Chillaxing in Baguio
my ever loving confidant
my youngest sister
my side-kick
the baby but not so baby in the family
I want to scribble again after a period of dryness for words. Now that my daughter is eight months old, I can hear the call of ideas shouting inside my head again. Although I have not put my way of expressing a thought into practice, I’m willing to give it another shot. With a bit of luck, I wish to be enthused once more.
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