Prettiest Girls in the World

• Aren't they just the prettiest? I know am good with kids, especially with girls. Am beaming with pride when they fall in love with me or just talk to me or ask me these weird questions, and i love them too, especially random kids i do not know personally. Like these pretty girls here. When we were at Vigan and doing the tour, they approached us and asked for money. So i call that a modeling fee. Why? We do not speak the same language but innately girls do understand each other well especially when i asked them if it's okay for us to take their pictures. Wow they giggled and their eyes just lit up, they sat next to me right away and waved their Korean peace sign that says, "we're ready". They are so cute. Ohhh, i know ill never see them again. My heart bleeds for girls like them. I really wish them good life, and be blessed with all the material things they need to live a dignified life. I prayed for wisdom, love and peace and happiness that any form of harm won't touch them nor trouble them. I mean, they're happy little girls, i just hope that spirit will stay with them for the rest of their lives.
• Seeing these girls remind me of my "perfect" childhood. My family gave me priceless childhood. I was a mischievous little girl they said, fell on a river twice, first for throwing myself together with the stones am throwing, second.....i do not remember clearly, maybe i just like to thrown myself that's all. Thank goodness my cousins were always there to ask for help or to just shout. And one too many times, i killed my dad's chicks by overfeeding them, chased down by the neighbors stray angry dogs, goats and peacocks, dangled on a tree branch for hours and waited for my dad to come rescue me, wrestled on a mud pool with our carabao and cried after i cant find my flip flops, sewed my own hands on my aunt's machine, gave myself my own haircut that unleashed the craziness on my mom, scared the beejesus out of everyone by singing on top of my most operatic voice every time i walk down the stairs, hid on the back of the door that made my whole clan panic, thinking i was kidnapped - well they found me hours after from the trace of my pee flowing from the back of the door and sooooooo many more. Oh those were the days i can never put a price tag on.
• Well, that's me. I do not do those things anymore but i still dangle from a tree from time to time.

Have a great Sunday everyone! I hope to refresh the memories of your childhood with my silly blog. Smile!