The 26th of November

All the love my deary.

Late Happy birthday Santino!
from your proud Ninong/Tito

23

And so i turned twenty three.

Two more years, and I’ll stop counting my age at twenty five.

A wise friend told me, 30 is a scary age.

But I am excited to see just how my life would be during that time.

So there goes the twenty three years of me.

It’s been fun, but it’s not easy.

I’ve never been an adult before, so everything is new to me.

I realized being an adult gives me a lot of things I can and cannot do.

An adult can have a solid bank account.

An adult can have his own post-paid phone line.

An adult can earn money to spend for needs and wants.

An adult should be careful and responsible for an adult can be put into jail, legally.

It’s a cliché - kids are more carefree and adults are worrier.

But this is solid truth.

I now see the stress of life. I now see the cycles.

I am now sharply aware that adults really need to work to achieve the real definition of having a life.

Adulthood offers power, annoyingly coupled by responsibilities.

It’s a wonders, but I sometimes feel like Im a misfit for adulthood.

It’s weird, but it feels like it’s only my skin which grows the age.

Is it possible for the physical being to age, while the bravado remains outdated but young?

A BIRTHDAY STORY

What transpired during Santino Rylle’s (my second nephew) First Birthday Celebration? Well, please allow me to tell the story and show you some of the gazillion photos!

Before the day of the party, Santino had his first hair cut done by yours truly. It has been a belief that we follow to have a smart person cut baby’s hair first. (ahem to that=) Then every strand will be bookmarked into books of all knowledge.

I was also the one tasked to buy Santino his party clothes. Thank God for Gingersnaps, their cool designs and cloth quality helped me decide to buy from them fast. Thank goodness also to this cute orange pair of Converse sneakers; Santino will surely look young and edgy. He He.

Before the party started, Santino had to rest and be kissed and hugged by his cousins.

Then, just like any kid’s party, it was loud, cheery, colorful, fun and yes, crazy!

Santino was afraid of the clown, but his visitors surely enjoyed the Clown’s jokes and magic. It was just quite noticeable that kids are already aware of the tricks behind the magic. Yours truly was also tasked to show his talent- balloon sculpture!

Then it’s time to seal the deal! It was really a blessing to have Santino and our family. Together with his brother Sean, all we can see in them are hope and bright future. Yihee, cheesy.