{"id":177,"date":"2006-02-07T23:00:00","date_gmt":"2006-02-07T23:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mytwogirls.net\/?p=177"},"modified":"2006-02-07T23:00:00","modified_gmt":"2006-02-07T23:00:00","slug":"cry-more-photos","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mytwogirls.net\/?p=177","title":{"rendered":"Cry – more photos"},"content":{"rendered":"

(So I’m still not in the mood to work although there’s lots to be done, and I do wish I could bawl like Zara)
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\nThe photo I posted earlier<\/a>, wasn’t taken when I had to leave her (at the house) for work (at the office). It was one of those days I was working from home, and while I came down stairs (from the study) to get a glass of water, I was greeted by this cry baby.<\/p>\n

She was just feeling manja (Malay: feel like being pampered\/loved), wanted me to carry her. When I asked her why she’s crying.
\nShe complained, “Paink Paink” (Pain Pain).
\nWhen I asked here where pain pain.
\nShe pointed different parts of her body. I.e. Her head, her hand, her stomach..<\/p>\n

I knew she wasn’t in any physical pain, just wanted me to stay on and play with her, so I ignored her cry. She cried even more sorrowful, I thought it was cute and took the camera and started shooting away. Here are two more pitiful sight. Wicked, I know. <\/p>\n

Ah Meen, Ah Meen<\/span><\/p>\n

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Paink Piank<\/span><\/p>\n

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