there's a romance about summer: tan lines from days at the beach, flipflops, short dresses, flowery bags, melting ice cream, cool hours at the mall, window shopping, ice-cold beer on warm night, you tell me. of all that, flipflops are all i got. walang calculus dun sa sinabi ko diba, nor billiards? got those too. and seminars.
sigh.
this entry was made possible by Rousettus amplexicaudatus and Hipposideros diadema, bats of Agusan. oh yeah, im supposed to work on my thesis as well. then, there are INCs: WLDL101 and zoo150; removals in mcb150. did i miss any backlog jobs that ought to be done ASAP? please be a dear and remind me.
how could i forget? i ought to have graduated as well! :p i should not be the granddaddy (mommy) dino.
all this thinking made my headache worse. drat...
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Maitita
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- This little meanie reads a lot, tries to write, loves to travel, explores forests for a living, would like to go back diving, tries to earn a living and not make a mess of everything. And like the ocean, I've got my secrets. Sounds like everyone else, right? Maybe.
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