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// The sexy entry. // Monday, February 12, 2007
Ooooh, sexy bodayyy..
Look, I am not trying to flaunt my (already) sexy body or even anything close to that by posting this picture. I was forced by Nana to pose for it. My mummy, she cooperated with Nana and gleefully snapped this picture. Both of them are forever in cahoots, I tell you. Can you see Nana's right hand in the picture? That hand is naughty, naughty! One day, when I grow bigger and stronger, I shall and I will bite that naughty, naughty hand of Nana with my little baby teeth. You wait, Nana! You wait.
'_'
Oh oh!
I am still on cloud nine. How, Mummy? I cannot get over the fact that I was covered with Aniq's wet kisses yesterday. Adam, (or was it Adil?!) almost kissed me too, you know!?
Yes, I am THAT kissable! :0
@ 01:41 p.m.
// What a Bimbo Bumbo! // Friday, February 9, 2007
I honestly do not know what is wrong with my parents.
Maybe, they want me to grow up quick.
Maybe, they had deprived childhoods.
Maybe they are too rich.
Look, fact of the matter is, I am only one month and a week old. Still a minor. Very much still a suckling pig babi baby. But please oh pretty please, guess what my parents bought me yesterday??
Yeah. A Bumbo, only suitable for babies 3 months and beyond. Recollection now, I am only one month and a week old. They must be out of their already insane minds, seriously! I mean, they could have saved their money and wait for another 2 more months or so before buying the Bumbo, you know? But hey, who am I to complain when I am merely a (very lucky) receiver? I don't even have to ask for anything but I am getting almost everything. And and and that Bumbo is kinda cute, I must admit.
My bimbotic Mummy initially wanted to choose a pink Bumbo for me! Just because I am a girl (with pink cheeks), everything I own must be in pink, is it?! Pink rompers. Pink sleepsuits. Pink bodysuits. Pink mittens. Pink socks. Pink caps. Pfft. Luckily Bumbo seats do not come in pink. Thank goodness for that, at least.
And where is my Bumbo, you ask me? Somewhere in the storeroom, I heard them saying. Simply great. My parents bought the Bumbo only to collect dust! I have nothing more to say. Parents are supposedly the intelligent ones, after all.
Meanwhile, for all baby girls out there, here is the latest fad.
Dress, tights and mittens - Mothercare.
Headband - Kiddy Palace.
Cheeks/Carseat/Stroller - model's own.
Hmmm, I feel hungry.
Breast milk! Breast milk! Breast milk!
MUMMY WHERE ARE YOU?
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I cannot afford to give Mummy the luxury of time.
@ 05:50 p.m.
// A monster's mother's love // Tuesday, February 6, 2007
Back off, Daddy!
Mummy says...
I must start posing this way from now on if I hope to attract handsome and intelligent boys like Aniq & Ajab.
The more slanted the head, the better.
I must try to be as sexy as possible, and sit like this and only like this if I hope to attract handsome and intelligent boys like Aniq & Ajab.
The bigger the opening, the better.
I must try to cover up like this if and only when Aniq's and Ajab's parents are in sight, if I hope to attract handsome and intelligent boys like Aniq & Ajab.
The more I cover, the better.
Okay, Mummy. Got it!
(I pray hard you are teaching me the correct values, though!)
But Mummy, I have a big question. Is it Aniq or Ajab for me?
Oh mannnn, can I just marry the both of them?
I am getting sleepless nights! So is my Mummy for the past one month.
I wonder why!
'_'
@ 10:29 p.m.
// Freeze or I'll... // Monday, February 5, 2007
Okay Mummy, I surrender!
No breast milk for the next 3 hours, I promise!!
(though breast milk is really too hard to resist)
Stop tickling me already.
Go tickle yourself.
Or Daddy.
@ 04:35 p.m.
// REDWAGON // Monday, February 5, 2007
Yoohoo! Promotion and very free publicity time.
Like I've got nothing better to do like that. :0
First it was Nurul and her online shoe business.
Now, it is Ili and friends, and their online slam chinkingly gorgeous things(whatever this means) business.
Let me introduce to you THE REDWAGON.
Click on the picture for a direct link to THE REDWAGON.
Gorgeousness guaranteed.
I mean, look at it this way.
Even if you dont find the items they are selling gorgeous, the girls themselves are already gorgeous. So either way, it will not be a trip wasted.
Okay enough of the promotion already.
50 cents please, Ili?
Hmmm. Its high time I start my own business too. I want to be rich too.
But what can I sell?
Chickedees? Dengdeng? Breast milk?
Say, baby clothes maybe?
Seriously, I have lots of new and unused ones, I tell you!
Even the used ones look as good as new still.
You have got to buy them to believe me.
Anyone interested?
Fine, that was a very pathetic attempt at promoting my not-yet-set-up-but-purely-make-believe business.
Get real, Diah!
@ 01:24 p.m.
// In black and white. // Sunday, February 4, 2007
Hold a second, Sharleez.
This happens to be Mummy's blog, but it seems like you have already taken control of it. Entries are now all about you. Blogskin now features only you. Pictures are now all yours. My, even the song in my blog is for you. In short, it's all about you now, darling.
Ok maybe not all.
Say, can you find yourself in this picture, darling?
Hardly, I know.
Kiuk kiuk kiuk!
They say revenge is sweet.
But I say you are sweeter, my darling.
Always and forever.
@ 12:06 p.m.
// '_' // Saturday, February 3, 2007
One month old today, I am as of today.
Mummy says I must start behaving like a good girl.
Or else...
Daddy will strangle me like this.
Oy! Kidding lah!
Daddy was merely burping me, not strangling me.
My parents are really nice people, you know?
@ 06:58 p.m.
// ONE. // Friday, February 2, 2007
This is so (un)exciting.
Nurul has *finally* attained her much awaited driving license meaning, it's also time for Sharleez and I to disperse and flee before she starts begging us or rather, Sharleez alone, to go for bumpy car rides with her.
Oh no!
No way!
'_'
But oh, what better way to celebrate Sharleez's first month than with 50 over shoes tomorrow? This can only happen at Nurul's place, mind you! So for those of you who have been invited to the bazaar, good for you and see you tomorrow.
Lol. I know our presence tomorrow is purely superfluous, or EXTRA, as you may say it. But we simply do not care lor!
Happy one month, my Sharleez love.
(Goodbye confinement and fish porridge!)
It feels like only yesterday you were born, darling.
Don't grow up too fast please?
Grown ups are no fun.
@ 10:12 p.m.
// Hello! // Thursday, February 1, 2007
I am back!!!
And yes, that's my Daddy's smelly kain I was lying on!
Kiuk kiuk kiuk.
@ 04:22 p.m.
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