Camera Whoring 101

Bianca really liked my camara phone. She kept playing with it, taking snapshots of herself and her sister with it.

Sometime, the photos come out blurry and even really dark.

It took tens of photos to actually get a nice one and believe it or not, these are the good ones.

Bianca gets really restless while taking photos. Especially if she's having one of those days - not the PMS - she's way too young for that. But her "sumpong" phase. She wasn't even looking at the cam. But yet, she wanted to have a good photo.

Bea on the other hand is so lazy I don't think she likes to even lift her head for a decent photo.

So we compromised. She gives me a big fat smile and I'll let her rest her head on my shoulder.

It worked out perfectly.

The Easter Bunny came and dropped an enormous amount of Easter eggs.

In our backyard, in my bedroom, in the kids' bedroom and in the living room.

I had about seventeen easter eggs. All were planted in my bedroom. They planted it while I was at work.

The kids were waiting for me to get home so I can hunt the eggs down.

But they ended up hunting the eggs for me. They were so excited they started showing me were they hid the eggs.

I had a good laugh. Bea got upset with her sister because Bianca told me where they hid the eggs.

I had different kinds of eggs. Cadbury, Bratz and the cheap ones too, courtesy of mum of course, that cheapskate. But easter gets me really excited. Ever since I was a little kid, I would wake up in the morning to hunt down the boiled eggs that mum planted everywhere in our Manila house.

It was double the fun because Carlo and I would do it together, along with our friends in the neighbourhood.

I knew mum was the Easter Bunny because I caught her boiling the eggs the night before the Egghunt two years in a row.

After that, I helped her boiled the eggs and plant them for other kids to hunt them down.

Bernie and I bought each other a Simpsons' Easter eggs package but I ended up giving them to our next-door neighbour.

The son of my ultimate crush.

No, Freddie Prinze Junior didn't move in.

But my neighbour sure is hot.

So is his wife. She looks like Bec Cartwright.

So mum and I call her Bec. Hmp. Whatever, at least he's got good taste. He didn't go to waste.

I'm digressing.

Happy Easter Everyone!!