我是大舅舅了。

Supprise supprise.

My Cousin will be giving birth to a boy around next CNY. She hopes that i could go back to my hometown to share her joy. Such is life. What can i get for my new baby nephew ?

As the eldest male (in terms of hierachy) of my generation, i can't help but feel the sense of senescence sinking in.

On today(Monday)'s Strait Time, inadvertently, there is an article by a columnist in Life about the ticking biological clock of men and how he envied his peers who already have their offsprings crawling around. He rounded off his column with this sagely advice from a friend :

"Do not mistake the need for intimacy with the desire for children. Most men do get confuse but the women would spot it immediately"

As expected, the anithesis to all this came in the form of news of my colleague's father passing away.

While as much as i wish for my obliteration as soon as possible, my ride in this hell seemingly has yet to expire. With all the above happening in the span of one Monday morning, the sense of my own senescence is cleared, at least temporarily, which is summarised as :

Life and Death.
Falling snow.
Enjoy your food.
Lost is lost.