Wednesday, August 1, 2012

TAN MEANS TAINT A NOTCH

Whenever my mood leads to uncovered magazine and unfinished gown worn by the heaviest and fattest losers of the century, it doesn't mean my queen Latifah purse was dragged to some Virgin Island encounters. The thought of repeating our becky adventure every year leaves me nonsense hangover and stray images of day 1, day 2 and day 3 tours. Bohol, where four rumored legends (accdg. to Wikipedia) were created just to market mama CHOCO HEELS and it gave me mixed feelings and sorry feeding. I'd spent Experience in the 200 ft. swing slash bungee - plunge activity and destroyed the metal ledge due to excessive food ingestion

I am thinking of going back after 5 years. I'll be practicing staring contest with myself in front of a broken mirror.

Sandbar in Virgin Island

Taken in Balicasag Island. Clockwise;
B - 18% African
O - 22% Chinese
H - 30% Hungarian
O - 29% Korean
L - 0.6% American + 0.4% Boholana

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