An acquaintance found me sleeping at LRT last night. She asked me how I could sleep at such place, and I said, “I’ve been riding trains since high school. It’s comfy.” She thought I was weird.
I’ve always thought that I’m good at riding trains. Come what may, I can still get in a cramped train especially when I’m late (not that I like cramped trains).
I’m wrong.
I ride the MRT when I go to work. It’s a lot faster than going to Ortigas by bus. But it’s horrible.
So the King of Pop is dead.
That was my good morning when I woke up to go to work. Michael Jackson found not breathing. I believe he died of cardiac arrest.
I’ve been seeing paparazzi reports that Michael Jackson has been visiting hospitals a lot lately. No one really knew why he frequented hospitals the past few months, but now we know.
What happens to his Neverland now? How about the three kids he got? (they have their mothers though)
We wont be seeing that freaky nose anymore.
And about Farrah Fawcett. I don’t really know her, but I know she was one of the original Charlie’s Angels. My mom likes her a lot because she’s so pretty.
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