Pantabangan.

Daddy: *knocks* gising ka na. mag exercise tau *knocks*
Melissa: *pretends not to hear
Daddy: *knocks some more.. now more loudly that it can reach the neighbors*
Melissa: POOOOO?!
Daddy: Anak antaba mo naaaaaa.! gising ka na..

In the end.. we end up going to pantabangan, 2 hour ride for my.. anti-fattening program.

ntabang town hall.

meet my uhmm convoy. ahaha.

downhill.. weeee

weeeeeee.

awwww.. he's getting old..lurv u dad. :)

hearts everywhere..

peaaace.! ahaha he's gonna joine ms. earth some time in the future. haha

no rubber shoes. forgot 'em in the dorm. :)

amusing how ice cream vendors reach forests...

there he is.. the ice cream vendor.. haha (not my dad.. he's on his left)

beautiful.

i have an inborn ginormous calves plus biking = manly legs.

ugly scenery + haggard faces + fatness = father-daughter picture of the year

my convoy and my camera man..

i could get used to this anti-fattening program once in a while :)