I read the most recent post from our dear, loved Sulz. I swear my heart grew teeth and ate a chunk of itself. Nooooo! She’s saying her goodbye!

I have just gotten back from the start of our final week of TAFE, looking back upon all this, I realized the whole thing of sitting on my arse wasn’t going to improve anything. My bad. Thus, my relationship (or I should say friendship) with J___ came at an end, since I inadvertedly revealed to the poor thing that I’ve made my decision and fell in love with someone else, who was a classmate of mine, by the name of N___, knowing that this could be my chance of living away from my dreaded parents, but without the constant pest of loneliness. Being busy, I also dropped a few events with my friends from the other side of the city, since as the saying goes, I am dead-broke with two interviews on this week, since my (former) manager H____ said that my college hours clashed with work. Epic fail. But despite all this, I just feel better and betterer! Yes, I am an absolute child sometimes. I’ll fill in the details of M___’s and M___’s 21st party later. Promise.

Change is the constant, the signal for rebirth, the egg of the phoenix.

Christina Baldwin

This week was probably the most laid-back I’d ever had. I caught up with a friend of mine last Friday, at the White Dwarf bookstore in the Carillion, J___, along with P____ and T__, the pointy-haired overseer of said store and how P____’s friend was making a big deal because her friend was bitching about her not being on facebook or Twitter (I forgot which application it was). It puzzles me how people like myself are amused to watching bitch-rants like these about an application used as just another communications medium not meant to replace human contact. On the plus side, I got a book called Perdidio Street Station written by China Mieville, which reminds me of Shadowrun, only more grown up and gritty, on par with William Gibson’s Sprawl works, along with J___, who offered to see Ice Age 3 with me, which was quite delightful. I was watching the trailers before the actual movie started until J___ asked me if the ‘relationship’ could go any further. I answered thusly that I wanted to go slow, since I learned the hard way that going quick isn’t very brilliant (twice!). Fortunately, J___ was of the same mind, which allayed my fears. Knowing that your given a new start in everything is something of a frightening blessing, methinks.

Nothing is permanent in this wicked world – not even our troubles.

Charlie Chaplin
British actor, director, & screenwriter (1889 – 1977)

I’ve just had a very, very busy two weeks; recovering from the common cold, with the flyer from the Government about a flu pandemic not really helping much. Also, I attended the birthday of my friend’s two year old son, J____ at the Perth zoo with arguing seagulls and ibises, apes and food-stalls that appear out of nowhere. Another thing coming is my Mum’s birthday that we’ll be celebrating at a dim-sum house which is another plus besides the oddly random zoo celebration last weekend, remembering that we mocked quite a few Claremontians into being sheerly judgemental, snobby pansies. All in the name of truth and fun, methinks.

This man who wrote this is an uncaring, jerkface tool. Reasons why:

Just so you understand, I say “second favourite” only because I don’t love Julian as much as I love Ben.  And I say “son” because he’s not a daughter, which is what I really, really wanted.

Hey! At least you’re not infertile, so be grateful for what fruits your wife bore for you, okay? Who cares if the son is not the daughter you wanted?

Badly.  And I say “my” because I stubbornly choose to believe I helped produce him, despite the fact that he’s almost a year and a half old and resembles me about as much as a slice of cheesecake resembles Jeff Goldblum.

Maybe he resembles his mother for a change and your “favourite” will be like you as he gets older; ugly, fat and balding and too damn picky!

He’s younger, his personality isn’t as well formed, we haven’t spent nearly as much time together.  Plus, his head looks like a lightbulb.  To be fair, it’s not like the day Ben was born I loved him as much as I do now; I mean, I’m not crazy, or his mom.  Point being, if I’m throwing a party, Ben gets an invite before Julian.

Not well formed? Excuse me, sir, but isn’t he a baby? Babies’ personalities will develop as time goes on, you’re just impatient.

But back to how Julian’s the wrong sex and probably not mine:  See, whenever I thought about having children, I imagined a boy and a girl; it just seemed normal to me.

Life and reality isn’t normal, my friend.

So I’ve obsessed over this long enough to know that my desire for a baby girl probably goes back to me feeling a tad screwed-over by my older sister while I was growing up.

That sounds… creepy to me. Back away now.

Yet, oddly, over time, I’ve grown accustomed to Julian’s face.  Sometime last year I said, “Hey, handsome,” and then he and I both did a double take when we realized I wasn’t being sarcastic.

He’s learning the meaning of the word “patience”! Let’s give him a hand!

So, the upshot is, I have two boys.

So, what? At least you have kids! Get. Over. It!

Okay. Short-rant over.