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Mig's 1st Birthday! Thursday, October 30, 2008 |

Migs is just sooooo cute, and sooooo lucky: cause he has me as his ninong (hehe) --- well, on second thought, not really. I'm not as active as a ninong should be and I'm not that into kids. I'm not really sure why Michel got me as Mig's ninong (hmmm, something to ponder about).


And now that we're on this ninong topic, I was thinking: it's weird how Michel's my friend and I'm ninong to his brother. I just realized how weird that is. Now technically, Michel is my inaanak and my would-be children will be his kina-kapatid and I have his mom as my kumare. How come I've never thought of that before?!?


Weird and awkward as it seems, I still feel happy for Mig's. He's getting bigger... and cuter (of course) and he's sooooo puti... haayyy. I wonder how he'd grow up to be.





(top left: Migs and mommy; bottom left to right: Baby Migs, Migs and kuya)

Two-word Poem |

like stars
you'll fly
at night
til daybreak
and hide
in sunlight
to rest

the moon
will watch
and gaze
and wonder
how lovely
how pretty
you twinkle

the lake
in shade
will imitate;
the wind
will listen
to catch
you singing

like stars
you'll fall
and never
come back
but pity
the stranger
that forgets