the girl at 12 months stands at 72 centimenter and weighing at 9.5 kilo.
it's pretty funny how she can laugh over anything and everything now. she laughs when she sees herself in the mirror. she laughs when she drinks her strawberrry banana milk shake. she laughs when i tapped my feet. she laughs when the man tickles her. i can't wait for a family times marathon! :)
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Friday, November 9, 2012
5 more days
i feel as if i'm trying to cling on to happy moments while my life is slipping away from me. it's slimey, just like a worm and i have to grip ever so tightly.
So it's twenty-nine that soon i am going to approach. one more year to go before i start my journey to the thirties, and this time it feels different, more significant. other years, i hardly blink or bat an eyelid about getting older each year. this time next year, i'm going to be smacked hard on my face. does it help that i am not anticipating it? i probably will look forward to being thirty and then maybe a few more lines of wrinkles. then what?
i am scared shitless.
there, i've said it.
with five days to go, i'm thinking about what i want to do with the rest of my time. probably time to take control of my life, the worst thing about growing up is having to make choices. if only life was a piece of cake or a piece of macaron...
on a side note, thank you colleagues for the lunches, cakes, macarons, present and wishes and laughter. i am happy and i can't place my finger on it. the lunches, its out of the world. miss the laughters here and there. miss the happiness. i love sweets. i love camwhoring and admiring delightfully at delectable french macarons. people don't remember days, people remember moments. they are happy moments :)
So it's twenty-nine that soon i am going to approach. one more year to go before i start my journey to the thirties, and this time it feels different, more significant. other years, i hardly blink or bat an eyelid about getting older each year. this time next year, i'm going to be smacked hard on my face. does it help that i am not anticipating it? i probably will look forward to being thirty and then maybe a few more lines of wrinkles. then what?
i am scared shitless.
there, i've said it.
with five days to go, i'm thinking about what i want to do with the rest of my time. probably time to take control of my life, the worst thing about growing up is having to make choices. if only life was a piece of cake or a piece of macaron...
on a side note, thank you colleagues for the lunches, cakes, macarons, present and wishes and laughter. i am happy and i can't place my finger on it. the lunches, its out of the world. miss the laughters here and there. miss the happiness. i love sweets. i love camwhoring and admiring delightfully at delectable french macarons. people don't remember days, people remember moments. they are happy moments :)
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