our backyard, the street, and the sparrows taking refuge on the bathroom windowNonstop rain all Sunday long. There was no electricity when I woke up. The creek overflowed and there was water on the highway, in the village, on our street, and in our backyard. My dad, wearing a worn-out Collezione shirt he bought in 1975 (I counted three holes) said, "parang masarap mag-halohalo". I seconded the motion and we went to Chowking.
I will be blogging daily again. Can't help it. Besides, even when I blog every other day, I have twice the content, so what's the point?
Once you get addicted, there's no way back :)
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