POUT!

POUT!


Grace likes to pout. So do did I. I pout(ed) with a killer glare. An awful lot.

A pouty Grace.

ME?


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I pout,

And I pout again,

And I pout...

... Somemore.

As it has been said, "Once is never enough", no?




I was a rather ugly baby too. I had a BIG unsightly bump for a forehead. Believe me, I didn't ask the Maker for it.


AND I WAS BOTAK!!!

HUH!!! SIMI???!!!

Quit staring at my forehead, you punk!

Is my botak head shiny? Is my botak head shiny?

AHHH!!! The bumpy forehead!

To make it worse, my face was as pudgy as a hamburger. Seriously, God, of all things, a HAMBURGER?!?!?!

Hamburger, anyone?

Again, please believe me. I didn't ask the Maker for a pudgy HAMBURGER face.





Apart from a serious defect of pouting, an ugly forehead, and a hamburger face, I had a habit of STARING straight and big-eyed into the cammie, too.

Let me electrify you... ... ... But first, please take your eyes off my cleavage.



See what see? Want to fight, eessit?! COME!!!

Electrify, electrify. Fang dian, fang dian...

Can you feel the electricity? Let me FRY you!

I had my first couple shoot at 2-months-old. Well, sort of.

Same pacifier!

It was also, sadly, around the same age (only 2-months-old!!!) when I had my modesty outraged. We ended up getting caught by the pair of opportunistic paparazzi.

HELP!!! Don't squash meee!



Goodbye. So long, my innocence...

At 8-months-old, I was very eager to show off how stable I was on that 2 tiny feet.

Want me to show you how to do a split, mah???

If there's one thing I've learnt, it's that we went through the wrong procedures. We kissed first. 6 months later, we held hands.

Take my hand. Shou la shou.

Heyhey!!! Not forgetting, I've gone through my own phase of the universal telephone syndrome, too!

Come, come, telephone. Let me kiss you!



Roster, speak into the mouthpiece

Hello, hello. Can you hear me? Houston?



HELLO! HEL-LLO! OEI, YOU DEAF, EESSIT???!!!

Yobosaeyo???

Ni hao.

Dad says this teddy bear was my all-time favourite. Strangely, I don't have the slightest impression of it.

Bear bearrr... You're my favourite, you knowww? Comeee, let me squash youuu.

Thankfully, at 7-years-old, I've stopped the habitual pouting. Errr... Somewhat. Occasionally.







But not certain trademarks, though. Trademarks are meant to stay. They don't change easily. That's why trademarks are called trademarks.

Trademark since 2-years-old!

Lastly, this is how you twirl a shoe!

Watch and see. This is how you do it!

By using a ruler!