the name itself scares me. brings out the living chills in me. never did like it probably because of the media, everytime he's either the mafia boss or someone who's lusting for a bloody-revenge. imagine i meet a new friend and i go, ' hey, you new here?' and he goes, 'yeah my name is...hector' BRRRRRR. talk about first impression. i believe in first impression.
though that said, i ain't a fan of love of first sight. if you don't get the correlation, first sight is something like first impression. so yes. there are exceptions to what i believe in. our minds are very good at filling gaps or inducing selective blindness in our eyes, where we see what we want but not what we need. one of the many reasons rships flounder, you idiots. hence, next time you think it's love at first meeting, sight whatever, either you are desperate or you are wrong. dial it back a lil & you will see what i mean.
anyway back to the topic, i'd never name my son hector. never ever. since we are talking about babies, the first time cry of a baby is the most..THE MOST beautiful sound you'd ever hear in your life. definitely nicer than the noise your mum makes when she nags or the sound of your veyron cruising down the highway or how your partner moans. it symbolizes life, the beauty of life, the beauty behind life, the beauty around life and the beauty in your baby.
some random thought. i have always thought you could tell much about someone through his or her blog. and i doubt i am wrong. on another random thought. i don't know why i am putting myself through this confusion & pain. btw that was not an emo sentence, stupid shit word that is. i am happy, from all that i do on a daily basis. don't assume.
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