Thursday, February 22, 2007
listening to: raging (storm) by cosmic gate ft. jan johnston.
feeling: exceeeeellent.
just a quick, improper post to announce what may be the best news this month, marking the end of my bad spell and the beginning of a much better one to come.
the world has had the honour of a new
saxon addition, this time of male gender. yes people, that's right. dian is an aunt, second time round. that means if i mess up the first time with the HB girl, at least i'll get a second chance, right? HAHA, no, i kid, i kid. i'm a fudging excellent aunt whom you should all be jealous of. i so kick my sisters ass at auntiedom. though most middle-aged women would shudder at the thought of auntiedom, i relish it as i still have many years to fulfill and don't have to worry about the whole
'get married, settle down, get two perfect kids with beautiful house, complete with white picket fence' sort of thing. when i do though, i know you'll have my back, prozac.
anyway, baby boy, i have big plans for you. very big plans. you shall be my rock star drummer mohawk man. apparently auntie number 2 is also going to buy you a skateboard, so being the better one (haha) i'll also buy you little protective knee pads and helmet. you, along with your older sister, shall be handed the world on a silver platter as the new generation of
saxons. you've got big shoes to fit into, but i'm sure you'll do perfectly fine with awesome parents like those.
we see the next generation as the ones who will accomplish what we could never achieve, do things that we've only dreamed about. and though it shouldn't be done, a way for us to repent our mistakes, our wrongs. these could either turn out for the best, or result in the worst - parents wanting things for their kids that the kid never even desired, goals set too high. all ends in tragedy. somebody once described to me the relationship between child and parent by using spider silk to demonstrate their meanings. a thread so strong, it can withstand so much, yet so delicate at the same time that one slip up could break the entire thing in two, severing the link forever.
how did this suddenly turn so serious and depressing? and to think i started out in a blithe and nonchalant mood. i put it down to the novel i've just started, original works: dr. jekyll and mr. hyde. the vocabulary in it?
superb. simply superb.
it really turns me on.
