Hi there, as you can see, I'm eating my fave food at my fave cafe.
Come to think of it, why do I always get the same ol' biscuit and mummy always gets something different to eat??!!!!
Heck it lah, I'm an easy baby to please. Just give me anything that is not made by mummy and I'm A-OK.
Look Aunties. Don't try to be funny and tell mummy that I'm fat ok???!!! I'm not fat, I'm just big-boned like my daddy. Plus mixed heritage babies tend to be bigger cos they are not weak pure breeds.
This is my Halpoji and Halmoni. Do I resemble anyone of them????
Actually I think I do. My Halpoji has grey hair, my Halmoni has black hair and I have brown hair.
Daddy told me black + white = grey
Therefore, grey + black must be brown.
As you can see, I'm almost as tall as my Halmoni. Very soon, I'll be taller than her.
As you also can see, my Halpoji is straining to carry me. That's cos I'm a 10kg baby!!!!!
I'm no longer a 3kg baby. Now I eat newborns for breakfast and spit them out.
Hey, why's Halmoni laughing away???
Ah ha, bet you don't know what I'm doing. I'm actually a secret spy spying for the developer group. Just to make sure that those damn workers aren't slacking off by msn-ing away like what I witness my mummy's friends doing during office hours.
I'm in my hippy dress cos I'm trying to blend in with my surroundings. Shsssss
Ooops, is that her??? Is that really her???
I thought Auntie Big Foot is married to Uncle Rumpel???!!! What's she doing smooching that worker????
Auntie Joei, I'm so disappointed in you. Even if you want to have an affair, at least choose the other Indian fella next to you.
Daddy just promised to pay me to clean his ear for him. I'm charging him by grams. Each gram of wax/dirt I pick out from his ear, I get a dollar. At this rate I'm digging out his trash, I'm gonna hit the hundred dollar mark soon.
Uncle Teddy, stop looking at me. I'm not sharing my cracker with you. Don't even think about it.
Nope, not looking at you. So stop trying to make me feel guilty about not sharing my cracker with you.
This is my cracker and I shall defend it.
Hmmm, ok. I guess if you give me this handphone, I can spare you one of my cracker.
Uncle Teddy, stop admiring my tummy. You won't ever have it.
It's inevitable that I have a buddha tummy. I inherited it from daddy. It's in my genes.
Auntie Chris, didn't anyone tell you that pointing your finger at a baby is rude????
Bring your finger closer to my mouth and I'll bite it off.
Aaaah, alright. I'll forgive you Auntie Chris. Now be good and feed me the cracker.
This is my new look. It's called the Lambo look. Rambo had a red bandana and I have a lace one. hahahahahaa
You don't geddit???
Me neither. But what the heck. I'm a baby, I'm not supposed to make much sense.
This is my I'm a Star look. Don't those darn actresses love to do this pose??? Supposedly shows off their chin and instantly slims their fat faces.
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