One photo out of focus is a mistake, ten photo out of focus are an experimentation, one hundred photo out of focus are a style.

~Author unknown

Well, not really.

As a child my family's menu consisted of two choices: take it or leave it.

~ Buddy Hackett

Picture perfect moment.

Pigs and chickens

We call this chick "Solo". If you want to know the story, read on, but be warned even I didn't like typing it.

We bought two silkie chickens from my sister's boyfriend with the intention of bringing them up as pets. We brought them to our piece of land in the mountains and there they started a family. For some odd reason, they seemed to be pretty clannish. Maybe even a bit too clannish. Right now the first batch of chickens are as big as their parents, yet they still stick together as a family.

The hen laid eggs the second time, but since the kids think they're still chicks and they can still fit under their mother, they all grouped together under their mother, smashing the eggs. We decided to separate the kids from the parents, but when the workmen did, they separated the kids and the father from the mother and the third batch of eggs.

There were seven eggs that hatched. Then, one night, a rat managed to get inside the coop and take two of the chicks. One of the chicks then died of sickness. We noticed that the mother was, for some odd reason, abandoning her children. This character of hers was once brought out in the open when, a few months ago, we brought our Lhasa Apso who ran after the chickens. The hen ran off to find a place to hide, leaving the chicks to find themselves a hiding place on their own. We also noticed that the rooster seemed to berate two of the grown kids who were fighting for dominance and had a tendency to attack a person trying to catch one of the chickens. We finally decided to let the rooster stay with the chicks and the hen.

The rooster killed two of the chicks.

Maybe he thought they were a threat to their resources, or maybe he thought they wanted to claim his territory. Either way he didn't acknowledge them as his own children, so we pulled him away from the chicks.

The next night a rat managed to claim one of the two remaining chicks. It was the last straw for my mom, and she decided to bring the last chick home. We just bought her a companion, a layer four days old, and now they are tweeting outside the room.

Not this kind of tweet.

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Today we visited the farms of one of my father's patients, who happens to be our "neighbor" in the mountains.

Introducing the flappy fedora

and the flappy baseball fedora

Note the look on the pig's face.

tee from Romania, shorts and fedora from the department store, Dr. Martens boots, Musette bag

My sister

My parents

–where did all you zombies come from?

I just finished reading Robert A. Heinlein's "–All you zombies–" and I think it would have been more fun if I didn't read the synopsis before I read the story. You should read the story before anything else. It's interesting.

Nothing much about what I wore, but pictures, anyway.

Oh, and a rotating tesseract:

bargain Burberry-Christian Dior collaboration?

How is something made by Burberry AND Christian Dior worth only around $12?

It's Sherlock, b**h. With a towel.

Also, how can this whole outfit cost only $17? Impossible.

Not really. Let me explain.

The Burberry and the Christian Dior parts came for free. The cuff straps are from my sister's old Burberry coat (it can't fit any of us) and the belt is my dad's old Christian Dior tie. The coat is from eBay and the hat is from the mall department store.

Things come cheap in the Philippines. Quality is not compromised.

This is making me so excited for Halloween.