Meet Mokona!

Hi! I'm Mokona Modoki. Call me Moki. I'm Filipino, although I'm not required of citizenship, but simply because I was born in the Philippines. Why my name is Japanese, that I surely know. Mom and dad used to always tell me the story, five times at least. Well, I hope you know the Japanese cartoon series, Tsubasa Chronicles. They got my name from this very cuddly mystical creature, which looked a bit like a piglet and much like a rabbit of unusual roundness, and somehow with some resemblance to Pikachu, the lead pokemon. The creature's name was Mokona! And until now, I still haven't figured out its gender. In happy times, Mokona sounded like a little girl, and in sad times, the other gender. So, it's hard to tell. But all in all, Mokona was a character so "KAWAIIIIII", it became my parents' favorite!

Then, there I was born with such cuteness I couldn't deny. But I'm not my parents' own. Right, I'm adopted. Mom and dad found me somewhere in a building's lobby. And thanks to this cuteness, mom bothered to look at me. They took me home and from then on I had a place to call my home. Dad loved it so much when I lie down stretched out flat on his tummy, and I just loved it when he brushes my hair too. We could both sleep just that way.

Yet, there were two things I was really sorry for. Mom and dad loved carrying me to their bed so I could crawl on soft foam, play with whatever stuffs were on the bed including Lavie, mom's laptop, dad's phone, and their papers and their pens, and all. But I was a baby then and the calls of nature weren't for me to care about. So without warning, I'd pee on their bed. And a little later, I'd poop too. That was disgusting, I knew. But oh boy, what did I know about toilets and holding back! I was really sorry, I swear. Thanks to this cuteness again, my parents didn't have to scold me. They've been so patient with frequent change of bed sheets.

Now, I'm big enough to stay and play alone in my crib. I can eat alone too. Mom and dad would just have to give me food and I'd be alright. I almost like everything, edible or not. Weird, eh? So I strongly believe that I have this eating disorder common in children, called pica. I love nibbling whatever catches my eyes...and nose.

Oh, and I'm a big fan of this medical hypothesis: An apple a day keeps the doctor away. Apples absolutely take me on a high! And parsley too. A few slices of banana is fine with me. And more treats, please!!! And my favorite, with which I'm never sick of --- rabbit pellets! ^^,

Oooppps! Dinner time! Moki here, saying "Mekkyo...aaa...puuuu!!!" ^^,