...Oh and since when did Irony become just?

...all the world is a stage, as per Shakespeare.
Thus, not all isn't as true as what it seem.
We get the truth the way we perceive it.
We pad it if it blows hard;
We sweeten it if it bitters.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Morning_walk        I wish Sunday mornings would always be this calm and...not too crowded!
My son seems to enjoy his warm morning stroll here as he tries out the sidewalks of Olongapo. Geeze...life here starts when the sun goes down!Yep...'shore doez help a lot to be left aloowne 'timez like theeez.

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Vintage!!!!

Heeehawww. Dearie me. I could just see all the cobwebs growing from the crevices of my blog page. Has motherhood taken the paper-blabber out of me? I say that with a large, trumpet-blowing Nohohohoh.



I could only say... I guess life had to happen this way. I just have to really find the greatest (not exactly grandest) of time for my blog-blabber. What's worse, I think my pc's in for a loooong format coz it keeps on booting by itself. (Probably got sick of me download fevah! hahaha)

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