Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Birthday Shopping ♥


okays! i'm here to post agn ♥ ytd play com till 5 am, sleep, wakeee up at 2+ ♥ watch tv and choose clothes. Went to bathe, AND! Is time for make-up ♥ done with the make-up wait for the time to pass, went to marsiling cut hair. walk to bus stop take bus to CWP. meet mummy ♥ take MRT to orchard, AND is time for SHOPPING! mummy tell me and s.bro to wait for her when she and sist go buy something, wait wait wait. the shopping centre started to close some light, s.bro watching the big tv! the shopping centre started to close the tv too. s.bro suddenly angry -.- when mummy and sist back he  started to complain about why they so slow. walk complain walk complain. mummy angry. and say go home :( worst birthday ever!

Sorry There's No Pic Anyway :(

Some Story :)

Hi Mommy! I am only 3/4 of an inch long, But I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat Is my favorite lullaby.
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Month Two,
Mommy, Today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me You could definitely tell that I am a baby. I’m not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here.
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Month Three, You know what Mommy, I’m aGIRL! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don’t like it when you cry You sound so sad:( It makes me sad too, And I cry with you even though You can’t hear me.
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Month Four,
Mommy, My hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine But I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes And stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.
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Month Five. You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I’m not a baby.
I am a baby, Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what’s abortion?
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Month Six.
I can hear that doctor again. I don’t like him. He seems cold and heartlessSomething is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can’t get away from it! Mommy! Help me !
Month Seven.
Mommy, I am okay. I am in God’s arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn’t you want me, Mommy?
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