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Thoughts of a dying humourist
Tuesday, January 10, 2006



The GraNd TouR !
Hello....Since im being useless at the moment and merely awaiting my birthday, which is 11 January (remember it....great date..) I thought, hey, why not take your blogfriends on a quick tour of your life in photos. Girls and Boys, im living proof that you can go from fat to skinny and back, and from cute to ugly to presentable to alot of other adjectives.. All in 21 years. hahahahaSO here it is:




Me at about 6 months I think. Truth be told, I don't look very much different from every other baby youre likely to see. And all babies look the same to me until they start to sprout hair or teeth. I think this is due to Sims2. Im yawning cos apparently I never slept at the right times and kipped off in the busiest times (like lunch). meh.








Age 2 and a half I think. On vacation in Hermanus or someplace. Look at my arms. I look like the bloody Michelin Man. Thank goodness for baby fat falling away eventually...
And I was blonde, which would explain my stupid streak today.




Age 4. I loved posing for a camera , mum said. But that was before I knew how crap I looked on the pictures. hehehehe. I don't know which detail in this picture is more strange, me having pink shoes or me wanting to pose in such an absurd way.






Standard 1. (aged 9) Two years after this, was about the time that I kept asking other kids what the hell was written on the blackboard and the teacher would get peeved off at me. Turns out I needed glasses.













First year in high school hahahahaha Your adolescence would be awkward too if you looked like this. Oddly it didnt bother me at the time. Apparently it doesnt matter that you have flawless skin if you have terrible bangs and glasses this big.
Welcome to the worst part of my life.








Present day. (ok well...today to be exact.) I'd like to think that I cleaned up quite well since school. :P

So there you have it kids.!
Enjoy tomorrow!
Anni
20:43

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