Smart-ass. 'Jia li hai'. 'Gei kiang'.
Yes, it turns out I already have not one, but TWO USB-mini-USB cables lying at home.
I never noticed and never realized I ever possessed them. In fact, upon closer inspection, I suspect that one of the existing cables could have been one of two standard chargers that came with the phone when I bought it.
Omg. So DUH.
By the way, I bought the short white-colored cable in the middle today. At least there was one other wiser option than a 3-meter-long cable.
And by the way, I don't really feel very proud of myself now.
Bleah.
This isn't a pornographic site, nor a diary of a pedophile.
But how often would you ever see a baby with... er... deep cleavage?
This is one-month-old Kaelyn. Very... er... blessedly well-endowed.
Mommy herself was very amused, and in fact, she was the one who noticed it and proudly joked about it to all the aunties.
Hmm... I can only say dear little Kaelyn did inherit some assets from her momma.
My little secret nephew did come by today.
I sat them on my half-packed luggage, held my camera and said, "Ok - smile!"
It seemed like only Piper responded.
Ok, we've got to get the kiddo to love the camera more.
The kiddo reminds me of me.
Of course I cannot remember me when I was two, but from the stories I've heard from my mom and aunties over and over again, I wasn't exactly the most demure and good little girl around. If my brother was the quiet and shy one, I was the naughtier and restless one. I could never sit still, nor stand still. Once let out of sight, I would wander away. I've broken countless vases and glass ornaments in department stores (I still remember - Yaohan). I touched everything, wandered everywhere, and was just curious about anything.
Well, my mom tells me I learnt how to walk at 7 months - I was born to be a wanderer, I suppose.
Little Ciaran is just like that. He is easily distracted, and he shows interest in almost everything around him. Things that interest him, he would stretch his hand out and grab them. His eyes give him away.
I couldn't possibly tell my brother his kid is just like me, so I just said, "Your boy is not like you." Heh heh.
I brought the kiddo along to the supermarket to do my last-minute shopping. My brother insisted on chaperoning - "You have no experience lah." WTF?
Anyhow, for most part of the walking journey, I held his hand and carried him. He let me.
Well, he basically lets everyone carry him. Easy-going chap.
Ok, now at least Gu-Gu know the sizes to get for the little man.
I can't believe I took so long to pack. I was just so distracted by the pbook.
And I kept forgetting about stuff left in the car that I needed to bring on this trip. In all, I took three separate trips down to the carpark. It's not the walking I minded. It's the changing in and out of my clothes everytime.
Why can't women be like men - go downstair in worn-out t-shirt and boxers and without a bra?
Things are all packed. There'll be some stuff that I'll offload in Portland, so that should leave some additional, though not quite much, space in my luggage for new stuff.
I'm already planning outlet-mall shopping on the day that we arrive. To stave off jet-lag, one should try to stay awake in the day and get into the 'normal' sleeping cycle right from the first day - even if you arrive like 8 in the morning.
So, driving out to the outlets should be a good way to keep us busy.
Only have about 2 hours before the taxi arrives to pick me up.
I should get some snooze already. I fail again.
The man is right up in the sky somewhere over the Indian Ocean.
He will be landing at T2 sometime about half past 5. And I will be taking off from T1 half an hour later at 6.
At least, at some point in time later, we'll be passing by each other, though separated by a vast amount of space.
So close, yet so far.
Sleep tight. And good luck.
You know how I feel about you.
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