Mia the Ballerina

Obviously, I still have a summer hangover.  This picture was taken in Mia's photoshoot for her summer ballet recital.

Our call time was 8am.  They finally got to pose at 12nn, with arguments from the parents since the studio wanted it moved after lunch.  Imagine the fussiness of 10 or so kids under 6 years old.  Insanity!

Mia enjoyed the make up (which didn't come from me, I never knew photoshoot/ performance make up had to be so dark!  All I had were nude/natural shades).

Anal

Out of boredom, I read through my blog recently.  I found a mistake which I can't find right now.  It's totally minor like instead of the I said them or like out instead of our.  What's annoying is that I can't find it right now!!!

If in the goodness of your heart, you read my blog and labelled me as barok, please comment and tell me where it is.  I will be very grateful.

Thanks!

Amazeballs

Awesomeballs!  Okay, I really don't get these balls thing.  First of all, how can balls be amazing or awesome?  Maybe it's a generation gap thing.  Yeah, yeah I'm old.

Moving on, someone posted on my Facebook wall that Mia got featured again.  It made my day- possibly being the highlight of the whole week!

Chop It?

San Juan, La Union 2009.

I'm kinda having this moment of wanting to cut my hair.

This is me, 3 years ago in La Union.  Karl and I decided to have a family trip.  We surfed, Mia chilled in the room with her yaya.  After a one hour surfing class, quota na kami the whole day.  It felt like forever in the waves that felt like a washing machine spinning you around.

My favorite moment of this trip was captured by this picture.

Yaya: Can, kamukha mo si Kitty?

Candice: Kitty?

Yaya: Kitty Holmes.

So my face is fully unrecognizable, but don't rain on my parade.  I look like Kitty Holmes.

To chop or not to chop?  That is the question!

Happy Father's Day!

Rambutan picking somewhere in Laguna/ Rizal, I forget

When I was younger, my dad and I had a really bad case of love-hate relationship.  When I was below 10 years old, he was the cool parent letting me do whatever I wanted.  I just had to make sure my grades were fine (Chinese fine means with honors) and I could basically do what I wished.  It was my mom who was crazy (Crazy in a little girl's standards).  I couldn't do anything because anything other than piano and ballet caused breast cancer.  Basketball and volleyball caused breast cancer.  I understand I guess, with the flying balls and all.  She declared soccer also caused cancer.  I could not comprehend why balls on the floor can cause that as well.

Week 15

Week 15: At my cousin's engagement (EDSA Shangri-la Hotel)

I'm so glad my first trimester is over.  I can legally exercise (according to my doctor not to my mom).  I don't sleep like there's no tomorrow.  I don't puke at really tasty food.  And I don't feel tired all the time like I'm carrying an elephant.

Summer's Over!

Just like that Summer 2012 is over!

Here's a picture of one of the activities Mia had and loved.  I can't believe we're going to big school already.  AND I can't believe we've been yayaless for 2 months and a half.

Props to me and more props to my mom!