Running up that hill

School's almost done for me. But still many loose ends to tie up.

I am afraid of being eaten alive next monday at my defense for my year-long baby i call my fyp.

It's like the baby shower when you show your baby to your relatives, friends et ceteras with a buffet spread, many plates of red-dyed eggs and horrible tasting butter cakes.

Your nasty friends might say your baby is ugly or missing something. Then you have to stand up for your kid as his or her mother who is breastfeeding him or her.

I will be confident. I love my baby and if you tell me otherwise, i will convince you that my baby is cute and loveable despite his or her jaundice (or the lack of hair).

And no, don't tell me my baby looks like an alien. I will kill you. haha.