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"Where have you been?", asked Liz. But before he could answer, a loud shriek broke the disquieting silence in the shed. "No time for answers now! Let's go!!!" ,shouted Mar in Bisaya. "Go where? there's nowhere for us to go.", Liz mustered amid the never-ending inhuman din. Mar held her wrist tighter and looked into her lovely eyes. Oh, how I love her! Time seems to stand still. "To where all this chaos began. Project Tagum." he said. The shed started to shook and the shriek turned to a ghastly moan. They ran outside through the back door and then to Liz' 1995 Toyota car. When they were inside, Liz turned the ignition frantically. The car won't start. Not even the familiar chugging of the engine's starter. Nonetheless, Liz kept on trying to start the engine. Futilely. They're screwed. The shed disintegrated with a loud crack. Splinters rained on them; pummeling the left side of the car. Windows cracked. Th

What made me stick to Xanga.com, so far, is their "currently listening, reading, & watching feature with Amazon.com" feature. I just love it! I am now 75% convinced that Asi Taulava will be deported before this month ends. TNT Phone Pals will have a do-or-game tonight against RedBull Barako. TNT has to win by no less than 8 points. Pals, go, go, go!!!

Xanga.com sucks, that's why I'm here now. Anyway, I don't want to start my first "day" here madly ranting about... Am glad that the Makati crisis yesterday was peacefully resolved. I was glued to the the tube whole day. Sorry, Lara Croft, we'll have to meet some other day. Marc Castrodes, being the commissioner of the National Youth Commission, was on national TV yesterday. Way to go, Marc! he had a 5-minute speech urging the rogue soldiers to stand down and let the dogs of democracy do the dirty work.