Anything goes

My daughter's been complaining of "writer's block" for weeks now.

I just realized: we are on the same page.
Paging my muse. Paramdam ka naman, o.

And, oh, before I forget, a couple of days ago, Tori Amos appeared in my dreams, as a lovely, red-haired fairy handing me the most outrageous freebies ever:  a YSL bag and spanking new Prada boots. Hahaha. What am I supposed to make of that?