morning. I've now returned it to its glass etagere.

No wonder, when Regina came to give me a massage this evening, she said that someone recently "borrowed" me, and that she had to take "me" back into my body.

Your Messenger message:

"We have always visitions my home back in ______________.. a cat or a loud bird. I hear it a lot. One time when my sister came back from the hospital this bird like creature was so loud and a frenzy sratching the window. It was just uncontrollable, it wants yo get in. Now a new fellow a cat is visiting the roof top almost everyday. One time a public transportation with passengers ran away because they saw a floating lady passed by the street to the tree outside our house. The floating lady might be the cat or what? I donylt know? I hope you could help us. Thanks"


My reply:

Hello _________!

Animals are territorial creatures, and will seek new locations from time to time to stake as their own.

As to the "floating lady", she is the resident elemental of the tree.

No, there is no connection between the elemental and the cat. Elementals consider animals as lowly creatures.

When elementals need to send forth heralds to indicate their arrival, they usually send forth insects such as fireflies, butterflies, beetles, cockroaches, wasps, ants, flies, mosquitoes, and the like.

Your Messenger message:

"Dear sir tony what is the best way to deal with wakwak"


My reply:

Hello _______!

"Wakwak" and "tiktik" are synonymous. Therefore, having buntot-pagi inside the room remains an effective solution.