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Monday, February 6, 2006
Fun weekend. We stayed in Mama's hotel, Oxford Suites, in Makati. Coolness. It was in the middle of the quasi-red light district of Makati. We slept there for three nights and refused to use the bath tub. Guffaw.
Lovely legal grape! Papa came over Saturday morning in a purple long-sleeved polo. He had to go to UP Diliman to attend the grand reunion thinger of that activist group he was a member of during the Marcos years. Was it KDP? I forgot. But he bought awesome shirts and button pins, and I sincerely regret not going with him.
Ask me why I didn't! Ask meh...
Because Ate Jus and I ran off to Divisoria with their money. Ungrateful biatches. Buuut we were vindicated because we bought our parents nice clothes and they lurved it.
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Bulletin board posts in my Friendster are stupid. I digress.
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The Wowowee tragedy is so sad because it takes a menacing stampede to fix the creases in our fucked-up country. I hope that all those who died finally get the happiness they deserve. That real hope called HEAVEN.
Lovely legal grape! Papa came over Saturday morning in a purple long-sleeved polo. He had to go to UP Diliman to attend the grand reunion thinger of that activist group he was a member of during the Marcos years. Was it KDP? I forgot. But he bought awesome shirts and button pins, and I sincerely regret not going with him.
Ask me why I didn't! Ask meh...
Because Ate Jus and I ran off to Divisoria with their money. Ungrateful biatches. Buuut we were vindicated because we bought our parents nice clothes and they lurved it.
Bulletin board posts in my Friendster are stupid. I digress.
The Wowowee tragedy is so sad because it takes a menacing stampede to fix the creases in our fucked-up country. I hope that all those who died finally get the happiness they deserve. That real hope called HEAVEN.