(Like always, click on the pictures for a larger and better view)
Here's why you guys should come to Balayan next year!
Our lechon!
Half human, half pig
Batpig! Tenenenenenenen...Batpig! (He came with a batmobile, wasnt able to take a picture of it!)
That's El Shaddai's lechon. And yes, it was dressed up as Mike Velarde (sorry, I didn't take a better picture!)
I think this guy was playing bodyguard to Hawaiian Lechon
Babe, can I give you a ride?
Caregiver lechon
It's a bird (nyek), It's a plane!!! Noooo....it's a lechon in a plane!
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This one reminded me of Snow White in her casket.
Don't call me, I'll call you...
When Narda swallowed the stone, she turned into Darna, the pig. (Luis, this particular one is for you! Hahahaha!)
Atttaaaaccckkk!!!
Everyone needs to get wet...
You can't escape...
And you definitely cannot hide.
They say that you will not be blessed by St. John the Baptist if you don't get wet...
And get wet, I really, really did! What fun!!! (Sweetie, I wish you were there!)
Someone, please tell me why this woman is wearing a bra. Match sila nung lechon na katabi niya!
With my official spokesperson/PR Manager, Ninang Mabel. Everytime relatives would ask me if I had a boyfriend, she'd answer for me. And she did that countless of times. When she asked me when Jay is arriving, I said, "Well...there's been a delay..." and she goes, "Yes, I know about the accident, how is he doing?" Once again, my Ninang left me dumbfounded. "Who have you been talking to? You just know everything, don't you?", I replied. And all she she did was laugh. I love her to bits!
YA-YA! Hanging out with my aunts and grandma made me feel like I was in the "Divine Secrets of the Ya-ya Sisterhood". Such a crazy and nutty bunch!
The weekend was worth every pound I gained! Hehehee! I'm sunburned too, by the way. But what else is new? Haha!
Bunny @ Sunday, June 26, 2005
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about moi
Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to
climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her
3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi,
constantly needs caffeine, wonders when she'll quit smoking, and will most
likely die due to liver complications from drinking too much (if the cigarettes
doesn't get to her lungs first). Can't live without accessories especially
big, dangling earrings, shoe freak (aren't we all?), sucker for discovering
hole-in-the-wall restaurants, will ingest anything spicy, enjoys giving and receiving
massages, addicted to Friends, Sex and the City and CSI, goes gaga over kids, dreams of
being alone with Jim Morrison and smoking a joint with Bob
Marley. Would love to party with Gwen Stefani, shop with Patricia Field, write poetry with
Maya Angelou and have Sting, Nelson Mandela, Mark Twain and Bono over for
dinner.
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