Sweet Dreams...

There was something funny that I was dreaming about...something about pulling Uncle Apollo's armpit hairs with tweezers...Hilarious...if only I gained motor control over these digits of mine...

Oh how I love a good laugh now and then...

Forget Monty Python...give me crude physical humour any day...fart jokes? Love em!



Muwahahaha

Sweet Tooth...

Well Halloween came and went...my Uncle Apollo went Trick n Treating...he didn't need to dress up...if you see him when he wakes up you'll know what I mean...and he came back and put me in another ridiculous pose...with something from his goody bag...

It's strawberry...I can't remember what it tastes like...my mum took it out of my hand and shoved it up Uncle Apollo's ****...

Hello? Hello? Is this thing on?

My Uncle Apollo gave me this thing and told me it was the latest mobile phone from Taiwan made by Nokya...so I gave it a go but I couldn't make any calls or text... I think it might be cos I forgot to plug it in...not very mobile if I have to plug it in... sigh... Uncle Apollo...

With my cousin Alex...

Alex was at the house the other day...we watched some TV...you know cool cousins just chillin on the couch on a Cunday...

Lounging around in the Lounge...

Spending some quality time with my mum and then something happened...I think it was hunger

Workin Hard...

After a hard workout I just need to lie down...you know I'm working the back and neck muscles so much that I really need to lie down in between sets...I work those muscles so hard that I vomit from exhaustion...I don't want to get HUGE muscles but to just tone up some...

My First Ad Campaign...

I landed my first project! It's for Avent's line of breast pads. I fluffed my line...I was meant to say that my mum used the breast pads...but I got stage fright, you know the camera in your face, the bright lights, the expectations of the director, the pressure from the producers, the client looking on...first timer nerves...sigh...I hope that they can dub the line properly in post prod...

Read em and weep...

I was playing poker with Uncle Apollo the other day (yes I know, he's a bad influence) and he went all in. I figured that he was bluffing so I called...Full House baby! He was bluffing with 2s,3d,4h,5s,9c and I won the pot.

He now owes me 2 tins of milk, a packet of diapers and he's paying for my first birthday...hehehe...there's a sucker born every minute...and the thing was I knew that he was using the mechanic's grip...

Watch Me for 3mins and 30secs...Trust Me I'm At My Most Adorable...

You won't regret it...It's a good way to waste 200 odd seconds

Daydreaming...?

I just woke and had this really weird feeling...it felt like I was awake but I was sure I was still asleep...I had to rub my eyes to wake up...

Golden Moments...

Now I know why my Uncle Apollo likes sleeping on top of girls...they're nice and soft...but I don't know how he does it...looking like that...I'm sure they're blind and have lost their sense of smell...

The rest of the clan...

My Tita AnnMarie...finding that my colic is funny stuff...


This is my secretive Tita Abi, I think she works for the CIA or something...I know that her boss once killed a...erm...gnat

This is my Uncle Ace (remember Ate Alex with the rubber gloves and stethoscope?) I think he's trying to make fun of my upper lip...hmmm...he'd better be careful or he'll join Uncle Apollo in the bad books
This is my Tita Annabel...I don't like the look she's giving me...looks like she wants me to shut up...hmmm...I was just trying to sing 'A Whole New World'

Big Bro...Sister...

Ate Alex is practicing to be an older sister. She's expecting a sibling in Dec/Jan. I think she'll make a great sister...

These Mozzies Are Enormous...

They call AIDs and malaria 'millionaire diseases" cos of the fact that millions have it...luckily I'm not a millionaire...my good mum bought me this shell for me to play hide and seek in...safe from the ravages of those mosquitoes the size of my Uncle Apollo's ****, well in that case I'm safe...the mozzies are pretty small...

The Big 1...Month

They have this thing where due to the infant mortality rates they celebrate life after 1 month. Apparently I'm very lucky to be still alive. Who knows I may well fall off this mortal coil / baby recliner tomorrow....

Ribbit ribbit ...

Another fantastic piece of art... Uncle Apollo... sigh

Waiting for the guests to arrive...eagerly anticipating their entrance

Are they here yet? The food is getting cold...

Is that thing on? You going to count down? No? Bad photo...

Grandma - more excited than I am...

My Tita Ann and her bodyguard Randy, mali Bogs is his name I'm told...He's a nice fellow...doesn't say much but he gave me some nice things to play with...

GOING, GOING, GONE...couldn't bothered waiting for my guests...zzzzzz

Phh...phh...phh...zzz...

We had this cookup for this big occasion...I was celebrating 43 265 seconds on this earth... I can't remember the exact menu but it was something like, caviar (the real stuff from the sturgeon none of the cheaper variety) lobster thermidor, beef stroganoff, yorkshire pudding and finished off with some truffles...or maybe I dreamt that.

There were Filipino food things that I don't know but since my mum wouldn't let me eat any I don't really care...hmph...big occasion for me and all I get is milk...not even allowed a slice of cake



If you look closely at the three pictures above...you'll see the conspiracy that took place...the question is "How did the candle blow itself out when I was asleep?" Hmmm...


The cake that they wouldn't let me eat! Well I'm going to make sure that my intestines are ready by the time they throw another party for me...here's hoping I have a second month party

I Make Freddy Kruger Cry...

I was growing these wicked set of claws to make even Wolverine cringe so I had to make sure that they were well protected. Note the mittens. These claws are made of gold...or something not so expensive...

My first bath...

I keep on saying that my Uncle Apollo and I are opposites but there was a time where I was like him ... I didn't bathe for weeks on end. Not through personal choice purely for health reasons but after my umbiological cord dropped off I could get wet.

And so we conducted a three phase operation. My grandma was the head of operations while Ate Alex was her second in command. Happily spreading bubbles ... tiny bubbles ... make me feel warm ... a few of you out there might know the song ;)

By Phase 3 I was smelling like ... erm ... clean. Not rancid milk, acidic diarrhoea or cigarettes or whiskey...

I can't remember seeing my Uncle Apollo near the bathing site ... it may be true - he really is allergic to water

Reason #413 Why Uncle Apollo Won't Get A Christmas Card...

My uncle Apollo heard that I couldn't see yet...so he decided to lend me his spectacles...

I've no doubt that my uncle Apollo's shoe size is larger than his IQ...

What's that line again? You can choose your friends but you're stuck with family...sigh

Bonding moments...

Family...I LOVE these guys...

I should have had this doctor...

Yes, this is my 3yr old cousin Alex...she was really concerned about my health. She borrowed my Tito Ace's things (he's finishing his nursing degree).

I'm not quite sure what happened with the bottom picture. No doubt my uncle Apollo had something to do with it...

B-Y-N-G-O...

This is my Ob-Gyn (or should I say my mum's) Dra. Asunio. I've known her since I was really small. We go way back. Me and her Doppler thing used to bounce ideas off each other in the womb.

Here she is stopping by one day during my hospital stay. So nice of her. She had lots of things to do cos doctors are always busy but she managed a few minutes to see me and my mum.

There's a history between Doc Asunio and our family. My Ate Alex was delivered by her, I was delivered by her and my future cousin will be delivered by her. She hasn't gone wrong yet.

But I think Grandpa was hoping she'll pop out a boy soon.