am currently in starbucks...and i finally got the pictures of the other little terror:P this is emma choo:)
one of the cutest, sweetest, most precocious little girls you'll ever meet...never takes no for an answer..esp when it comes to piggy backs..not that i mind of course.she ALSO loves the camera..as you can see for yourself....
sigh unfortunately the camera so does not love me....so i look A LITTLE WEIRD.
this is me teaching her how to "catch big people"using her balloon thingy...
"look up emma..."
see how smart she is...she uses all the knowledge abt catching big ppl and turns against mee...snifffles...
some ppl say she looked like me when i was young...behold...a never-before-seen picture of enli ahhaha.looks like the camwhoring started from a young age hahaha...
i swear it was my grandma who made me pose like that..lol.
the next lovely girl is none other thannnn.....
kyra dunn...sister of ethan dunn...:D
spoil la this soonseng...spoil the pretty picture.heeeeeehehehheeh.
sho cute la all these church babies.im going to miss their cries in church every sunday morning.im going to miss playing hide and seek with emma...im going to miss carrying baby kyra cuz shes just so easy to handle.SNIFFF.
loves.
ooh i feel dizzy.overdosed on my caramel and cream on top of my frap.brrr.
till later!:)
Waves Crashed @ 2:46 PM;
::Oceanus::
EnLi.
19.
complicated is synonymous.
so NOT the prim and proper lady.
chocolates and crisps<3.
on the brink of a new chapter in life
and you're coming with me:)
::On the sea::
It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell
Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell
Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
Often 'tis in such gentle temper found,
That scarcely will the very smallest shell
Be mov'd for days from where it sometime fell,
When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
Oh ye! who have your eye-balls vex'd and tir'd,
Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
Oh ye! whose ears are dinn'd with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody -
Sit ye near some old Cavern's Mouth, and brood
Until ye start, as if the sea-nymphs quir'd!
- John Keats