Brown and Orange

After spending an extended two-week holiday in Tarlac, Arani is home. (A little FYI to those who care, the word "Arani" is a Greek word for "orange." My wife Arlene and her siblings Arnel, Arnold, and Aricel had a weird notion to name their children "Ar-". Heck, it could be Aragon or Arwen due to their popularity during those times. Arani was the best compromise I could make.) Not surprisingly, Arani grows up to have fascination for colors. Her clothes should always match, preferably pink or purple thank you very much. She calls me her "brown" Dada but in times of her tantrum she longs for a pink one.

Boys will be Boys

It's not what you think it is. I found these boys caressing the tall grass in the early morning. After a quick inquiry, I learned that they were looking to catch spiders for the traditional game of spider fight (think: Pokemon 100 years ago). After some time (still no spiders), they had to stop to pull out the amorseco, which clinged on their clothes making their skin itch like crazy.