Yes, my 1 year old son combs his own hair. A result of having a set of vain parents. Haha.. Well, not really sikat la, he knows that he has to put the comb to his hair when we say 'sikatttt, sikatttt'.. But haven't got to the stage of actually running the comb THROUGH his hair.
Sikat angin should suffice for now :)
Ah well. This and a picture of our new office on another floor just made my day. And it's not even 8am yet! I'm probably having one of my WORST case of PMS ever! And to think that I've never been deterred by PMS b4 pregnancy.
At that time, I normally dismiss PMS.. Telling myself that it's all in the mind.
But when a 4 month pregger looking belly stares at u when u look in the mirror.. It's just no longer bearable. I have mood swings. I don't bother to do my hair properly. Heck, today I came to work in flats, and looking totally ppffffttttt!! Yes, I'm using 'ppfffftt' as an expression now. I'm just..
UGH!!! Headaches again on my way to work? NOT helping! Reached my desk looking forward for my oats n milo.. Only to find that the tea lady forgot to collect my mug.. Which is now officially unwashed for 4 freakin days.. NOT helping!!!!! Running nose.. NOT helping! Realised that I had work to submit today which I totally forgot? NOT helping!!
Ok, let me just bury my head in the ground for a while.. Going ostrich mode!
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