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Hello, December !
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Dinner with my Mom †âș#foodstagram #busog #happytummy (at Gerry's Grill)
Dark Mocha <3 (at Starbucks Coffee)
Moonleeaf is now eco-friendly!:) #eco #green #ecofriendly #helpmotherearth (at Moonleaf Tea Shop)
look up! hahaha. #sabaysausodaw #hoorayfortoday
Throwback Tuesday with my cousin Bien. You're taller than me now xD
pigging out with @juztiii. thanks just for the food tour and the long patience! haha. sa uulitin!
milk tea with the birthday girl! Happy birthday ngot! XOXO! @#birthdaygirl #finally20 #welcometotwenTEEN (at Moonleaf Tea Shop)
creatures of the night haha.
Food night with HS friends :)
Happy New Year 2013!
Happy 2013!! So happy :'D
Day 6 â 1102
Dear you,
We donât know each other. But you and I have something in common. The middle ground, as they say. The red thread of fate, I know thatâs how they call it. Whenever I listen to the strings, the keys, the drums, the synths, and the lyrics, I know someone else listens to them too. As someone blushes and thinks of her blossoming romance and listens to âTadhanaâ, someone else is nursing her heart, wallowing in isolation, with âTayaâ playing in her dark room. Â
This is not just one story. We all have them, I know. You have them hidden in the words of their songs, you have them written in the sand, or you have them tied up with balloons that escaped to the sky.
We donât know each other. We might have met, may never will. But in fragments, I know your story. Because the songsâ stories are my, our stories too.
Wishing you are well,
MCÂ
Grilled Cheesus!:o