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It is true how when you are older, you tend to forget about special days. 

But thank you to the people who matter for making me remember. 

To life! Viva la vida!

Was wondering if we could ever wear this twin dress courtesy of my sister Haydee;
not really my style but in the spirit of living life to the fullest and appreciation
of this gift, sister, you gotta be happy we wore this on my day. 

Thanks for the lunch, Ima :)

People come and go in your life but when you know there is this one person outside of your family (actually 2) who will ALWAYS be with you and will ALWAYS be there for you, no matter what, you're good. Am good... thanks to my dearest friend, Anabel :) and shout-out to my other BFF Tracy for conniving with the surprise. 

Playing with the mirror

the face, the "simod"...

My cutie-pie!

@ Hikay, IT Park - food is nothing to really rave about so I am deferring a blog entry for now

Lola Peling, Uncle Boy

The twins hehehehe

Ima should've been the one sitting down

with the LOVES of my life

Funny picture of Harperoo and Hope; how handsome is my Super A...

Lola Peling looking lovely

Super A: Power Hug

Super A: A series of soliloquies, dialogues and conversations dedicated to my son, my hero.

There are just mornings that test my patience especially when my 2 girls just alternate at trying to get my attention... as if they're playing tennis... and I am the ball. Sometimes, it can get the best of me when I don't get enough sleep which of course is always the case. 

So I wake up one morning and I had just finished feeding my Hope. I was already in the shower as is my usual routine when Harperoo began to wail. I was just barely 5 minutes into the shower with shampoo on my hair. Why, why, why? I let out a heavy sigh that complemented very well with my melodrama. I had to attend to her stat otherwise risk waking up Hope and expect the inevitable symphony of crying and wailing to ensue. 

As I went for my towel and about to step out, the wailing stopped. "Huh? what happened?", I thought. "Is she awake and the thought of playing with Hope stopped her wailing... by jumping into the crib?" WAAAH! "Did she fall and was knocked unconscious that she couldn't cry or even let out a whimper?" Yes, sometimes, my neurosis gets the best of me.   

I hurriedly flung the bathroom door open to see what was going on... only to smile with what I saw.

Super A gave Harperoo a hug... a power-ful hug. 

And just like that, Super A saved my day!

Happy birthday, Papa Carlos!

We love you!

Father's Eyes

by: Eric Clapton

Sailing down behind the sun, 

Waiting for my prince to come. 

Praying for the healing rain 

To restore my soul again. 

Just a toe rag on the run. 

How did I get here? 

What have I done? 

When will all my hopes arise? 

How will I know him? 

When I look in my father's eyes. 

My father's eyes. 

When I look in my father's eyes. 

My father's eyes. 

Then the light begins to shine 

And I hear those ancient lullabies. 

And as I watch this seedling grow, 

Feel my heart start to overflow. 

Where do I find the words to say? 

How do I teach him? 

What do we play? 

Bit by bit, I've realized 

That's when I need them, 

That's when I need my father's eyes. 

My father's eyes. 

That's when I need my father's eyes. 

My father's eyes. 

Then the jagged edge appears 

Through the distant clouds of tears. 

I'm like a bridge that was washed away; 

My foundations were made of clay. 

As my soul slides down to die. 

How could I lose him? 

What did I try? 

Bit by bit, I've realized 

That he was here with me; 

I looked into my father's eyes. 

My father's eyes. 

I looked into my father's eyes. 

My father's eyes. 

My father's eyes. 

My father's eyes. 

I looked into my father's eyes. 

My father's eyes.

Brother and sisters

Sweet Hope: 5 months old