this summer

As the little kid gets older, I'm becoming more tired.  I'm more exhausted than last year definitely.  

We've been through the naked truth -- the suicide atrocities in key major European cities,  the Brexit, the war on drugs in the Philippines.  

Can't this be a kinder world, like embodying the flame of the Olympic spirit?

I almost missed the Olympic Games.  And writing about sports gave me a sense of identity in my youth, most of the times elation on cheering the athletes defy gravity in gymnastics or run faster in the tracks. I still watch.  

Sports is not totally relegated to Twitter.  I can't  wait to bring the kid to the stands, in the Spurs or at Wembley for the NFL Europe.  

I would still sadly get sidetracked by reading too much analysis on human behaviour through social media rather than accomplish the house chores, or keep my surroundings neat and tidy. 

As I'm in Regent's Park at the mo, time to go home. Oh wait, the little girl wants to do more climbing! 

Move, move, pls.

July has been really hot.  There are a lot more people in the streets and I have to go out and mingle.  And I'm not good talking to people.  I have a long list of work to do and all I've accomplished is procrastinate.  It's educational to watch vloggers documenting their lives.  But I have to set priorities.  The clothes won't iron themselves.  The carpet does not self-clean daily.  Plus the 14 year old vloggers I stumbled upon on this period of dilly-dallying should really concentrate on schoolwork. 

My baby is four!

My little girl is already four.  There's nothing more stressful than preparing for her birthday party.  All the behind the scenes to create the perfect day are too stressful, like the search for the perfect cake, creating the guest list, the party games that go bust as kids and their parents don't come at the same time and can't concentrate, the food, the myriad of presents, the weather, the decorations and the theme, even the rubbish.  But that's me, I have to clean up afterwards in my lonesome. 

But as long as my pretty baby is basking in her moment, is the most important element.  The hard work pays off once you see her smile and enjoy the day with her ate Lourdes and her friends. 

This year, I've learned not to order cake with fruits on it. It should be eaten on the day but it was so huge and the grapes and strawberries absorbed the flavour of chocolate. Who can eat a huge cake on the day?

My guest list is ok, I don't really need to reconfigure much.  But let's see. 

beauty vlog

Rather than watch the telly (sky + netflix, that's loads), I'm now into you tube channels and following vlogs.  These young people with their high tech cameras documenting their lives are so adept in filming.  Most of these vloggers  in their early twenties, are young enough to be my kids, if I was a teenage mom. They were raised in the google generation.  The 80's are a figment of their imagination. But here I am sucked into the vortex of their lives.  I like the one-man production team and being their own bosses appeal of these reality shows. The beauty vloggers do make up tutorials. They make shopping into the most mundane of shops useful.  They do product reviews. Some forums reckon collaborating with brands and getting sponsored content for their channels mean superficiality and lack of integrity but it's a another medium of advertising and marketing.  It's great to work on your own, answering to no one. 

Speaking of product reviews, they've done a good job advertising face masks. 

So I'm using face masks (like the one above), rejuvenates my skin. 

 I like ttravel vlogs and the hotel room tours as well.  I like them better than the travel shows with all the shebang productions.   Or just watch them do and talk nothing. It's free content, as long as I like the vlogger or you tuber. It's very showbiz -- rivalries, cat fights, competition. We can choose or change our minds. 

solstice '16

Taking a photo while strutting the groove, I would always miss the solstice. 

discipline

So on my birthday, I did nothing.  Like today, on my dad's birthday, I didn't find groove in tidying all the mess.  A contemporary says I'm bulging into obesity. Aaargh!  My full length mirror lies to me every day and I still eat carbs. 

C'est la vie. 

Now, back to tidying the mess in every nook. 

birthday boy

The hubby has to work on his birthday and it's also my work week, so we make do with the tiniest bit of celebration. 

I couldn't find any decoration. Maybe a picture of the cake later.