it's that time of the year when the aegis-obsessed neighborhood ceases to grab the videoke mic but sings anyway; this time, the song tatooed sigas perform in my area is about the passion of the christ. fancy thinking that the pasyon, apart from being the historical saving grace of revolutionary pinoys according to prof. reynaldo ileto, will be sung by shirtless hunks in their sexiest baritone. the population of manila gets decimated abruptly primarily because the disappeared have returned to the old country or have cavorted on the beaches or have spent some quiet time in tagaytay. Owing to a
multitude of papers to finish, i begged off from the subic and galera outings i had been invited to. the workload also prevented me from doing a bravura homecoming to either tarlac or nueva ecija. o, boy, i didn't imagine myself becoming such a loser early on in my vacation. being on self-imposed house arrest, nothing eventful unfolds before my very eyes so perhaps, to invoke the precipitation of fire and brimstone, i will have to pose this question to top and bottom gay people who happen to browse this side of cybertown
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saan ba ang pakuan?:)
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