Today’s theme on tnchick.com‘s Photo Hunt is: Emotion(s)
My son, MagNate, has a lot of photos expressing emotions. Here are a few. I hope you enjoy as much as I did digging through his photo archives. I realized that a year ago, he was just so small; now he is big and so sure of himself.
Do you have a “suki” salon? Does your hair go haywire when someone else but your trusted parlorista cuts it? Mine does. And I’ve proven it time and again.
Years ago, I had a suki parlorista in the salon/spa right across where we used to live. How convenient! Even after we moved houses, I’d still go back to her. One day I went back for my regular hair cut. Someone else came to attend to me.
iMoM: Ay, day-off si Jo?
Parloristo/ta: Ay, nag abroad na po siya. Ako na po ang head stylist ngayon.
iMoM: Ay, ganun ba. Sige. (In her mind: Ngeeee. Let’s see if my hair likes you.)
My hair did not like him. So the search was on once again for The One meant to cut my hair. After almost a year of salon-hopping, I finally found her.
I know, I know… This blog has been so abandoned for the longest time. But, hey, at least I try to keep my holiday trimmings, err… uh, trimmed. hehe
My family and I are off to my mountain home in a few hours for the holidays. And, even if I’ve been a very bad blog-friend the past months, I just could not bear going without leaving a note for all ye who come to visit. So:
To all my blog friends, thank you for the friendship. This year I found a few friendships that I know are for keeps. *aaawww* You are treasured and loved. 🙂
I am actually looking forward to spending time with my family and some very special friends in Baguio. I look forward to lighting up our backyard with a huge bonfire, and drinking some giddying tonic made by my sister Emac or one of my BILs… To cold late nights warmed by stories and laughter shared with my sisters… To cool days spent curling up and sleeping, or sipping coffee (and maybe whiffing a smoke or two, if dad is away! hehe) at the kitchen steps. (I’ve quit smoking years ago. But when I’m in Baguio, the temptation is just too hard to resist.)
I’m sure my kids look forward to riding horses and running in parks and playing with no end.
No matter what people say, that Baguio is now ugly and crowded and traffic and crass, it is still my home. And home is where the heart is.
Baguio, my Baguio, here we come!
(Now, off I must go, for I have barely two hours to pack… We leave at 7!)
Finally, after seven long years the family was once again complete together – complete as in all grandkids and sons-in-law (of course we missed Ethan) were present. Some unfortunate events involving my sister PetCat’s eldest daughter led her to come home to the Philippines hurriedly.
And so we took advantage of this rare chance for the family to be together last weekend. The Honky folks caught a flight to Manila. The Baguio folks got on a Victory bus to Cubao. The Manila folks, well, errr, cleaned up their homes for the big event! There was no grand planning. In fact, it was more spur-of-the-moment you-buy-this-I-bring-that-let’s not-cook-anymore talk. You bet it was a day full of fun, food and laughter. The kids played to their hearts’ content; the men played cards and drank beer; the women ate, took gazillions of photos, gossiped, and ate some more!
I love love love Photobucket’s free Adobe Remix feature. But I do not know for how long it will be for free so I used the feature again to create slides of the reunion.
(If you’re unable to view the slides on this page, click here.)
Here are some of our photos during the wonderful week my family spent in cool Baguio. Despite being summer, weather up there is still so pleasant, or rather, still relatively cold especially in the evening. It doesn’t help that I’m sweltering in Manila heat as I write this. Hay, I miss my Baguio.
(I just discovered this new feature on Photobucket, Remix, that allows you to create movies or slides with audio, transition options, captions and the works! I had fun doing this. I hope you enjoy it too!)
UPDATE: If you can’t view the slides, please click here.