These photos were taken 12th of March at our home in Camarines Sur. Lia was playing with my toy camera from childhood. These days toy camera goes by a different meaning but back then, it was JUST a toy camera. More
I did a major cleaning of my childhood home in Camarines Sur last month. Some of the things I found in my old bedroom, kept in a box stowed in the bottom drawer of my cabinet, are recital programmes from high school.
Recital Programmes, 1997-1999
I disliked having to attend regular music class so I enrolled in a special piano class at our school’s College of Music. At the end of every school year, a recital was held. I can only vaguely recall my recitals and even the pieces I played.
I am blogger no more. Or at least that’s what I feel since I absolutely feel no inclination to blog the past days. I used to blog like crazy.
This afternoon, as I was passing through an empty lot on our way home from spending time with my dad, I saw the annual “perya” being set up. It made me miss Lia so much, even though it’s been barely a day since I last saw her. Crazy Lia will surely love that perya. I can just imagine.
Today I got this email. Halloween is nearing and I am so looking forward to it, not for me but for my crazy little Lia. She loves scary stuff so much!
This is the poster for this year’s company Halloween and Family Day. The poster hardly looks scary, but I am sure as hell that Lia would love to be there. I am so excited for her!
I got tired with doing the photo booth shat endlessly so I got up to leave, Lia, on the other hand had become addicted to it and would tell me, “Mama, smore! smore! Yeah, it’s not the marshmallows she’s talking about but go figure. Though I think she is saying “More” but is misled into believing she should say “There’s more!” Like she thinks the right word for “milk” is teem. Anyway, the following series is just too cute.
I love looking at these photos over and over and over again. She does NOT look like me. Bummer. Hahaha. Though that fact I have known since day 1. She would, sometimes, tend to look like me, but well, that’s just a direct result of my putting my face right next to hers every single day and night.
It’s true. I used to get crazy with seat sales online. These days though there aren’t any real seat sales anymore. It isn’t just how it used to be. Besides, after being unable to use all the tickets I bought for the family last January, February, March and June, I have completely lost interest.
Now, the new craze is group buying and discount coupons. Now I hoard coupons, for a change, at least.
So far, these have been the promos I have managed to, uhm, take advantage of?
Ever since the local government of Pili, Camarines Sur implemented the no-public-buses-passing-through-the-main-road-of-the-town-proper-from-8am-til-6pm-from-Mondays-through-Fridays ordinance, I have been re-acquainting myself with the road that goes to the baranggays of La Purisima and Curry, while on my way to catch the bus to Naga at the Pili Diversion Road.
One after-drizzle afternoon, while Lia and I were on our way to the bus stop at the diversion road, I finally had the chance to photograph Mt. Isarog. More
I woke up on the morning of April 7 with the table filled with containers of chicken and spaghetti, plus a box of cake, that H bought and prepared. It was my little me’s second birthday and I absolutely had no plans for anything. It was really sweet of H to cook the usual kiddie birthday fare, and while I was asleep too, since I do not cook at all.