photo exhibit
"Mommie look! picture, picture!" She also took this. The concept was to take both our photos, unfortunately, it was out of focus. I guess the newbie photographer still needs training. Ha Ha!
And although I find it so endearing to see The Princess growing up and getting more kikay and clever by the minute, sometimes I still wish there's a pause button I could press to make time stand still even for a moment, just to bask in her sweet innocence.
winter fashion
earth to you
I missed talking to him.
I missed our small talks.
I missed our little gossips.
I missed asking about his day—if he’s eating on time, or if he caught another cold because of the blasted weather.
I missed the man who can feel I’m hurt without me saying it out loud--the one who knows when I need a hug.
I missed the man who makes me laugh everyday.
I missed his jokes-- his quick quips about trivial stuff.
But, most of all, I missed his “I love you’s”.
I missed you.
midnight tea
It's a special hour, which usually starts with one cajoling the other into heavy labor, mainly consisting of heating some water and dropping tea bags into cups. Slicing and squeezing lemons, despite being optional, only makes the task more dreadful.
Some nights we start on the wrong foot, and it usually takes a few minutes of silence, sitting on stools that we imagine to be lounge chairs, to cool off. But once the dagger looks are exchanged, we know the argument's over.
In that hour we talk about anything, including other people's past, present and future. Some call it gossip, but what do they know?
Our favorite, of course, is our present and future, with the past thrown in for laughs. Our darling Kimi's latest misadventures or -- to use her own term -- "ideas'' never cease to amuse us.
On the balcony, it sometimes bothers us when it rains or when it's freezing or both, or when it's muggy and every insect known to man -- especially those which scoff at Off -- is out. Most of the time, though, we're at peace with our own little universe.
At the end of the week we'll be flying home, and a precious nine days after that I'll be leaving both of you behind. For the next six weeks or so I'll retreat in my shell, to be lured out only when my girls have returned.
But I can't think about that now. It might spoil your birthday.
You have touched my soul and heart, my honey, and blessed my life, and for that I will love you and will be in love with you forever.
Needless to say you make me very, very happy. But I don't think I can find greater joy than to see the most beautiful, kindest, smartest and most loving woman on Earth making tea in our kitchen tonight.
an escape to fantasy land
Later, Daddy Bear peeped inside the kitchen and asked if we should wake The Princess. I nodded and that’s when the chaos began.
Actually, The Princess didn’t know the agenda for that day, and the look on her face when we told her we’re going to fulfill the Disney promise was priceless.
It was like someone pushed the fast-forward button as everything seemed to zoom, and next thing we knew we were taking turns taking photos with Mickey, Minnie and Mr. Whale (so sorry, I didn’t know the mammal’s Disney monicker, hee hee).
The last time we went to Disneyland, our camera’s battery failed to deliver. Although we had loads of fun and just as much memories from the trip, there was a hint of disappointment on my part for not capturing those precious moments. It was a thing of the past, though, as I made sure that this time the battery was fully charged, and, of course, the spare, too.
We grabbed every photo op that came our way, much to The Princess’ frustration.
She even feigned blowing if we didn't get into serious business anytime soon.
Of course, we caved.
That’s when we realized she wasn’t having a blast in her favorite place on earth. It was supposed to be her day. Guilt-stricken, we started tackling the snaking queues in the rides she dragged us to.
We finally managed to get her to sit down for a breather, with a box of popcorn and a bottle of juice as bribes. Whew! That was exhausting, but nevertheless satisfying. She was relentless, it was like she was running on a week's load of sugar fix.
Adorable wasn’t enough to describe The Princess. Her enthusiasm was contagious...
the sound of her laughter was addictive...
And most of all, her mesmerizing gaze left us powerless to say no to her every whim.
oscar bug
No Country For Old Men--the Oscar’s best picture-- was, in Angelo’s words, “a load of crap.”
The first half of the movie—also Golden Globe’s best screenplay-- seemed promising but fell flat towards the end. Well, I guess the people in the Academy have plenty of good reasons to give it its highest award, and I’d like to hear ‘em out. I was like, “Hey Tommy Lee, can you speed up on the melancholic yada-yada and get on with the cold-blooded shootings puh-lease!” It was a struggle keeping my eyes open, but I managed it only because I had faith that it will have riveting ending or something to that effect. And then the much-awaited finale came, it was unexpected alright, for 10 solid seconds, I was gaping at the TV, fingers crossed, still hopeful for the anticipated finale. It didn’t come. Damn!
On the other hand, kudos to Javier Bardiem. Anton Chigurh made oxygen tanks look very disturbing.
Maybe, I found it boring because I didn’t realize the film’s attempt to be profound. Boo hoo.
