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Everybody's talking about the storm - the floods, the uprooted trees, and the damn-that-blasted-Meralco- shetwalaparinkamingkuryentehanggangngayon - that I'm starting to get annoyed by all of it. Of course it helps that I didn't get flooded, our mango tree just ALMOST got uprooted, and belatmeronnakamingkuryentenungisangarawpa. Yes, I am evil, I know.

On a more serious note, my heart does go out to all those folks who're still in the dark and swimming in rat piss up to now. And all those damned and double damned politicians have the gall to kill each other over charter change and election preparations.


I only recently discovered how fun it is to have a double deadline - double work, double effort to put into work, double things to supervise, double the number of errors in proof that I have to look for, and most of all, THE SAME salary. See? I'm having so much fun.

Of course, this is just a two-time thing, but its really getting hard to juggle all those tasks I have to do.


Now I understand why people love Bleach so much.

Puro action at lotsa keso.


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One last thing before I hit the sack.

I realize I haven't been posting as much as I want to (ha, Captain Obvious), settling for the occasional photo.

Still, I just want to give out a big thank You to the Guy Upstairs, for blessings and what I pray to be good things to come.


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