Thursday, September 23, 2004
you poor thing, my blog...
i've ignored you yet again for almost a month. it's odd, a week after my last post, my sister gave birth. she went into labor while i was coming home from somewhere in northern luzon (more on that some other time), and gave birth in the wee hours of September 4 (which i, personally, am thankful for, because my lack of sleep was offset by the absence of people in the hospital and a good cup of coffee (then again, since it came from a vending machine, i'm now seriously doubting my state of mind then)
so my nephew was christened after his father, and the grandfather who he'll never meet. he's 3 weeks old now, he's often irritable (because he's also often hungry), and he ruins my mornings everyday with his crying (which is a mix of a goat bleating and a full-throated scream), but you'd have never guessed he could be capable of it with this picture:
i guess they're all like that.
it occurred to me that, given the chance, i wouldn't want to have one of my own until what, maybe four years down the road. i just think that there's still too much to live for, a lot of places to go to, a lot of things to see, and i just think that people who have kids at the age i do (well, my sister has a good six years over me, so she's not exactly in the mean population i'm talking about) have missed out on a lot. at this age, i'm sure it's hard to think about schooling and bringing children up while your peers are thinking about the next lay or how to save not for an educational plan, but for the next trip out of the country. it's called opportunity loss. thinking about peers of mine who do have kids, and how i feel about having my own, that familiar adage strikes me yet again.
damn, i'm getting old.
i've ignored you yet again for almost a month. it's odd, a week after my last post, my sister gave birth. she went into labor while i was coming home from somewhere in northern luzon (more on that some other time), and gave birth in the wee hours of September 4 (which i, personally, am thankful for, because my lack of sleep was offset by the absence of people in the hospital and a good cup of coffee (then again, since it came from a vending machine, i'm now seriously doubting my state of mind then)
so my nephew was christened after his father, and the grandfather who he'll never meet. he's 3 weeks old now, he's often irritable (because he's also often hungry), and he ruins my mornings everyday with his crying (which is a mix of a goat bleating and a full-throated scream), but you'd have never guessed he could be capable of it with this picture:
i guess they're all like that.
it occurred to me that, given the chance, i wouldn't want to have one of my own until what, maybe four years down the road. i just think that there's still too much to live for, a lot of places to go to, a lot of things to see, and i just think that people who have kids at the age i do (well, my sister has a good six years over me, so she's not exactly in the mean population i'm talking about) have missed out on a lot. at this age, i'm sure it's hard to think about schooling and bringing children up while your peers are thinking about the next lay or how to save not for an educational plan, but for the next trip out of the country. it's called opportunity loss. thinking about peers of mine who do have kids, and how i feel about having my own, that familiar adage strikes me yet again.
damn, i'm getting old.
