lucky for me, dad at home. an ice cream bike passing thru our house with its paddle pop jingle. putting on my asking for pity pussycat looks, the expression paid of . im an ice cream lover. p.s - dont tell mum :)
a short walk to playground today turns out very2 short.hence not even 10 mins, mums honking, fetching to hangout with mum's friends. i guess theres gona be payback tomorrow... not before some crying scene :)
i have to sacrifice my deep attachment with my slide and swing all for a coconut? altough it seems as big as my head, i wont back off from my plight. temptation and my curiosity seem to kick in. sip by sip.. the coconut drink cools me off, my mind swade. nice!
its been raining outside, and intimate escape towards the playground nor jusco - chances gettin much slimer. mum acting as a stylish, dad picking up his gear, its shootin time. YeaH!!
me at home. im the main culprit of loud sweet shouting, cuddle teasing laughter, hyperly sugar added adrenaline running plus climbing, talkatively cheeky and not to forget, queen drama in the art of crying. enuff said, im sweet :)