Come summer I'll be on a spree
April please come swiftly
So I'll see the beautiful sea
Haha..This is one lame poem because I just can't keep mum about the summer vacation we've mapped out for April. I always stress myself out by over analyzing things but this time I ain't stressed baby! Why should I stress out when the best experience is about to happen? Well, I still need to keep the moolah rollin' to keep up with the finances. But, moolah is not a problem as long as I work my ass off. Hmmmm...I can definitely taste the salty air of BORACAY!
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