The A in TAG Team
Last Saturday, my friends and I went a bit far away to go to the Baptism and 1st birthday celebration of Migs' daughter.
Migs has been one of my oldest friends, and we go back... 1st year high school? Or did I meet him in grade school already? Anyway? Now that I think about it... one very old memory of mine with him was that I was in a landline call with him and maybe another friend (maybe neomonpkmn) because he neede moral support - Migs was going to serenade someone over the phone. I don't remember what happeneed after that call, but I remember the name of the girl he serenaded to. Anyway. She is not the mother of Migs' daughter. I did say this was an old memory.
I find it a bit silly that my friends and I met Migs' daughter first before Migs met her. "Silly" might be too much, perhaps inappropriate. It is a byproduct of circumstance, after all - Migs has been studying in New Zealand, and will hopefully graduate by the end of this year. But after that he will work somewhere else as well. So he pretty much went home to celebrate the birthday of his daughter, and will leave next week.
Migs told us of an incident some time ago when his father was shot. His father was, I believe, near or in front of his house. And I think his aunt tried to approach him, but the gunner pointed the gun at her, as if to stop her from getting any closer. Anyway. I backtracked my messages - that was about 12 years ago. So I have not seen his father for 12 years. And I was both delighted to see him in the birthday celebration, and that he remembers me and my name.
The venue was a resort, but I decided not to swim despite bringing extra clothes - I had only maybe an hour or two of sleep, and was terrified of tiring myself even further considering I was going to drive. (That ended up not being a problem, as I didn't feel sleepy while driving both going to and from home.)
I did not get to talk much to Migs during that time. He is preoccupied, of course, with having fun and being a host to his many guests. I wish I was able to talk to him a bit more, even if I really have nothing to talk about with him. I guess I am just... reminiscing the past.
Anyway. I might see him and our friends again this weekend, so we will see.
Migs has been one of my oldest friends, and we go back... 1st year high school? Or did I meet him in grade school already? Anyway? Now that I think about it... one very old memory of mine with him was that I was in a landline call with him and maybe another friend (maybe neomonpkmn) because he neede moral support - Migs was going to serenade someone over the phone. I don't remember what happeneed after that call, but I remember the name of the girl he serenaded to. Anyway. She is not the mother of Migs' daughter. I did say this was an old memory.
I find it a bit silly that my friends and I met Migs' daughter first before Migs met her. "Silly" might be too much, perhaps inappropriate. It is a byproduct of circumstance, after all - Migs has been studying in New Zealand, and will hopefully graduate by the end of this year. But after that he will work somewhere else as well. So he pretty much went home to celebrate the birthday of his daughter, and will leave next week.
Migs told us of an incident some time ago when his father was shot. His father was, I believe, near or in front of his house. And I think his aunt tried to approach him, but the gunner pointed the gun at her, as if to stop her from getting any closer. Anyway. I backtracked my messages - that was about 12 years ago. So I have not seen his father for 12 years. And I was both delighted to see him in the birthday celebration, and that he remembers me and my name.
The venue was a resort, but I decided not to swim despite bringing extra clothes - I had only maybe an hour or two of sleep, and was terrified of tiring myself even further considering I was going to drive. (That ended up not being a problem, as I didn't feel sleepy while driving both going to and from home.)
I did not get to talk much to Migs during that time. He is preoccupied, of course, with having fun and being a host to his many guests. I wish I was able to talk to him a bit more, even if I really have nothing to talk about with him. I guess I am just... reminiscing the past.
Anyway. I might see him and our friends again this weekend, so we will see.