I keep coming back to Manila.

Harhar.

The heat here is killing me. We are treating Amadeo like Quiapo with the way we go back and forth these days. (The prices of FUEL!!!! OH MY GAWD!!!!) Edil and I are taking turns “discussing” (with high and low notes) things (things meaning where to enroll Matthew, to buy a ref or get the humongous one at my in-laws, buy a washing machine or install a water tank, what to take from all the fab stuff we see at furniture stores, what time do we go home, home meaning Amadeo, or should we stay here in Manila until he gets to take a leave next week - I dont want to sleep in the new (big) house with three rooms with me and two people under SEVEN! Hello! Takot ako sa moomoo no!)

That might be the longest afterthough with parentheses. Anyhow, those little big things are getting to us. One minute, we are shouting at each other, the next minute we are hugging and the next minute we are trying to break the kids apart. Gosh, the way my kids fight you wouldnt even know they are five years apart. My daughter is a spitfire I tell you. She is no longer Martha Maldita but Martha the Monster - ask my Dad. LOL.

Shall we go this day by day or category by category? LOL. I really dont know where to start.

I have a lot of posts to read - Ive been hopping and skimming entries in Google Reader - I just dont have time to really comment. Im sorry about that. I dont know how long until life gets back to normal in my side of the world. I miss twitting and chatting and just “hanging around” the web these days, LOL.

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