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.

Who died and made you king of anything?

~Sara Bareilles, King of Anything




Sara Bareilles always has the best clothes in her music videos.

Look what I got today!

"The must-have guide to year-round fabulousness." - Vogue 

Foreword by Manolo Blahnik.

I've been looking for this book since I first saw it in the local bookstore (which was only a few months ago) and I've tried to sneak in an opportunity to walk out of the bookstore with it.

The opportunity came when I went to get my laptop from the mall and my sister asked my dad to drop by the bookstore because we were out of books to read. I also got me the Chicken Soup for the Soul: Runners edition, and a copy of Charles Dickens's A Christmas Carol, which I will be reading this Christmas. And next Christmas. And the next.

Anyway, at first I thought the book was something along the lines of "So, I've worked with high heels for a year, let me write about that". Then I saw something about Samuel Pepys.

Peeps.

I also saw dates, and then I figured out why it was called "A Year In High Heels".

Is it just me or does that look like Anna Wintour?

Well, yeah, apparently I'm still one book away from having read all of Camilla Morton's books, but I'm making progress! Now to read it...

Where we love is home, Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

~ Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr, Homesick in Heaven

Mom's homemade yummy healthy pasta puttanesca

Our obsession with pasta puttanesca strangely coincided with the release of Daniel Handler's The Bad Beginning under his pseudonym Lemony Snicket. I haven't read the last book yet, though, and I haven't read the accompanying books, but we have made pasta puttanesca several times already.

It's nobody's birthday today, but we decided to buy some spaghetti, tomatoes, tomato sauce, shitake mushrooms, parmesan cheese, green olives and anchovies. We also bought a sweet basil plant - yeah, the plant - and used some of our leftover sardines.

That up there is the result. Yummy healthy pasta puttanesca.

Also, I bought a poinsettia.

I love to love you baby.

Okay, first of all I don't own that picture. I just really really love Imogen Morris Clarke and her deep deep voice. I love her so much I'm devoting an entire post to her. And her voice.

That caught me off guard. I first saw her in this video of Ali Stephens interviewing Karlie Kloss, Hanne Gabby Odiele and Imogen. I expected her voice to be a bit like Karlie's or Ali's or Hanne's. It's not. It really isn't.

I also watched this edition of New York Magazine's Model Diaries where Imogen takes the camera backstage. It's really pretty funny. I liked the part where Eniko started singing (which no one pointed out to...weird) and "the doctor forgot to cut it". And the parts with Skye Stracke too. And Hanne making friends.

Or, you know, all of it.

Isn't she lovely?

And that Dsquared dress is lovely, too. I want it.


All photos not mine. I wish they were.

I always thought superheroes were a high school thing.

Today my sister and I watched this:

Fantasia!

No, I was kidding. Though I wish I did, instead of this:

I didn't hate it, I just feel that if I watched it in the theater I would have demanded my money back.

Okay no, I wouldn't. But it wasn't engaging enough.

The tesla coils were awesome, though.

That is all. None of the images belong to me.