The previous 3 years had been quite tragic for me, for I had to contend with death after death in the family. In just that short period of time, I lost all my grandparents, and most of all, my own father. My world tumbled into darkness and the journey seemed to look real lonely ahead.
But in 2006, I found my light and was given a blessing instead. I got Regine. Here she is…
Excuse her drools, she’s just approaching 7 months. I’m sure when she’s old enough, she’s gonna work on her drooling problems and be a much better person than her daddy.
Life with Regine for these 7 months has been the best to date in my life, though the first 5 were quite shitty – having to deal with Emily’s unstable temperament during her pregnancy and the amount of moolahs involved in delivering the baby. But it was all well worth it post second half of the year. The joy that Regine brought to our world sort of eclipsed everything else that sucked and illuminated the way ahead for us.
You know, I used to be indifferent to all those environmental and animal extinction shits around me. I didn’t really care. I was self centered and apathetic. Like, why the fuck should I give a damn? When I fucking die, it will all be gone like a dream. Why fight for a dream that isn’t here to stay for myself?
But Regine changed all that. My priority in life shifted. It’s all for her now. I want her to see how a real tiger or rhino looks like. I want her to see natural waterfalls, douse herself in it and be able to build a real sandcastle on a real beach. Not on some artificial high tech indoor waterpark or something. I want her to see the world at its best and this radically changed my way of doing things on this planet. Like – I swear to god (note: not an implication that I believe in some divine higher being) – that I’m going to spend every ounce of my consciousness to preserve the environment and make this world a less hostile place for my Regine to live in. (no… not like those Steve Irwin craps but, something like – habitual recycling, refrain from eating endangered animals and burp/fart less).
And I’m gonna also focus more in my career to improve the quality of her (and Emily’s) life. In fact, I’ve been working on that since last year, after that round of dramatic self realization on how much of a sleaze I had been (see 2005 roll up). And I did well alright. I earned respects and carved influences. Hell, I couldn’t have made it any better. A testament to that, I was nominated for a promotion by the boss. Though I did not get that promotion (out of sheer bad luck), but at least I don’t feel like an underachiever no more. I now know I’m good and I can smack the motherfucking shit out of all those rookie engineers hands down.
So, it’s all about Regine now. 2007 will be to get her to walk, talk or maybe to perform a cool wheelie on her tricycle. Whatever it is, I hope she’s going to be smarter than her daddy (who is already very smart *wink*) and stay healthy always.
Love to all of you people. Happy New Year and fucking make way please… my kid’s growing up.