Friday, February 01, 2002
Wednesday, January 30, 2002
My average life span is : 89 years old
I was born Sunday, 09 May 1976 and I am expected to croak on Tuesday, 03 February 2065 at exactly 5:37:26 am. Since my body clock wakes me up at around 6:30, I'll probably die in my sleep. That's not such a bad thing then. Oh, and by the way, I still have 23,015 days left to live.
Tuesday, January 29, 2002
Tristan is still the same, all wrapped up in his obsession with pricey clothes. Funny thing was he was showing me his new shirt, bragging that it cost him 700 bucks, when he suddenly noticed tiny bite marks along the shoulder area. A closer look revealed that the bites musta been inflicted by mice. You should have heard him swear! It was so hard to be sympathetic to him because I found it so funny. (Auntie Liza, if you're reading this, you better not tell him what I said.)
As for Ethel, don't even get me started about her. The big news there is how Biyang beat up Jo's face with a two inches thick sandal and how she later on covered up Jo's face with a plastic pail before resuming the beating. The ten thousand pesos phone bill must have fired her up so much.
The only thing that pissed me off on my trip was our inconsiderate neighbor's playing the Bohemian Rhapsody at 5:30 am. Lucky for him he was talking to someone when I looked out the window or I would have yelled at him to keep the damn volume down. Other people have committed murder on more minor provocations. What an ass!
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