i mean, seriously.

how could i NOT pass through an nc16, or even r21, movie with an obvious bump like that?? lol!

anyway, i’m not sure how differently shaped my tummy is compared to previously. i could’ve sworn from my vantage point that things are looking just as pointy as before. then again, it could be that obscene belly button protruding out way, way too much (and too early), like a nipple in freezing alaska.

rounder? lower? hmm.

one thing’s for sure, the waist is definitely disappearing into an abyss of meaty (and unnaturally heavy!) hips.

have always been fascinated with bumps, so there will be many, many more such narcisisstic shots. heh.

ps: fell at the stairs on my way down this morning, just as i knew it would happen some day or other. i NEED flats, pronto! :S

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after being ‘locked up’ at home the whole of saturday, the disgruntled mummy went mental and decided to break free from mummyhood on sunday and leave the lil one with his daddy at home to go gallivanting with her cousin.

it’s been a while since i went to the cinema for a movie with a rating that’s neither G nor PG.

ok, so the show we watched was not even R(21), but NC(16). ‘lust, caution’ was a bit too heavy for us, and i thought we could go with “some nudity and sexual references”.

and here’s the biggest joke of the day.

we were asked for our I/C before entering the cinema!!!

we looked at each other incredulously, then we looked at the ticket girl incredulously, me in all my, err, motherly/matronly/mak-mak glory, insisting that i’ve had a child, for heaven’s sake, i’ve SEEN more than some nudity (and not just my baby’s bottom) and am acquainted with more than some sexual references, but i guess rules are rules, and out came our almost-peeled-at-the-corners I/Cs (which i understand, is due to be changed by the end of the year when i turn FREAKING THIRTY!).

to think we were more concerned that they would confiscate the burger king meals we’d smuggled in our Forever21 shopping bags.

we ended up laughing and tripping our way to our seats like the giggly teenagers we were supposed to be, and that surely made my day – looking suspiciously under the age of 16.

we really should have stuck to watching ‘bratz’.

anyway, other than that (and one of nur’s friend asking if i’m her younger sister, wuahaha! – whoops, sorry babe, i mean, that’s just wronnggg…), we had a satisfactorily girly time trying on clothes, and searching for shoes and bags (unsuccessfully, i might add – we NEVER find what we want, murphy’s law in shopping). and no, i didn’t even look for any kids’ stuff or clothes. strictly mummy stuff. coz sometimes, mummies need to feel something other than mummies.

and it looked like the little one too had his good time with his “diddy”, who said he didn’t even look for his “mimmy” the whole time she was gone. pfft!

“this used to be my playground… wait, this IS my playground.”

“mimmy? what mimmy? doo dee doo…”

hey, liddat i can leave you two at home more often during weekends hor, yey!

(tsk, such typical wayward teenage mother behaviour… :p)

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