My Son, the Model

Until about two Christmases ago, we still didn't have a digital camera. That's why I know that we missed a lot of photo ops while Kokoy was growing up. Of course, we had our trusty film camera but the convenience and inexpensiveness - in the long run - of digital media just can't be beat.

Still, despite the few times that Kokoy was in front of a camera, somehow, he had this natural knack for knowing what to do and how to look good. Just look at the following:

Check out the emotional range:

And, of course, the requisite distant gaze into nothingness of all models:

Although, he did have a pre-disposition at this time, to flash his butt to the world (we're not really sure why. perhaps, a political statement?):



Now, in his teens: (thankfully, no more butt flashing...yet)






BTW, his mom, Rox, is his agent. Ha! Ha!

You know You've Got a Teenager When...

Its amazing to see how things can change in the blink of an eye.

Just two years ago, my son, Francisco Gabriel or Kokoy, still wanted toys for Christmas. If it wasn't a PS2 or PSP, it would be some new fangled toy that was suddenly popular in school. He also would hate to receive clothes and would proceed to sulk in a corner whenever he'd excitedly rip off the wrapper from a gift, only to find out that he'd been given a t-shirt or pair of shorts.

Last year, it was no more toys. His desires changed to gadgets: an ipod or some sort of mp3 player and a cellphone.

This year, its a high-end cellphone with a decent (at least 2 mega-pixel) camera, bluetooth, music player and, preferably, clamshell style. And, finally, he WANTS clothes! Clothes! CLOTHES! Topman / Zara / Celio / Penshoppe / Bench / Springfield t-shirts, hoody jackets, jeans, cargo pants and shorts, havaianas slippers, vans sneakers, addidas rubbershoes, sunglasses, and the list goes on and on.

Already, he's urging me to get another laptop so that he can, no doubt, happily spend the day tapping, tapping, tapping the keys in YM, Multiply or what-have-you. And, OMG, he's already eyeing the family car and whispering that it's high time that we get a new one. He's also broached the idea of having a separate condo especially for his college years.

Ang kabataan nga naman...

Subtract na lang

Me: Koy, paano ba mag-Multiply?
Kokoy: Eh, di, punta ka lang doon sa site.
Me: Basta mag-re-register lang?
Kokoy: Papa, sasali ka pa ba doon? (grimacing with disgust and incredulity)
Me: Sige na nga. 'Wag na.

Oh the travails of technology and teens!