i cannot really see the reason why i get deliriously happy when i see babies.

i mean, really deliriously happy.
as in.
madly.
crazily.

i read once that we, humans are touched the most by babies and dead people because they are symbolic of birth and death, the landmarks in our lives [technically death isnt because when you re dead thats not a part of your life, right? frmph].
and so we adore babies [at least most of us do, save for my lemming sister, who hates babies and children because she says they annoy her and she ll never produce one]
and we weep at funerals [at the loss of precious life... at the sight of an empty shell, decaying corpse, whatever]

so maybe thats why i like babies.

as much as darell likes balloons.
as much as qiu han likes to sing kbox
as much as qiu ping likes kon
as much as wei ling likes blue
as much as hui chiang likes ...erm [shes likes a lot of things lei. how?]

another reason is maybe because of motherly instinct [biologically speaking. i ve always liked to believe in this kind of genetic stereotypical nonsense, HAHA]
and of course

because babies can be fat and adorable
AND GET AWAY WITH IT
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
*memories flashing back of tormented childhoods during which cheeks were bitterly pulled and pinched and gushed on about adoringly*

.....


my left foot sole hurts.
a whole piece of skin fell off during kendo practice.
it nearly bled [AHAH but it DIDNT! *smirk*]
i guess kendo really pushes your limits.