Baby Eugene

I want to say a lil something something about MY baby Eugene. oklah not mine, but Amy’s nephew. I dunno why I’m doing this, probably it’s the stress from reading too much Bioprocess. to Baby Eugene : this one’s for you bro.*mini high five*

Eugene, how come you get heavier by the minute when I carry you?
Eugene, how does heaven feels like? coz I’m in hell..
Eugene, how is it that you can do anything you want, and get away with it?
Eugene, will you be my bro?

Dude, you are gonna grow up, and then we can be bros.

You could be anything you want.

Forget the damn camera that you picked up on your 1st birthday. You don’t have to be a photographer if you don’t want to..

You can learn tennis from me..

You can be an amazing accountant like Aunt Amy..

You can be a chef..I know you love to eat everything..me too. *mini five*

Well..you COULD be superman, but we’ll talk bout that later..

You CAN’T be a chemical engineer, I wont let you sign your death warrant.period.

Bro, when you grow up, I want you to be strong. I want you to be disciplined.

When you grow up, I want you to be able to say “no” .

I want you to carry yourself in a proud Malaysian-Chinese way.

I want you to respect your elders, I want you to earn other people’s respect.

When you walk, I want you to hold your head up high. Be proud, but never forget your roots..

When you grow up, I don’t want you to be like me..

If we were bros, I will guide you along the way.

I will make sure you never do the things I did.

If we were bros, I will teach you MY way of tennis.

I will make you tough, and you will hide your tears.

If we were bros, the world is ours.

Eugene, I hope you can walk when I get home on May 4th..I have lots to show you.

When you can say more then “mama” and “tok-tok”, I will tell you amazing stories about Aunt Amy..

Eugene, I hope I’m there when you learn how to ride a bike..

I hope when you are 21, you wont blog about your girlfriend’s nephew..

Eugene, I hope the world for you, but then again, the world is a scary place..

I hope you grow up, but please take your time..

I hope you grow up to be just like your dad..

I hope you are ready.

You are the huge ceiling in Sistine Chapel 2.0, ready to paint, Da Vinci?

miss you bro.