♥ My name is Alicia.
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Pop culture is my life.
I adore loud stuff and bright colours.
I am a HUGE movie buff. I also spend half my life watching various TV shows.
I practically worship the Moon. And I like observing the clouds.
If you are troubled on what to get me for my birthday or xmas or because you offended me and is asking for my forgiveness, here's a list that might work.
F.R.I.E.N.D.S DVD Season 1/2/3/4/7/8/9
SHERLOCK DVD Season 1/2
MODERN FAMILY DVD Season 1/2/3/4
I ALWAYS accept Cupcakes/Cakes
Only H&M fashion voucher if you must
Call/Text me to treat me a meal if everything fails
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A mother and her child
Posted Tuesday, January 15, 2013 // 1:39 pm
The inexplicable bond
I'd like to understand the reason why a woman yearn to have a baby all the time. And I'd like to understand the reason why a woman would make the decision to never have kids ever. I was thinking about the whole miracle of childbirth and motherhood last night before I fade into sleep. I explored that thought of mine, and I manage to come to an appropriate sentence to let myself understand the inexplicable bond. Other than the actual physical bond that the mother and child had before the birth for it, there is something more and something extra that ties the two together with no strings attached. It is always the mother who can't put down her child as she is then forced out of the house for the "girls night out" she planned a few days ago when the baby is screaming like a demon in the cradle. That uncertainty of the newcomer coming in to take care of the gift that popped out of her 4 months ago. That absolute certainty that her, and only her, in the whole wide world is capable of raising that child to the most magnificent being that walked the earth. I think women simply like the idea of having that one person completely vulnerable and reliant to her love and care. That complete trust from the start of its life that that woman who is breastfeeding it would be the woman who... I don't know, shapes its life? I, as I'm thinking with my vagina, is taken by that idea. It's sweet to have someone who trust you enough and need you as such that when you leave its sight, you water its sight. And I suppose the feeling of being needed by someone you know is yours is what most women yearn for in a lifetime. A feeling of completeness as the child's head rest onto your chest and its tiny hand clinging tightly to your top, never letting go. The warm feeling running through your body as you sit and rock the baby slowly, only to later realise that is love. The purest love of all. That is my interpretation of the bond between a mother and her child. But you can't take my words for it until I have one on my own to feel what I have typed here. You know what guys, I would definitely come back to this post. Somewhere in the far future though. P.S: I am NOT pregnant. I just think a lot.
