“I hada (pause) now I’m back for more…”

Orlando is now in the casa, his right front door being repaired. Plus I’m having a car alarm installed too—and an expensive one at that. (Sigh.) So maybe the next time some f**k tries to get inside Orlando, he’ll screech and scream like a parlorista crying, “Rape! Rape!”

That means I’ll be taking public transport going home today. Wow, it has been a while since I last rode the FX. I had to ask my sister how much the fare costs. And then I’ll be walking the streets of, gasp! Cubao for the first time in a long time.

Welcome back to my old haunts of my bygone hada days.