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Wednesday, May 28, 2008

A Gift for Baby

Ah, bonsoir. Comment allez-vous? Bien, j'espère. Okay, on with the day's topic. CK's new nephew is now in the world! I just love babies... In this sad screwed-up world of war, politics and natural disasters, a baby represents life, love, hope, innocence and the potential to make the world a better place.

Yes I am an optimist. It does seem quite rare these days.

I got a present for the little one. I feel bad that I didn't get a present for the first baby when he was born. Maybe I'll get something for him too when I visit. Maybe a Barney VCD. I can't really put my finger on Barney. On one hand he seems like this retarded purple dinosaur prancing around a fake set, but the show does promote some good values, like sharing, caring and the importance of friendship. I know I sound corny, but it's a programme for kids. Simple and corny is the way to go.

Yes yes, not very creative, I know. I'll buy something more fun on his first birthday.

I may not look it, but I'm happy with my purchase. (This really is another excuse for another one of my many random and meaningless fierce-glare photographs.)


Me being a little silly. Okay, me being very silly. Out of somewhere my maternal instincts called out to me. I'll have to put those on hold for a while more, like maybe five, six years. Yeah, and my room has plenty of pink in it. You can tell that the drawers behind me are white and pink, the curtains are pink, and the material covering the ledge is also pink. And that's just what you can see in the picture. One day, when I finally get my whole room nice and tidy, I'll take a picture of it. It's very pink when it's not covered with my... er... "creative genius" mess.

Oh well, it will have to wait for another day, another time. Now it's bedtime. Bonnuit, people, and sweet dreams.


♥ The lights faded at 1:56 am