Ariel Guieb Tangilig (aka AGT) was locked down by a flat front ire.
Lupo Domingo Quilban (aka LDQ) can substitute but is dressed for city riding.
Another Novo Vizcayano (aka Joshua Pascual) soared as the Eagle of the Mountain in Baguio.
And what was once a carinderia was retrofitted into a garage so Bulan's Hiace Commuter Deluxe van can finally come home.
The world is ablaze, not Ladies Dorm 7&8 in CLSU but the I-JET PMU, an intense bonfire of burn rates and spending forecast submission to close a midterm assessment and break the glass for the annual plans that ignited the fuse for a regional convening.
Brussels' EU Academy was totally consumed and the X Files is gone for good, fire hazards that imperil Siem Reap it has to be moved to Phnom Penh to secure the the Jakarta induction.
Bits of toolkit updating and and a page on social protection were fished from a bowl of tonkotsu ramen in Manila.
"Let's Talk!" sang the A&C while miming a 360 degrees feedback.
The Trestleboard was resurrected to chronicle the 108th Giro d'Italia.
Stewed salmon head and boiled peanuts were stuffed into a rellenong bangus to garnish a platter of penne pomodoro that was stuffed into a litsong manok to confuse a liqour ban.
That was because Dire Straits sang about Akbayan's walk of life from a church pulpit in Munoz...
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