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I've always thought of myself as the life of the party. Now, the party's nowhere but in my tummy - Astrud and her thunderous acts. Her stunts help me wade in the pool of nirvana. She keeps me high with the sheer bliss that her kicks had awakened in my sometimes gloomy soul. Then I'd sing ' Twinkle Twinkle' or Astrud Magdalena (in the tune of Smooth Operator) to her which would calm the storm in my gut. Her acrobatic feats make me wonder if she is already craving for freedom just as I had when I was a 7 month fetus in my mom's uterus. A couple of months too early than the due date and I wouldn't want that to happen to Lil Astrud. So I keep telling her to enjoy her solitude 'coz this isolation is one freedom that she won't be getting in a long long time. Once she gets out, people will be swarming about like rats and even I don't like it. I want her to enjoy my company while being holed inside 'til it's really time for her to slide out my hole. When that day comes, the party will certainly be unstoppable.