I miss my i-pod. All 20 gigs of it. The songs I used to play. Its pink and black tattoo. All my pictures. All gone. That's just one of my drama moments.
Now, on a lazy sunday afternoon, I sit here, thinking of so many things. I can't pinpoint anything in particular. Maybe I am just pms-ing.
Here I am, transcribing my interview with the Boracay Tropics Resort Manager I interviewed when I went to Bora. This is harder than I thought. It's like crunch time already... thesis draft is due soon, and I just started processing my data. Poof!
What escape is there? None. A month to go.
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