The Day Once I Start Blogging Again, I Can't Stop

Dear Diary,

It's 4.30 in the morning, woke up to empty my bladder an hour and a half ago but can't seem to fall fast asleep again.

So I decided to switch on the PC beside me and watch Crash on SMV again (truth is, the TV has been watching me since midnight).
























This particular scene where daddy's impossibly adorable little girl ran into him and 'saved' their lives with the infamous impenetrable cloak never fails to make me teary.

I have very soft spot for little girls. Not the pedophile way, doink. I just adore their effortless beauty, melting kindness and sincere smile flashed along their bucked-teeth.

My happily-married friends' baby girls are to no help either.

I can't stop adoring and checking Hanim and Yanz' blogs almost everyday for recent progress, ups and joys of being mothers and photos of their super beautiful daughters.

And I can never get over and enough of my adorable baby sister. Ever.


























































She was only 4 years old in these pictures, literally 'masih berhingus', still slurred (pelat) through her words especially in calling me her 'Atong' (from Along).

She is in Standard 1 now, a class monitress, with her hair reaches her waist and always calls me from her mobile (to why a 7 year old girl needs a phone, I can never understand) in her cutest voice insisting me to pick her up from school with my new ride making a deal, "Kalau Along ambik baby balik sekolah, baby jadi anak Along satu hari ni. Please Along, please.. I love you sho sho sho much you know."

How can I say No.

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Today's What I Wear To Yoga features The Yoga Instructor's baby sister.











(Outfit by adidas Kids. Also available in Barbie MyStyle adidas collector's item in major toy stores)

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Sometimes I wish she doesn't have to grow up. I can't imagine having to filter her boyfriends, to say No when she wants this dress that shoes those makeup, when she will find no time to enlighten her big (and maybe old and fat by then) sister with what she learned in school that day and when she doesn't find me amusing and amazing anymore, tsk.

I guess when she eventually does grow up and out of adorableness, then I'll think about having my own :) Little Miss Flexible. Cough.