Sunday became my second time to be a godparent. I attended a seminar ( a long one) to be educated on the responsibilities of being a second father to my colleague/next-door housemate’s son who’s just 3 months old.
the family.
It was a mass christening and when I saw the other babies who were waiting in line, I couldn’t help but compare ourselves to them — I’m talking about the parents and other relatives. They were all well-behaved and prim while we were too unruly. If a priest came up to us, he would surely scold us for being too noisy a bunch.
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It makes me wonder if it’s because of the lifestyle of the business process outsourcing industry; working in a call center makes you more flamboyant (haha — so gay a term to use) showy and loud. Liberated minds unite and non-liberated ones get corrupted. I don’t even know which profession is more indecent aside from the indecent ones, of course.
I wonder how baby Luke will be when he grows up with his godparents – me included.
It makes you wonder what sense the mother had to get these rowdy colleagues/friends as godparents. But somehow, she was able to find some good use for us aside from giving baby Luke new gadgets for Christmas.
Check the blog of an unconventional mother, trying to make ends meet while dishing out funny anecdotes here and there at blueandgraymilk.blogspot.com. You can read through the reasons (sane ones) on what baby Luke can get from us.
Good luck with this blog Ched, this time, let it last longer than 6 months. While you’re at it, you can check out Phlegmy’s blog at angdabawenyangukuk.blogspot.com.
It was a good day albeit a tiring one. I got to practice and play with my DLSR again; but the blurry shots are still there.
