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Photohunt # Bad Hair

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I know, I know I’m so unfair.  How could I put this cute little fella under the Bad Hair theme? If he could only talk, he’d have protested. He doesn’t deserve it. And I deserve some kicking in the arse for this.

Now in reality, it is  me who rightfully deserves the Bad Hair title. Not him.  If he could only talk, I’m sure he’s going to yell about that too. But I need to post an entry, so… my dear kyut koala, my apology.

He’s cute, right? I wish I could be cute like him when I’m having a bad hair day.

Photohunt #19 Mmmm-self

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Klutz is my middle name.  I trip on my own feet. I drop, spill, break things without my meaning to. It just happens always and I’m inclined to beleive gravity has something against me.  Really I am a big klutz and this is my painful proof.

My left fist. Taken a month ago after I noticed I unconsciously hurt myself. I didn’t even know where and what I was doing when I got that angry scratch (????). I only noticed I hurt myself when I already felt a stinging sensation while washing my hands.

Photohunt #18 Shoes

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I’m not really much of a shoes person. I prefer rubber slippers over shoes or sandals. In fact, I am so used to wearing flipflops that I made a complete fool of myself a couple of days ago - when I, wearing my favorite flipflops, went to a government office with the intent of renewing my engineering license. I was refused entry by the guard. Ouch!

Later, I punished myself sashayed into the building wearing a pair of 3-inch wedges.  But while I was standing behind the long lines, I so longed for my Prima which is my second best footwear  after the slippers.

 

Photohunt #17 Candy

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This will make the dentist very happy. It means business! (no offense meant to the dentists reading this)

But really, I don’t normally give my 2-year old son some candies.  I’m a mean Mama, I know. But one day, this mean Mama accidentally bumped her head on the wall and realized to make a concession in that department.

This was Matt’s first time to try one. Taken last month - a day after we attended a birthday party. That lollipop was included in the loot bag. Usually, I give the candies to other kids and keep the toys for him but not this time. It was love at first lick for Matt -but I haven’t given him any since then. *Mean Mama mode is ON*

Photohunt #15 Time

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An hourglass or sandglass is an old device to measure time. Now, it is used more as a game timer or as ornament. Do you still remember the time when Windows OS use the icon of an hourglass as mouse cursor? It indicates that a task is still being processed.

“Hourglasses were the first dependable, reusable and reasonably accurate measure of time. The rate of flow of the sand is independent of the depth in the upper reservoir, and the instrument is not liable to freeze.

From the 15th century onwards, they were being used in a wide range of applications at sea, in the church, in industry and in cookery.

During the voyage of Ferdinand Magellan around the globe, his vessels kept 18 hourglasses per ship.” Source.

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May Peace Prevail On Earth.

Couldn’t find a fun sign so I’m putting this up instead. Not funny. Maybe unique. You’ll see this at the observation deck of the Chocolate Hills (Bohol, Philippines).

Photohunt #13 Thirteen

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He took the bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to them, saying,
“This is my body given for you; do this in remembrance of me.”
                 
In the same way, after the supper he took the cup, saying,              
“This cup is the new covenant in my blood, which is poured out for you…”
Luke 22:19-20

 

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Living somewhere in the tropics, I have sentenced myself to mind-time-word consuming and rigid finger-exercise otherwise known as blogging. Unknowingly from the start. Now it has become an addiction. So now, I am not only an old-fashioned mother, a trying-hard sweet wife, a silly telco engineer and patient housemaid but a trying-hard-to-sound-smart blogger as well. Call me Mama Meji. and you may email me at zamejias [-at-] makimeji [-dot-] com.