The rest is still unwritten



It's all about her; her self-indulgence, her ego, her greed.

Me me me me me. You're willing too.



The nagging guilt that this has been one hideously unproductive recess week caused me to climb out of bed at 4.30 a.m. with the intention of studying chapters 5 and 6 of 'The Language of Language'. Waking up early wasn't very difficult 'cos I couldn't really sleep anyway, owing to a particularly potent cup expresso ingested on an empty stomach yesterday afternoon while I was out studying with Cindy. The poor girl was positively struggling with her Philosophy essay! It's certainly not an easy subject to study; after seeing Cindy (nearly) tear out her hair over justice, law-abidingness, Cephalus and other whatnots, it's quite unlikely that I'll ever take it as a module in school.



Visited Chloe and Damien (my 8 month-old baby niece and nephew) the day before yesterday. "Cute" does not even BEGIN to describe them. No other baby can frown like Chloe can - she seems to have perfected the look which says, "Uh, excuse me, I'm cute! Hello!! LOOK AT ME. Now. NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW!" It's really funny to watch her facial expression change when she sees someone pay more attention to her cousin, and everytime she does that she looks just like a grumpy little old lady with a bad case of piles. Damien, on the other hand, is much quieter and doesn't demand for attention. His grandparents taught him to "sayang" other people - which I think is very sweet ( note to self: teach that to future offspring) - by touching his head to theirs. The first time he did it to my uncle, he exerted too much force and both of them ended up with very sore foreheads. Since then, he has learnt to do it very gently -you can actually sense how careful he is as he slowly leans forward, and it's completely aww-inducing. I wish I could have taken pictures but my phone battery went flat, as it always does in situations when a camera could come in handy. It must be taking revenge on me for dropping it so often. Hmph.

Anyway, I think it's virtually impossible for anyone to resist a cute baby, no matter how macho, tough or child-hating they claim to be. My friend Andrew once remarked, "I adore cute babies! If my baby wasn't cute I swear I wouldn't bring him out." (Of course he was kidding.) A baby can break down even the usually composed countenances of adults with just the merest sneeze (after which everyone within a hundred metre radius will rush over to swaddle it in blankets or warm clothing) or tiny little smile.



A picture of the adorable pair 3 months ago:

Chloe's on the left and Damien's on the right. (:

I miss them already.

Labels: Chloe, Damien