Baby-For-Hire
Spending the weekend with my god son was pure bliss. My profound gratitude to Kevin and Cheryl for the 'baby-for-hire' experience. It was a true awakening. Hell yeah! I want to up the tempo and tapow him next time round ya hear? I have a strong claim for him too! (It was my arrow after all! [snigger]) :-P

I can honestly tell you that the entire experience was profoundly mind blowing! I found myself several times in situations where I would never be caught dead in... anyone who knows me REALLY REALLY well, (yup, just you 2 asswipes..) would know that yours truly WOULD NEVER... EVER... run around in KLCC carrying belons and talking baby language in broad daylight with all of Bolehans to see and hear. And having baby drool all over myself without minding it one bit??? Huh? Talk about complete manipulation of my senses! (Must be that 'I Gotcha.. Succer!' chortle of his) And how about carrying him ala superman and running at 150 knots per hour around de perfume department? And playing belons with him right smack in a fully occupied DOME in the NON SMOKING section for 2 whole hours and... sheesh!... the list goes on and on. SHIT! I sure miss having those tiny squiggly arms tightly wrapped around my neck!

And he wasn't even of my own flesh and blood! Although I sure as hell felt that way...

Which brings me to my next topic....

Pre Parental Blues
Thanks to Joe's post, I couldn't help but wonder... What kind of father would I turn out to be? Sure as hell don't want the first word out of my kid's mouth to be the infamous F word! Sure as hell ain't gonna be Microsoft too!!!! Fuck dat shit! (Linux Rulez mmm'kay!) I don't even want my kid to turn out like me... coz according to certain individuals... I suck at everything except work... ([groan] yet another revelation!) To a certain extent I think thats the truth too... I've been a really bad boy, screwed up too many lives already. Sure ain't proud of what I've done... as a matter of fact, I regret every shitty thing I've ever done, so sorry folks... but hell... there's no point crying over spilt milk. Besides... I'm only human goddammit! For Pete's sakes! Gimme a break ok! (BTW, if anyone even thinks of posting a "Who's Pete?" in my comment section, I'm going to kick your lights out!) And in the spirit of Eddie Murphy... "if you don't like it... you can just fuck off too!"

In reality... although there are many good things in life (marlboro lights, vanilla ice blended regular and CPY for instance), in general, the world we live in sucks big time... what the hey... we've got banned theatrical shows... we've got crooked bridges... we've got computer labs... get the picture? How in the world does one then raise and protect ones offspring from all that crap? Instilling morals and values like those inscribed in Douglas MacArthur's prayer is not going to be a walk in KLCC park, unless of coz, we appoint a really nice Datuk Bandar lar.

Correct me if I'm wrong... but I think that this will require a tremendous change on my part FIRST...

Oh Fuck! I'm seriously going to need an OVERHAUL!