
Claud and Chirashi Don: A Reunion @ Ramen Cool (Taken with Instagram)
Someone had been using my old toothbrush for months. Found out about it when someone else replaced the said toothbrush. But no, not for me.
It is pointless to defend its ownership. No matter how much you insist or keep proving that the toothbrush is actually yours because you bought it yourself (and its bristles have turned into a crazy opposite-mohawk because you brush really, really hard and for that it sticks out of the rest in the communal container), you still lose. After all the detective work, the clearest of truths is that you’ve shared spit with someone else for almost every single day of the past month or so.
I no longer feel secure in my own home. Ha ha ha.
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For your reference, I’ve included below a photo of an old toothbrush. I am quite obsessed with having to intensely brush my choppers. A friend even told me that brushing the teeth is actually a mechanical process, not a chemical one. Makes sense. And no one else in our household does the same thing. No one!

Found a bunch of negatives (never printed!), which sort of unlocked a portal back into 2006.
This kid had some trouble sleeping earlier tonight.
(In other news, I like how ISO 1600 and the camera’s B&W setting make photos seem like they were taken with a film camera. :)
Here is my dad, in a typical pose you’d find him doing: legs crossed with a book in one hand. (That’s Gabby, his grandson, beside him.)
To dad, who makes half of who I am, I love you. I am blessed for having you and mom.
“Running everyday is kind of a lifeline for me, so I’m not going to lay off or quit just because I’m busy. If I used to being busy as an excuse not to run, I’d never run again. I have only a few reasons to keep on running, and a truckload of them to quit. All I can do is keep those few reasons nicely polished.” - Haruki Murakami; What I Talk About When I Talk About Running, page 73.
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Thoughts this morning (thanks, Dad):