Archive for April, 2007

Childlikeness at its best.

A week ago, my brother Olumor decided he wanted me to take pictures of him. He badly wanted to go to the Chapel as there were good trees where he could climb up and hang from. Karla and I didn’t want to, out of respect, because it was Good Friday. So, he opted to reach for whatever-tree-that-was (yes, was) near our home, and he made me take a picture of him.

Before

Above is the “before” shot. He was ecstatic I was able to capture this. It’s a bit blurry—I had to run for cover after hearing that resounding CRACK!

After

Poor tree. (Yep, he made me come out of hiding so I can take this “after” shot.) Well, of course, I feel embarrassed—I’m 23 and I gave in to this insanity! Why couldn’t I have a saner older brother? But between you and me, this was definitely a stress relief, and we had a good laugh. But still… poor, poor tree. Tsk.

Some break.

Alma (*hee*), Olumor, Karen, Karla and me (*hee*).

I haven’t had work since Thursday (till tomorrow), which means I’ve been stuck in a rut for four days now.  You’d think I’d be grateful for having the opportunity to rest for a few days, but no… I wish I had work.  My friends, and my brother, all had work, so I didn’t really enjoy the holidays as much as I would have wanted to–save for Thursday when I hung out with Olumor, Karla, Alma and Karen (I miss my college pals).  Wat’s the use when you’re spending it all alone?  My family had gone to the farm for some R&R, while I stayed home.  I didn’t want to travel with all that heat, lest I’d suffer from heat stroke.

Speaking of which, I couldn’t recall which night was that, but there was this blackout from midnight till noon (and it was so hot!) and I couldn’t sleep with all those mosquitoes feasting on me! The only remembrance I have from the holidays are red patches up my arms and down my legs.  *sigh*

Prison Break.

I love it. I love it. I love it. I love it. I love it.

The Cast of Prsion Break, Season 1

The Fox River 8… um, 7.

It’s a shame I just finished watching the entire first season when the second season just ended in the States on Monday. That’s alright though, I can use it to my advantage–an uninterrupted dose of Paul Scheuring’s genius.

Is there any guy at all with Michael Scofield’s brains? And it wouldn’t hurt if he looked just as handsome. I sure would like to meet him. =]