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SM Xmas

I was a small town girl and had a few memories of the grandiose light displays of a city particularly on Christmases. It was a turnabout when I get to pursue college in a suburban and escaping to the city was a fifteen-minute away ride. Having been gone to a classmate’s place for a fix of group homework late past seven in the evening, I caught SM-Baguio lighted in its Christmas theme. Said my friend if we could drop by to check for the holiday’s on-sale. To her courtesy, I somehow had treats of shakes up to the shivering and all those goose-bumps. To melt away our chilling, my friend and I trodded up and down the stairs. The number of people threading in and out for the season covered our monotonous twosome trip for over an hour. I could have paid for her next season’s shakes should she took a longer year degree course. Malling is not at all that emptying your wallets out. On Christmas breaks with extra bills from our parents, I bring my siblings and get our legs walking aimlessly around the mall. When our eyes tire out on the displays from store to store, we have ourselves ice cream at the veranda. SM-Baguio has that veranda as our favorite nook where we squat, giggle and sometimes roll our laughters. There we flash our cameras until we get our perfect poses. 

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