Benedick Starts to Write

The phrase “My baby is better than your baby” is an age old classic when comparing a child to another, parents take lots of time telling of what makes their babies unique, sometime though frequently happens when parents have both cute babies that they began comparing which one is more huggable thus began the friendly competition of a miniature baby competition wherein the judge are even in numbers or depending on the number of people around voluteering for the tie breaker judge.

but since were talking about babies and who is the cutest baby living at the moment is no other than Gaebriele, my 1 month old son (this time of writing) who rarely smiles and with a strong glare looking at a person - and no it is not a subject of debate whether your baby is better than mine because she or he isn’t, and would never be, yours wouldn’t even light a candle against mine - Gaebriele is the best baby that ever graced the earth period.

How can a baby that rarely smiles be the best one around. for starters, he rarely smiles and when he do, he manages to brighten up your day, who wouldn’t after spending countless hours waiting for the first smile, after walking around the delivery rooms door expecting for the nurse or doctor if the delivery is over. second, he is strong, very strong that the is able to lift his head on the first 12 hours, third, he is endowed with a high tolerance for pain or should i say he cries less often, crying only when he need to drink milk and the usual aircon, oh unlike other babies that have temperature problems, this little fellow loves the ceiling fan and air conditioners, he hates heat and bright lights though.

he is already capable of crawling, he crawls from my belly, i mean my abs to my chest then to my neck only to be disappointed that my chin is blocking my way, but no worries since he frequently mistakes my adam’s apples as his mothers nipple.

and hear this, he cried dada first as his first word at his 2nd week, i wished i was there coz im not happy that other people heard it while i dind’t, and don’t get me started if that is just luck, it is not and not open for discussion.

i miss Gaebriele.

[May 27, 20009 | Contemplating of how cute Gaebriele is]

I have no choice. No options worth taking. Time is almost due, the moment so critical is approaching and I cannot muster myself to take the path, for I must break again, for such a long time, never but yet again. What words must I say to stir this idle inside of me, to energize the flesh and commit the actions I should’ve made.

This shadow consumes me. Daylight is a step back away, a single turn.

Release me, guide me, and show me as you have done before.

I need you, I desperately need you.

[Having problems | Searching for Money]

There was this activity to add spice in how to introduce ourselves, there were about seven male students in the class and since we have to paired up i have no partner, luckily the female students are also odd in numbers so i had to paired up with her, and on the activity i managed to write this.

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Touching the fine gained paper marked with horizontal lines as if a magnetic force pulls me not to go beyond it, my blood marks itself as it oozes out of my body, symbols, characters then syllables creating ideals, messages as i embodied my masters wishes

I am also capable of showing emotions although not of mine but of his. Soft, tender and light words when he is carefreee and happy with gentle strokes and fine lines, and when is sad, alone and lonely, i blot characters, let me cry for he would not he must remain strong and when he is mad, forbid him not, swings me so wildly that his tense and fury be released and that his conviction set in stone.

I once remembered how he wrote his first love letter he tried hard to make himself convincing to make every syllables resonate with his meaning. Paper after paper, crumpled, some torn and thrown yet no matter how he exhaust himself words came about shy, innocent and unknowing, should i have the capabilities to change that i would, but this is enough i can only be him and no other.

For i am my masters avatar, his sword, his pen and this is my memoir.

[Knowing other people in my Psychology Class | 8:22 AM 19th of June]

Student 1: Shet anong klaseng patakaran yan. wala nyan sa ibang skol.

Student 2: sinabi mo pa. sala sala ngani nakabutang reviewer ni Karl

Student 3: Padi adi marhay, Gapus adi…

So these people are talking about the damned review issue again…

Student 2: sari mo yan nakuko. pa xerox raw
Student 1: ako rin

Student 3: sige lugod.

would student 2 and 1 actually read the book?

TO BE CONTINUED…

but i’d like to share this line… my line..

BAKIT ako matatakot… ipapasa ko naman yan LAHAT

[Learning to Setup MSSQL and Linux (it's a hobby away from BSN) | April 3rd Morning]