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"From now on, everyday will be the most important day." Hi! The name is Angela. Born on 10191988; existing (and living) for 21 years (and counting). Only daughter. Graduate of UST BSCS '09. Currently working (and wasting my once productive life) in night shift to sustain her luxurious life. Plans to mature on February 2010. Addicted to Web. A licensed driver. In a relationship since 122108. Loves my circle of friends. Loves sweets. Sentimental. Slim, long-legged with fair complexion. Wants to edit her life. So help me God.

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8.07.2009
What future does Manila Bulletin look forward to?
Story told at 09:10 // 1 person(s) left violent reaction(s).

Just had my favorite breakfast: hotdog. :]

I got home at 8:30AM. I had to wait for my officemate, Jude, to finish her last call before I left the office, since we have the same schedule (10PM-7AM).

I logged in to Twitter and saw one of Jim Paredes' tweets: Manila Bulletin makes mistaken caption of 'the coffin of PRESIDENT ARROYO out of the Manila Cathedral. Uh Oh!!! I got so curious that's why I googled it. (Thanks, Google.) I was able to open one blogger's site and saw a screenshot of it.

Photo grabbed from Slingshot Journals.

I do not know how to react. I ended up adding this site in my list. Hmm, I ain't a super anti-PGMA citizen. But I admit that I laughed when I knew this. But now, I feel sooo sad for what might happen to Manila Bulletin. Is this is a typographical error? A human error? Or sabotage? Whatever. What I know is, there is actually no way her wake be allowed in Manila Cathedral; only President Cory Aquino would be the only ordinary citizen (meaning, not a member of church) allowed.

Cory's funeral is still a hot topic. Most people can't get over yet. She and her deeds have been the content of all the news, broadsheets, tabloids, forums, talks and even our Shift Managers congratulatory message to the top performers in AT&T.

The last mass held for Cory was the most emotional mass I've ever heard. It was made more emotional because of the songs sang by different artists: Our Father by Erik Santos, I Fell In Love With The Same Woman Three Times by Jose Mari Chan, Magkaisa by Sarah Geronimo, Bayan Ko by Lea Salonga and Handog Ng Pilipino Sa Mundo by APO Hiking Society and other singers.

I also salute to the four military guards who sacrificed for 7 1/2 hours just to serve the late president during her last hours. I knew that they'll be given medals and promoted to a position they deserve. :]

Enough for this. I'm not in the mood now. My hands are hurting because of the door knob of the master's bedroom that I tried to unlock. Bullsh*t. Skin peeling. :[

Ciao. Looking forward to another good day.
Got to sleep now. Good night.