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I have something else in mind to post today but I’m not yet done with it, so ito na lang muna. Hahaha. It’s going to be a busy week for us ni Darel so I’m posting this now, on a Monday. Wohooo for October!

We sometimes go visit Rafa in Beccami’s house and everytime we do, gusto niya lagi sumama samin pauwi. At dahil hindi sya pwede sumama that time, inikot na lang muna namin siya sa village. Pero ang tagal bago namin na-convince na magpa-iwan. Hahahaha.

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October 1, 2018January 20, 2019 Renel

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My pamily... Ahmmm, wait. Eto.. My Alcantara Family Christmas Party 2019! Paki-damihan ng games next year. Haha. 5 more days to go, pasko na! 🎄 . 📸 @blessieee

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