Caramba Chihuahua, where is the Prog Advisor when we need him?
Day one -- Tues.16.JUL.2013 -- hmm, interesting.
Day two -- Wed.17.JUL.2013 -- dismissive of bank and non-bank ATM's.
Day three - Thurs18jul2013 -- No, I don't speak Tagalog, I speak Visaya.
Day four -- Fri.19.JUL.2013 -- green shoes, green backpack, green everything (M--x's favorite color). Here we go again. What do we gotta do, die? To keep from taking these ineluctable baits? Maybe I just like to write about these episodes, not actually experience them. And then Miss Hoity-Toity snatched the twenty-dolllar bill out of my hands, along with my registered card, because she saw instantly that I was just trying to impress the bird-girl Rima. I had already impressed her with "Masarap". Now, what would the Prog Advisor suggest? Run for your life? But he's a computer dweeb and he doesn't know what it's like, when they turn upon you with the Most Powerful Force in the Universe and you become helpless. I should order a box of a thousand enumerable contact-cards and interconnect each one with the pertinent story, maybe this URL even. Ooh-la-la olala, as they said in Greek. Bye for now.