In light of the recent events (ie: MILENYO, you Curse of the Orient Seas), my family is staying at the Century Park Hotel, right across Harrison Plaza.


The big WHY to this is answered briefly:

Because the Electricity Fairy has decided to wage war on our land and deprive us of the Modern Man's simple comforts.

Of course it's partially our fault for being too dependent on electricity. But that's why it was invented, isn't it?

And we don't have any decent food because the refrigerator is well, temporarily dead (temporarily. pfft.).



Also, Neneng is coming. Whatever hope we hold on to that electricity will be bestowed upon Tambo, Parañaque this week is slowly turning to nil.
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EDIT: We are back at home now. I missed the whirr of my PC. Hee.




One more thing, the dark is BLACK, not BROWN.

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It has been six days of being primitive, and when I opened my inbox...100+++++++ messages. Not good.

Good gravy. I missed out on announcements.


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OMG. I can't believe my dream has something to do with homosexuals and mad cow fur coats parkas.

However, it has come to my attention that "Parka" is fun to say. It's going on my Favorite Words List, right next to Pyongyang.


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Je faim!!!!!!!


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( Kweezes )



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