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At the doorstep of our new home.

He (my Chuck Taylors), too, found his own landing.

Lesson learned: Don’t wear chucks to a game of badminton. You just don’t.

Still, Charlie (that’s my chucks’ name as of today) was cooperative that night.

So yeah.. unless you made it your lifelong vow to do everything with your Chuck Taylors, don’t wear them to badminton. It’ll give you an awful lot of cramps.

Must be the smell of books (or the thrill of being surrounded by them), or the ambiance, the cozy lighting, the smell of coffee brewing by the coffee bar, or the soft jazz music filling the air.

I duno what but there’s something about book stores that makes me kilig.

Newly opened Power Books @ Trinoma. I was there. :)

You sure, Goofy?

Lesson learned: Never trust a cartoon character for directions.

One of those times I’m glad I had my chucks on.

Don’t worry little one, I won’t step on you.

One of those times I wish I had my chucks on.

One out of three.

Still a long way to go, little girl. Enjoy it while it lasts.

Someday, you’ll go places too.

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Thank God you were there.

Just when I thought I was alone, you came along.

You see, a lot of things happen under the table.

Remember when life love was simpler?

It does matter.. to know who you are and where you belong.

Where do you (want to) belong?

*Want to know where to find them? ;)

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