the entry about a second coming

every family has that one person that keeps the genealogy in check -- and that's my brother. in no less than two years, he has my sister-in-law knocked up twice. if these statistics were extrapolated, i'd be having a dozen nephews and nieces in ten more years!

so, baby niece danielle was celebrated in no less of a big way like her elder brother declan was a year ago. she was deigned to be celebrated in an affair of a "baby shower" during her one-month old of existence.

for the uninitiated, "baby shower" is a singaporean euphemism for something supercilious and unpleasant involving young parents showboating their infant decked in branded baby overalls and cushy strollers, soiled diapers and incessant loud-pitched bawling. anyhows, this particular "baby shower" was held at a tea reception at swissôtel, a reaffirming tribute to illustrate how much parents would pay through their nose to baby-off each other.

she's beautiful, isn't she?

declan with his woo-hoo wavy, superman-esque hairdo

did i forget to mention that this was a christening session for danielle too?

declan wanting to bless his sister too.

she looks pretty precious and all, and i can't wait for her to mumble her first words, which technically should be uncle des, but in the meanwhile, i'm still besotted with declan like a g6.

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the entry about the young and the restless

although young is idiot-adjacent and right smack in the middle of rage-ville, as much as i'd hate to admit it, it does have its advantages. here's why: a couple of my cronies started a weekly badminton ritual of late. in the the first week, it was really challenging. my legs buckled from lunging too far out and i was practically running the court panting. this never occurred to me a couple years back!

i am guessing age is really catching up. of course, aging doesn't quite rank up there with romeo & juliet on the tragedy scale, empirically speaking, but those of you dudes who have gone through this know how excruciatingly infuriating it is.

so, do you think i made it through the games without falling down? of course i didn't. my flailing arms were inhibited by chronic inertia, and i lost my balance as i stretched a tad much for the shuttlecocks. and as i struggled myself upright, brushed the dirt off my ass, and floundered onwards, i could make out the sniggers and grimacing countenance of my badminton partner. epic failure!

but of course, if any future parties wants know if i'd be keen in future shuttlecock games, the answer is undeniably hell yeah! badminton anyone?

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the entry baring scalp

follicle exodus! all kinds of bald pate-ness.

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