So I was on the bus today, and as I got on I spotted this little baby girl and her mom. Couldn't possibly have been more than a couple years old, seeing as she was still in diapers. She had really big eyes. Long eyelashes, a charming smile, a gleaming skin tone, and a thinned out ponytail, held together with a tiny red hairband.

I sat behind her and as I did, she turned around to give me a smile-- She was terribly adorable :-) I tried to spend the entire bus ride reading my notes but I failed, because I was watching her sitting in front of me, doing silly things. One of her actions caught me by surprise though, and it was a truly heartwarming moment. She reached up to play with her mom's hair, despite the obvious height difference. And after awhile, she looked at her with such adoration in her eyes, and said, "Mommy? I love you.", before smiling innocently and going back to playing with whatever it was she had in her hands at the moment.

I imagine her mother must have been very happy to hear that. Sometimes, it's great to be a child. The only thing you have to worry about is probably the monsters you meet in your dreams. And loving, giving, saying things, aren't ever complicated-- You never have to think twice about the consequences your actions might bring. It's truly the one period in your entire life that you will ever feel so carefree.

From another point of view, I think today I finally realised how awesome it is to be a mother. I never really understood why anyone would want to have kids. If you ask me, they still annoy the shit out of my soul every time one starts to wail; especially when it has no intent of stopping anytime soon. Childbirth hurts so bad. Kids are expensive to raise. And being a teenager now, it scares me how parenting might be the epitome/ of my adulthood. But it was at that moment on the bus that by putting myself in the mother's shoes, the answer struck me.

It was the gift of life, to know that something was created by you and someone else you love. Someone you decided you would commit to forever; that child would bond you both. It would be a responsibility, an eternal promise. To be able to look into his or her eyes, and see them watching you back with you at the centre of their universe-- That is the joy of being a parent. Its only in theory, and I will never really be able to say I understand until I find the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, but that's probably it. To forego logic, to let your heart take over your mind, to love your child for better or for worse, no matter how he or she might turn out to be, to know that he or she was a part of you; a result of your love for your partner.

Mm. Penny for your thoughts?

Post Note: I am still going to think twice about unprotected sex. Giving birth hurts like a bitch and you know it. -_-

I realise I've been doing a lot of thinking the past few days. Hmm. I'm deep. 8D~ K bye.

It's been a great day today, staying inside! Zander came over after work, bummed around; I pimped up his wallet, and we chatted over dinner with the family till about ten. Sent him off, got back upstairs just in time to watch Beethoven's Big Break with the family.

Beethoven's an awesome show. It was produced in 1992, just a few months after I was born. I loved it very much as a child, and I never got tired of watching it no matter how many times Dad whipped out the CD on nights we had nothing to do. The one we watched tonight was a re-installment of sorts, but it was heartwarming all the same. :)

If it's one thing I don't understand, it's how there are people who can not like pets. I love pets; there is no single word I can use to describe the way I feel when I am around animals-- It's amazing, honestly. I went out to the kitchen to spend quality time with Cookie, and I felt so guilty because I can't remember the last time I sat down with him to play, or to even tickle him under the chin. My life would be so different today without him or Ash. Days when I'd come home feeling sad and gloomy, they would be there. Days when I needed to break down and a shoulder to cry on, they would be there for me to hug and wipe my tears away. 

Pets are like companions, they come into our lives and slowly become a part of us. A part of us that we cannot do without. Like a best friend who never betrays you, never hurts you, never leaves you. I can't tell you how many times I've gone crazy just thinking of the day either of my cats passes away. It brings tears to my eyes. There are so many things I want to do with them, and looking back I realise how I just let them fade away some days.And isn't this so true? How great a person could you be, if you could not even find it in yourself to respect and love God's littler children?

I think I've lost my motivation to study.

It's like I don't get what's wrong with me. I haven't been sticking to my schedule and all I feel like doing is lazing around... But I can't afford to do that. Mid-terms are in less than a couple of weeks-- Exactly how ready am I?

School is so crap-tacular I can't even stand it myself. Now I can't even will myself to pick up a book and revise. Oh accounts, the things you do to me.

I think I'm just tired of doing this and doing that.

On a very random note, I've become quite obsessed with San-X. No, Hello Kitty is not from San-X, it's from Sanrio. There is a difference, contrary to popular belief. I am very much in love with:
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