She doesn’t really walk, her pace always seems like she is picking speed to run. And sometimes, she does break into an overzealous sprint that will end up in a small tumble.

She took my top to wear today. And it was a midriff one she chose.  She is now holding it in her hand as she tries to meddle with my CPU, right beside me. Apparently my wallet has captured more attention and I don’t have to fight her off my “On/Off” button.

Her favourite word today is “Baaay bee!”

She carries a bag around, and would proudly annouce “baaaaaaag!” when she holds it up.

And she is one cool chick (I wanted to type who doesn’t cry when she falls down… but..) who just pressed on my CPU’s restart button and which prompted the closing of the Firefox broswer.

Thank God Firefox now restores session and not a single word was lost. Phew.

She thrilled the oldest woman in the house last night when she called out “Popo” just before she slept.

She calls out to the adults when someone is putting on makeup. Pass her a tube of lipstick and she will twist it open.

She woke up this morning when I went into the room after my shower. She heard my mum and I talking and she stirred a little before she sat up with a smile, calling out loudly, “Mama!”.

And later, came “Popo!”.

My parents said they saw me last night having supper at where I bumped into them just last week. My dad smiled at “me” and I didn’t respond. My mum asked why I didn’t stop to talk to them when I passed them and baby.

I was in a movie at the time they saw me.

The audacity!

My parents don’t recognise their own daughter! I am appalled! Flabbergasted!

I joked how the girl must have thought my dad could be some sort of pervert.

And I think my parents had thought I didn’t want to acknowledge my own child cos I was out with some bloke.

Nah-uh. That is definitely impossible.

Just as I was ready to sleep, I was passed the babysitting baton so I hardly had any sleep.

And I thought I was darn sleepy last night and I was ready to call it an early night. But I guess my mum is the greater of the 2 evils and I succumbed to a late night of chilling and hanging out.

My day involved Marine Parade(uh oh, oh no, please don’t), and then a train down to Expo, networking with nice strangers, oh for the record, I was mistaken to be an Eurasian for the 3rd time in 2 days. Dinner with JD and her baby at Expo, ended up at Vivocity watching The Mist, wait a minute, can I just say that I was damn pissed off with the ending? And then, it was  some Thai bar where I bade some of the guys goodnight prematurely to head to some pub at Boat Quay instead.

I think I am a chao ah lian at heart. Pub with karaoke and pool table grows on me. I should gather my girlies for CALA soon. Come to think of it, I have never done CALA with them before…

Chao ah lian activities, that is.

For the record, I won the first game. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (We all know how it’s oh-so impossible not to beat me in pool)

Okay, fine. The white ball followed the black ball so I had an accidental win.

I lost the 2nd by 2 balls only. I lost 4 balls to Kent the last round, and it was almost 6 am when we all left, walking past 3 chao ah bengs with caps, and an ah lian in track suit….. who alighted from 2 police cars with 2 uncles.

They blended in so well with the crowd that I decided that I shall join the police force cos it looks so cool. But I decided against it just in case I ended up in vice squad, you know?

By the time I got home, the lights at the lobby were already off.

It was a cold, cosy night. I love last night’s weather.

I made her milk before she drifted off to sleep at 8am, just as I drifted off together. She was sleeping by my side this time.

Is it possible not to like this feisty chick? I wonder if she isn’t my child, will I still adore her to bits like this?

If you don’t know her, nor know who she is, will you still love her like this?

I mean, some people just hate kids, don’t they? Will they just detest her just because she has ugly hairstyle?

Aww.. she is now leaning on my hip as I typed this last sentence, as if trying to read what I am typing(Did I mention how she held up the newspaper and pointed at each word, making all kind of sounds as if trying to read them out aloud?).

So sweet.

I love you Charissa! *Muacks*