looks like our bar is gonna be demolished real soon... too bad, we're starting to really love it there but the "moralist" among us wouldn't let us be... we didn't have any "plan B" whatsoever cos we never anticipated nor did it ever crossed our minds that it's going to end up this way.

sarsy's at the forefront of this battle we're raging but having witnessed and heard all that legal chats we've been having (like daily er, i mean, nightly) with the other tenants; kind of drain me a bit... i'm afraid, instead of cutting our losses and moving on, we might be consumed with this battle --- only God knows how we're gonna pull this off.

of course, i'm keeping my hopes up but it's not like we have all the resources to go on with this forever. and slowly, the other tenants who were with us before are backing off and just accept whatever "favorable" compensation is being offered to them... just to tide things over rather than wait 'til eternity, i supposed.

those management guys are creeping on each and everyone of us, tardily...

i like how paul walker expressed his worry in the movie, "2 fast 2 furious" when he said (in a paraphrase), "we're gonna have to pull some monkey off our asses to win this race..." yeah, that's what i thought when this shit came out...

we're up against some wall here and i don't think luym's just gonna bend over with tails between their legs and say, "name your price, pricks?"

suffice to say, it'll be too damn easy.

so, inhabitants of earth, there goes my tittle-tattle for the day...