Chubby Cuddlelies

Also known as babies. Rotund little bundles of exceeding bubbly joy :)

I couldn't imagine what kind of prissy individual would actually prefer skinny toddlers. Which is why all babies have tummies. It's what makes them appear exquisitely dashing in their miniature outfits. They also babble in the most adorable of ways. It's true their self-absorbed musings are impossible to decipher, yet aren't you simply captivated by their throaty gurgles? But their most irresistable feature must be the baby scent. No one I know ever gets enough of those redolent handfuls.

Isn't it interesting that everyone sets out on an implicit mission to make an infant smile? You'd throw out all dignified behaviour and replace them with monkey faces, clown antics and off-key tunes for the sake of so much as a wrinkle of his princely nose. If you should be so fortunate as to gain their pleasure, the delight on their faces absolutely brightens your day. It's a kind of satisfaction beyond human explication.

And baby Uncle is one such plummy boy :p I give him regular tummy rubs just to hear him laugh. He rewards attention showered upon him handsomely through his sparkling eyes, and believes that television deserves his most intense babbling. For some strange reason, baby Uncle is also pre-occupied with teeth. He flashes his own set boastfully in reciprocation to similar gestures from others. Perhaps he is proud that his pearly whites abound and are perfectly aligned where there is none to begin with in the case of other little guys (and he would have you know he put in much effort to achieve that effect).

It's true that given baby Uncle's boundless energy, he sometimes demands more time and devotion than I am able to sustain. The occasional lack of sleep has certain implications on my other responsibilities.

Still the sweetest thing remains, that when he snuggles up to you and gives you the most tremendous bear hug he can manage, that's when all your dearest recollections of the past fuse with the present and merge into the future in one whirling confusion; and you wish your throbbing heart wouldn't resonate so.

At the Next Turn

I've always looked forward to the next turn for something to hold on to. Outlandishly splendid and fulgurant; what about something like love.

How romantic to pretend what surprises may spring upon you around the corner :) Tall, dark and handsome prince charming sweeps me off my feet? With the cutest smile? Someone like Harry Osborne in Spiderman 3 would surely be to die for, even with that radioactive scar. It's exciting thinking about paradise unfolding at the very next moment.

But I found out that the next swerve could also take something away without my letting go. No longer splendid and fulgurant; nothing more than love.

How could it be that the very same things I used to cherish, today I am simply unable to tolerate. There is an indomitable craving for change. Perhaps I refuse to admit that former things bore my fickle mind, yet why do I feel like I've been settling for less far too long? It dawns on me suddenly what better things actually. And then the realization is overbearing. It overrides all previous inclinations, and I struggle to even vaguely recall the way it was. If only I could identify the difference between the past and present, and still appreciate the beauty I left behind. But I can only accept that I am no longer me.

What lies beyond that next turn?

Did You Know

Words, when strung together in certain ways, could very well take on a life of their own. You know when they evoke a whole new set of emotions each time you go through them in exactly the same sequence.

Some thoughts could tire you to sleep every night, and yet you start missing them the next moment you wake up. You know when you would actually deal with the fatigue rather than stop those thoughts from recurring.

When I'm upset with you, I'm even more upset with myself for being so.

Happiness is not the absence of sorrow. Because bad experiences have no business limiting your potential ;)

Accidentally

I don't know how it was that the clouds in my skies parted, and the moon illuminated the stars for you and me. But you know, they were twinkling in an almost knowing manner. That I would finally find it in me to appreciate their beauty. Because you taught me to slow down and to take time.

And I haven't figured out if it's your scent that's gotten into my head, blocking my senses off everything else; or if it's my head being incapable of shaking off those thoughts of you, it seems your presence never leaves mine.

When was it that you stepped into my world? For I detected not so much your presence as the first rays of dawn that you brought along. And so I no longer needed to hope, because then those hopes came to pass right before my eyes.

I'm still learning your affectionate ways; unapologetic and never ashamed. Now my vision is coloured with your love. Sometimes I ponder if all good things eventually come to an end. For I know that if ever you're not around, I could not see ice cream in the same way again.

More than all the wealth and achievement I could ever hope to gain, your companion would I gladly be.

Electrifying

What differentiates one person's touch from another.

Do you think perhaps it's the speed and intensity of the transfer of electrons?

With the right amount, your skin tingles, your heart palpitates, the scent lingers.

Or the contact could mean nothing at all.