Sampaguita

We celebrated my cousin Jeremy's birthday. Naturally when the kids were let out of the house, they started climbing and running.

His sister, Jewel.

And the little monkey himself (:

It was off to Harvest Buffet, a place where we frequently went for parties and whatnots. Whenever I go there, I splurge on seafood. My plate was just filled with ridiculous amounts of deliciousness. Compared to the rest, I didn't last very long. A plateful, a bowl of Miso, a saucer of dessert, and bubble tea. I walked out with a smile and an adjusted belt.

I absolutely love them.

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Today was also allotted for my haircut. After my mom and I dropped Chloe off for her Tae Kwon Do, we headed for Main St after parking a couple of blocks away to walk off the food we ate.
The lady at Main St cut it shorter than I wanted. I'm not complaining. It will just take awhile to get used to:

After pit stops at a few stores, I met my mom across Roosevelt and she gave me this:

"Here, smell it. I love it....it's beautiful."
"Mom, it smells like a Sampaguita."

Brought me back to my childhood days in the Philippines. It made me think of the homeless kids that would flood the streets once the cars were at a stop light. It would always break my heart whenever they would peer into the car windows asking if we wanted to buy a couple of strings of sampaguitas.
The one promise I plan to keep is to go back there and help them. Photographs might just change the state they're in.

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