Nevergirl’s

To the world he is Freddie Mercury, rock god.

To those obsessed enough to read about him (this is me, obviously), he is the coolest Asian since Bruce Lee. This is an amazing thing because as far as anyone knows, he has never beaten up anyone with fists of fury. He has been photographed messing with wigs, crowns, outdoor cushions, and the vacuum cleaner, however.

This is Freddie as a little boy.

After his family moved to England, he went to art school. Later on, he put this artistic talent to use designing the Queen Logo, where he played with the signs of the Zodiac. There’s the lions for the Leos of the band, the crab for Brian May, and the fairies for himself, the group’s Virgo.

This is the only known time Freddie referred to himself as a virgin and the first of many times he will be compared to a fairy.

So, no one gave me a tv stand or anything heftier than that, thank God, but the girls and I got a ton of books and dresses! As a matter of fact, Alex is in a semi-panic because she says she has nowhere to wear all the dresses she got to. I don’t know how you lovely people are spending your holiday but as for ours, we’re spending it eating, laughing, and talking too much. I won’t be surprised if we return to the city dark as coal because we’ve been going to the beach every day!

I promise to make a lengthier entry when we get back to the city. These two photos would have to do for now. Happy holidays, everyone!

I usually can’t be bothered to think about my skin. I think of too many things that are much more important – what to eat for lunch, for instance. Truth be told, I remember my face only when I need to go out. This is also the time I remember my hair, and that mine screams for attention because I ignore it in the most horrendous way at home. But the movie Coco Avant Chanel (Coco Before Chanel) made me want to go on a best wrinkle creams buying spree because Audrey T. sported a barefaced look that I love because

1. it’s fuss-free.
2. it’s something few women can get away with.

Besides, at 27, it’s about time I start paying attention to my skin. I don’t even moisturize, for Coco’s sake!

Here are some photos of the premiere night. We went to the premiere, had late dinner at Casa Verde, and then the husband and the brother whisked me off to Outpost where we ate again. Never one to turn down meals – yep, that’s me! No wonder I’m always waging a losing battle with my waistline!

Oh, and I love, love, love the movie! I was stunned when it ended. It didn’t feel like I’ve been sitting at the cinema for two hours at all! I wanted the movie to go on and on, and on.

in the first photo folder on my drive is this!

Doesn’t my daughter Charlie look precious? At the rate she’s scrunching up her face, she will need the best eye cream for wrinkles before she turns 20! She may need some orthodontic help in the not too distant future too because she’s growing teeth so big you’d think she had been snacking on plywood!

Now, I love, love, love this photo because this is really what she looks like when she grins. Her eyes disappear, her dimples appear, and she starts to look like some pet you can’t help but adopt.

The cuteness overload aside, aren’t you wondering what happened to her hair? Her parents happened. Ask anyone who’s ever had to give a toddler a haircut and that person will surely tell you it’s a suicide mission of sorts — and it is! Toddlers squirm as much as – if not worse than – worms. They writhe, and wriggle, and try to fall off your grasp in whatever way we can. For this reason, a toddler’s haircut can be a very important milestone, but not for the toddler. It’s a milestone for the parents who will have to see if their love for their flesh and blood can stand the test of the first agonizing haircut. After all, a toddler’s primary job is to rule the universe and terrorize a household. Cooing and looking cute are just hobbies – they do it only when they feel like doing it.

I won’t write about Charlie’s first haircut here because that story deserves a post of its own. I’m only sharing for now this 10th photo in the first photo album in my data drive because

a. I rarely get tagged;
b. I’m not the best person to tag;
c. it must have taken great courage to tag me (hahaha!); that, and patience because it takes me forever to answer.

Enjoy your Friday, everyone!