My first RANT!

Have I mentioned that the utmost joy in motherhood in Bangkok is that there is no interference from any patt pohs parties?

Yes, there are ideas, suggestions and advice, but nothing unwelcome. Nothing of such:

a. why isn't he speaking Chinese?
b. why is he so manja?
c. you have spoilt him

If they came from my mother, I could still accept albeit would feel a bit boh song. If from my MIL, same sentiment. But from somebody whom I rarely spoke to for the last 10 years, DENG HUI!

Seriously, who gives her the liberty to assume, presume, guess, criticise and question my parenting style? And the fact that SHE has made Gooly cried for her poor verbal skills, she was not bashful. Instead, she blamed it on Gooly who after all is not yet 4, and thus carries the licence to cry.

#)@*$)@_!

Ok, so Gooly is a hampao. So what? What about the fact that he is polite, and sweet and gentle? Yes, he is very talkative, but only I can complain because I am his mother!

*stands one corner and pouts* Now who wants to come sayang me? Err.. I mean Gooly :P

Post Mortem..

Choy!

Tee hee.. I meant a small report on my arrival in KL. Nothing much had happened. The major thing would be the acute vomiting I got on the first day I arrived. Blek! No more Ming Tien Ipoh Hor Fun. No FUN at all!

Other than that.. nothing much. Have been unpacking, 8-ing with sis and mum.. while Gooly has his fair share of chatting with his unwilling audience.

With so many people in the house, naturally we spent less time together; Gooly and I. Yesterday being the 3rd night in KL, I tucked him in on his single bed, and I climbed onto mine, feeling lethargic. A few minutes passed, and I felt something heavy on my chest.

It was him. He had smuggled onto my bed and laid his big smelly sweaty head on my chest, with his arms wrapped around my barrel waist.

"Hoi, go back to your bed," was my first reaction.

He wouldn't budge. And it struck me that we spent so much time together before that now, despite the loads of fun and banters he has with other people, he is in fact missing me. So I just let him be. Within seconds, he fell asleep.

No matter where he may be, or who he plays with, at the end of the day, it's still Mahmee that he needs, eh?

It's comforting to know that. :)

Kit Terng

Today I learned a new Thai word - kit terng.

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I am not good with goodbyes and farewells. If I could, I would sneak through the back door and get into my awaiting sleek black limo at the back soi. It's cowardice and ill-mannered, I know. So I didn't do it.

Instead, I procrastinated till the very last 18 hours. I went for my last pedicure at auntie's house and announced my flight tomorrow. We are heading back to KL, and when we come back next, it will be to a new home. (Sorry for not saying earlier, as it was, as usual very last minute and also I was busy packing. Thus, fellow KLites, bring out the red carpet :D)

Auntie was very shocked, of course. And repeatedly said, "Kit terng..." I gave her a blank look, indicating that I don't understand. She launched one of her monologues again, and all I could do was smile. Another neighbour came, and on my behalf, the auntie announced my departure.

"Kit terng.." There it was again. Same words uttered by another person. I was beginning to wonder if I owed them money. :P

Sensing that I couldn't understand, they both pressed their palms on their hearts. And smiled. And said again, "kit terng..". Yes, I put my hand on my chest and said, "Me too. The heart is heavy." In chinese, it's "ng seah tak"?

When my nails were done, auntie said she wouldn't charge me. Knowing my Thai sucks, she used actions to convey her message. She put her two hands on her heart and then proceeded to press my feet together. It was a form of hug, I think which she was too embarrassed to give. I could only reciprocate with a smile, and a shy 'wai'.

I hurried home to bring out the camera. I am sure the pictures will tell you the beautiful people I have befriended here, despite my monosyllabic Thai.







My pretty pink toes, courtesy of Meh Nong Mai (Lil' Mai's mom, literally).

Kit terng, indeed. I will miss you guys too. Sawadeeka, kapkunka..

A parting note..

It's semi official. We are moving, nearer to town. I have void the sentiments earlier, but now I cannot escape. As I packed rubbish and junks into boxes, a tinge of sadness swept over me. Yes, the fact that I only have rubbish and junks saddens me. That, but more importantly, I have grown to love my house, my neighbours, the kids, the handsome ala James Dean grass-cutter and the not so handsome but polite guards.

As I rummaged through the drawers, I found unsent letters to Mc Egg and Tracy. I have written them when I first moved in during the era of non-wireless. I have ranted that I hated this place. Maybe I meant Bangkok, not the house. I am not so sure because as I sit and ruminate about it now, I can't seem to locate any bad memories of this mooban.

This is what I remember:
a. Gooly was still a baby when we first moved in. He didn't walk till months later. And so the neighbours would prompt him to walk, suggesting that we train him at grassy areas lest that he falls and bruises himself.

b. My neighbour wasn't very friendly during the first few months. She was probably 'shy' with the fact that she doesn't speak English. Thus, she avoided eye contact for some period of time. The way she treats us now is the total opposite. Lots of smiles and food and help.

c. The park is always bustling with activities in the evenings. Kids cycle around and around. A guard is stationed to watch after the traffic. Not that it's needed because most cars are driven at tortoise speed anyways.

d. Moms cycle around and around, with happy smiling babies and toddlers at the front booster seat. Gring gring, they like to ring their arrivals and departures. I always wave, and they always 'blek' me with their tongues.

e."Champ" was 15 when we moved in. He was the most handsome lad at the mooban. Now he is 18, and still reigns the title (according to hamsup me la.:P)

Limosine, whose fate remains unknown.

f. We had Limo the dog for a few days. We adopted it after sighting it in a rumah papan under the bridge. It was a 'chapalang' local dog who understood English. We returned him to his owner because Gooly was allergic to it, and also the bitch mother kept coming to our house to kacau. It was painful to witness a mother and son separation crisis.

g. Nong Mai, Nong Fern, Nong Bert, Nong Nit, Nong Prem are the few kids who rock the park. They made Gooly cry, but also made him happy.

h. The silent girl who shares her snack but never utters a word in our 3 years tenure here. I can't help but wonder if she will grow up to be ok.

Sigh.. there are more momentos that I can write, but I shan't. The heart seems to sink a notch lower with every word I type.

Good bye, Mooban Prinyada. You have been a good home. Wherever we shall roam next, we hope it will be as nice and warm and clean and .... a place we can call home too.

Whose fault?

Scene 1

Gooly: Mahmee, I want to eat Kokocrunch with milk.

Mahmee: Sorry, we ran out of Kokocrunch. You want an egg instead?

Gooly: Oh okay... tomorrow we buy some more Kokocrunch.

Life in Fairy Tale land. Almost non-existent.

****VS.****

Scene 2

Gooly: Mahmee, I want Kokocrunch with milk.

Mahmee: No more Kokocrunch.

Gooly: I want......................

There are two possible endings which entail the above.

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Scene 3

Gooly: I want Kokocrunch with milk.

Mahmee: No more already. You ate it all yesterday.

Gooly: But I really want it... *starts sobbing*

Mahmee: Don't cry.. I promise I buy more afterward, ok?

Gooly: Okay.

*looking smug* A quality-controlled morning. ISO approved, if I may said so myself. But unfortunately, Mahmee grows horns and a tail on selected days of the month, which brings us the following scene.

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Scene 4

You know what he wants. You know there are only eggs in the pantry. You know he will start bawling because he needs his sugar fix. And Mahmee has 101 retorts. To quote a few:

"You can cry and Kokocrunch won't magically appear."
"Eggs? Or you go hungry.."
"Let me know if you are still hungry after you finished crying."

There are two ways to start off the mornings. Good vs. bad. There are 2 subjects (me and him) and 2 variables (good mood/behavior and bad mood/behavior).

Everyone is happy at Scene 1, including the neighbors because we spare them the high decibel of unnecessary noises. It does happen, albeit not so often as it should be.

Scene 2 is very common. When I have enough Evening Primrose, all's well ends well. And thus Scene 3. He eats the damn eggs.

Scene 4, much to my chagrin, is also fairly often. Got dadah inside ah? Why must he insist on Kokocrunch?

I can't help but wonder, am I a sarcastic parent with minimal patience? Almost all the parents I see here are the 'sayang' cajoling type. You-want-Kokocrunch-you-get-Kokocrunh type of parent.

But.. but ...but.. the kid has a role to play too rite. Look at scene 1. If he is co-operative, then nobody gets hurt. Everyone walks away happy with eggs in their tummys. Ronald Mcdonald would have been proud of us.

Doh! I forgot.. these are kids. Not angels!... Ok ok. So the solution is? Haiz... *popping more Evening Primrose*

Still! The kids should be held responsible for bad mornings too! And also all the other bad episodes! What say you?

Small talks

"Haiya, this shirt is getting small.." I said while buttoning up his pajamas.

"No, it's not," he retorted.

Too tired to argue, I just looked at him, with one eyebrow raised.

"Shirts don't get smaller, you silly mama. I grew big..."

Ohhhhhh... but I wouldn't say that when I don't fit into my skinny jeans. I'd say, "This jeans doesn't fit anymore.." rather than "I don't fit into this." That way, I get to blame the jeans. It's the jeans fault that I don't fit into it anymore.

Gooly, listen to me! The jeans doesn't fit me. Not, "I grew big/fat", wokeh?

*****

"You know, I still have power inside me. I want to colour first," there was an announcement at 9 pm yesterday. By that, the announcer meant he was not sleepy. It has been more than 12 hours since he awoken. He sure has a lot of power/energy from I-don't-know-where.

Realising that I have to go with the flow, I suggested that he 're-charge his power' because helloh! It has been more than half a day that he jumped, bruised, ran and motor-mouthed! Hit the sack, bugger!

He climbed onto his bed and said, "I was only joking." Since when he started telling jokes? So I asked for clarifications.

"I got no more power. "*Yawn* and just like dat, he fell into a deep sleep. This is what I call maxing out his energy..power..whatever.

When I was young, I was also bursting with energy. Now.. err.. ah... oh... g'nite! Enuff said.

A Park, A Fall

Inspired by EW, we went in search for a park to loiter. And after worm-and-cricket buying (for Papah's other fishy children)at the Jatujak market, we went across to the park which we often ignore. I must say, we were quite impressed with the cleanliness.


I like the shape of these wrought-iron, obviously inspired by lovely butterflies.


This is what I do when I go abroad for holidays. Lepak at parks.. cos it's free! And the kids (mine and my girls') can go on a wild rampage and no one would care. Remember St. James, Regent's Park, Hyde Park in London, Mc Egg Che-Che? We walked for miles despite the rain, didn't we? Ah.. if only the weather here permits such activities. That is why the parks here and in KL are sadly deserted because who in the right mind would go under the scorching heat JUST FOR FUN? Do you like the parks? Or you will die of boredome chasing after ducks, birds and geese? Or you hate them cos they always poo on your head, Gargies? :P


What's an outing without an adventure and drama? And so we had to end it with tears. Gooly's.. Aiyayaya, 'anak jatuh longkang wei'. Well, not really a longkang la, but he did jatuh, bump his bum and head. See how he was aptly dressed? The monkey is taunting and mocking his fall. Ouch!

Hence, on Saturday we went to a park, and came back with a 'bungarow'. Next week, I am hoping to strike the lottery. D

Black Mourning Saturday

We were at the market this afternoon, amongst a crowd of black attired locals. Thais are mourning the death of the Royal Princess, who passed away early this year and today is her funeral. Yeap, she has been preserved in a good condition (I presume) for the past 10 months or so.

I am watching the royal funeral LIVE as I am blogging about this. It was reported that more than a hundred thousand commoners have thronged the Sanam Luang to pay last respect to the deceased princess. Of course, they queued for hours, just to give the respected 'wai' to the princess and to place the specially made sandlewood flowers at the altar as a form of ritual.

The cremation facilities are said to cost 200 million baht, in which they will burn the whole structure after a month. That's a lot of money to burn, eh?

Do you remember Princess Diana's funeral? It was very heart wrenching. I remember very well the part Prince Harry placed a rose with the words, "For Mummy" on the coffin. And the sound of church bell tolling as the procession start echoed in my head for days. Yeah, I am the kind who cry buckets whenever whoever kick the bucket. (sorry for the pun)

Having said that, I have witnessed a couple of royal deaths back home on TV. Besides the hope for a public holiday, I must frankly say, I have felt apathetic towards these royal burials. Don't mean to be disrespectful, but err.. who were they?

Back to this afternoon's procession for the princess.. I observe that it was very somber, but elegantly done. The Thais have bid her farewell, and sent her off to nirvana grandly. RIP, Princess Galyani Vadhana.



Ok, now..When I die, my funeral will be..........choy! Ptui ptui ptui! (Ok, I whisper soft soft - I want a cello solo and Amazing Grace to be sung.. and also Puff Diddy's 'I See You When You Get There' :P)

Haiz.. so morbid. Tomorrow I will write something happier la!

Loy loy kratong!

Today is Loy Kratong. Days earlier, we were informed that there was gonna be a pool party organised by the management. Every time we were at the park, we were reminded to make ourselves available.

"Remember to come, ok?"

"Tomorrow got partay, ok?"

"Loy kratong tomorrow, ok?"

Oh boy! We were looking forward to this event. Tick tock tick tock.. Gooly even took a nap so he could sustain till later.

Look at the rows of KRATONGs made by the housewives at the mooban. (Me not included. They probably think I am too busy to help. Tee hee..)



Each house is entitled to one kratong. They made a platform just outside the canal so we could 'loy' (float?) it. But first comes food. :)


There were loads of mum-mum! All cooked, again by the housewives, and again me excluded as.. (help! No more excuses here!) It's so nice to see such 'muhibah' spirit. As a metropolitan chica, I have heard but never participated in any of such activities. I should have stayed back to wash the dishes. Next time.. there is always a next time. ;)

And then the highlight of the night! Floating the kratongs!



We were led to the canal by a group of boys. They were all very friendly and helpful, offering to light the candle for Gooly. One of the boys held Gooly's hand, took charge and floated the kratong. He muttered a prayer. I don't know for himself or for us! Ha! But Gooly did feel somewhat cheated that he did not let go of the kratong himself. Ah well..

All in all, we had a jolly good time. The people were generous, friendly and oh so muhibah. We *heart* these folks and their kids. This is one great memory of Bangkok. Look at the kids. They were so eager to have their pics taken. And they wanted me in the pics. Aww.. so sweet.



How did the rest of you in Bangkok celebrate?

MY HAIR

I cut my hair. Short. Very short. :D

When a girl is bored, it gets dangerous, agree? When a girl is bored, and has not much money, it's the worst combo you can imagine.

So I went to the auntie's house for a cheap hair fix. Neh.. where Gooly cuts his. So daring can die right? I went there, clueless about the next hairdo. So I told her," Nitnoi.. just a little snip." Then came Miss A, her neighbour who is quite chic looking. She offered a few magazines so I could choose the hairstyles. Woh.. nice wor. And we both agreed on a very chic bob style.

"Dai mai?" I asked auntie, pointing at a very cool model posing with a Balenciaga bag.

DAI! CAN! She was very confident.

The spunky neighbour put the opened mag in front of her. My *ahem* hairstylist stole glances at it, and kept saying, "Ma mi pan hah!" Our version is 'MO MAN TAI' la. Hehehheeh. I knew then SURE DIE!

But being ever adventurous when it comes to hairstyles, I just went ahead with it. That's me. I fret not about hair. They grow.. Hence, I have sported long, frizzy, airfro, china doll, ah soh, butch hairstyles in my life. I have dyed pink and purple before (strips only la). And very frankly, they don't get much approval from friends. Sometimes they say, "OMG! You stress ah?" At worst, they holler, "Ya All*h. What happened to your hair?" And I'd always play along. "Not nice meh? " or "You don't know fashion one laah!"

So what is the latest? Let me prepare you first hoh. Papah James said I look like a kid.

A freaking 5 year old kid. How weird is that? And he had to add, "Like going to kindergarten." Tsk tsk tsk..*shakes head*

Nah.. give you plastic bag, in case you want to vomit. :P

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Anjua? Sui niap niap boe? :P

Do I hate it? Do I like it? I am apathetic actually. There.. weird fact no. 30459. I don't cry over hairy stories. BTW, as expected, it doesn't look like the pic we showed her.

Auntie, nei hoe yeh...

Cm -Stones

You know how some parents like to chart milestones of their bubbas? When they first spoke, when they first walked.. yada yada yada?

I am one of them, not because I am superbly proud (seriously, every child talks and walks, it's just a matter of time) but because I am amnesiac. To me, the biggest milestone is when Gooly can wipe his own arse. Vulgar it may sound, but that is the day I will proclaim, "My son has grown..sob! sob! He can wipe his own shiats! I'm proud of you!!"

OK, confession. Weird fact no. 3293 - I pay attention to little advancement too. I will call it cm-stone. Milestone is when he overcome his fear of spicy food. Cm-stone is like... when he pours himself a glass of water... by himself!

He did that just now! Instead of asking for water, and I had to stop whatever I am doing to liquid-fy him, he took a a stool, climbed on it, poured the water, spilled a little, drank it, and exclaimed, "Ahhhh! Nice!" Yippeee! I am off the hook! I am no longer the water server!

While at Eagle Wing's house some time back, I couldn't help but noticed how mature Joel was. He closed the door and pulled in the trampoline prior to leaving the house. You know, like the little man of the house who takes care of stuff? And there was one time I read how Ethaniel packed his own bag for a sleep over. Aiyor, when can Gooly do that?

I am not kiasu, wokeh. I am lazy. Who else is guilty? Na na na.. admit it la. Come, hop into my boat. (Please.. please ..please?)

A conversation in my brain

On Messenger yesterday:

Me: What time you will be done?
Him: In 10 minutes

45 minutes later, he was still not here. I called but there was no answer. Finally when he picked up the 100th call, he muttered, "Ok ok , coming now!"

His coming now was another 10 minutes.

Gerrrrram or not? We were supposed to meet a friend in town for lunch. So in the car, I was in a fouled mood. While I have decided to launch a cold war, I had this imaginary conversation in my head:

Me: Why you say 10 minutes, now only come? *@)#*$)
Him: What you want me to do? Office so many things to do!
Me: Yalah - yalah! Always a lot of things to do. Next time just say you can't make it. I will go myself!
Him: Why you so angry? I tried to come as soon as I can wat..

I stopped there. And wondered. Is that what I really want? For him not to TRY anymore? Should I not give him credit that he came even after mishaps at work which cost him to lose a few hundred thousand bahts order? No no no. So I shouldn't pick a fight really.

How sure am I that the conversation will be as above? About 99%? Ha!

"What you want to eat afterwards?" he interrupted my thoughts. His tone was soft. And it occurred to me that, he had no freaking idea that I was mad. He had no freaking idea that I could have plotted his murder. :P

While I got all worked up, and feeling angry, and upset.. he was, I think, pondering what he would want to have lunch. Realizing that, I told myself, nah.. not worth 'spoiling my heart'. And I forgave him. Spare him another day...!

Gooly and his bucketful of dinosaurs

Weird fact no. 30428.. I was weirdly an adult when I was a child. While my friends played with Barbie dolls, I wondered what's so fun dolling up non-speaking eerie looking 'patung'. (Heh, I was masculine). While Gargies played with her beh-tai in public, I was very discreet about any form of bodily discharge. (If you don't hear from me, I am dead. Gargies is the prime suspect!)

Hence, I speak well to a child, but to ask me to play.. It's quite a challenge. When Gooly picks dinosaurs, robots or figurines over books, I raise an eyebrow high-high. Alas, I'd relent cos I reckon it's the same why people don't understand the need for me to possess thousands of bags. (Exaggeration la!)

I digress a bit. I think toys manufacturers are the biggest crooks. They put toys out there so we become 'pokkai'. They are schemers who make toys colourful and hence make our children cry their eye balls out, scream their heads off, and roll on floors. What do you mean yours don't? Oh.. ok..Mine neither :P

Hello! Dino-sohsohdei!

Anyways, Gooly's latest obsession is this set of dinosaurs (amongst many other things). He brings them everywhere; sleep with them, eat with them. Kinda like Harry and the Bucketful of Dinosaurs. So how do you play with these non-moving, non-speaking, non-whatever dinos?

They attack one another. They roar. They get abducted, and then rescued. And *whisper* they get fed... they bathe... they go on bicycle rides. *Lower whisper* Isn't it like playing with dolls?

Hmmm...? Do all kids play like that? Don't ask me cos I was too busy watching He-man, She-ra and Smurfs and reading Mills and Boons

*Shouting mode* "No, put the blanket back, Gooly! The dinosaurs are not cold!!"

More hmmmm? :D

BTW, he wants to be called, "Big Boy Dinosaur Optimus Prime." *wipe saliva* Really yat luen jui gum cheong. I get to be Mahmee Dinosaur Bumble Bee. Blek.. not nice one.

I want Puteri Malaikat Gua Santubong! *pontianak laugh*

Got gang already!

While some parents tend to fret about academic stuff i.e. he is not reading "Snakespear" yet at aged 4, I am more concerned about Gooly's social skills. Being the only child, and not in school, and not exactly friendly with the locals, you must understand my predicament.

I grew up happy having friends. I got married to a friend. I gave birth surrounded by friends. I blog, and got to know some crazy friends. So how on earth to live, without friends?

Thus, I have encouraged, prompted, taught Gooly to make friends for a long time. But he remained alone at the park until.. along came Nong Kiu. : )

There... The mini guy who is almost 5 but shorter than the giant Gooly.



They say kids learn languages easily. I anticipated smattering Thai from Gooly after his rounds at the park, but much to my chagrin, they invited a new language to communicate! Something that sounds like gibberish to me, "Kish kreoh bue lok.." And then hahahhahaha..everybody can hear the loony hyenas laughing.! Haiz.. as long as they are happy lah. Maybe they are boys of few words.
Most of the time, they don't talk. They just play and laugh.

And then they recruited two other gang members and started asking for protection fees . Presenting Nong Prem and Nong Bert:

And the gang .. Godfather I, Godfather II, Godfather III, Got IV ah? What the heck.. tadaaa..



The other day, Gooly brought his precious mini-dinosaurs to share with his equally precious friends. There were rambunctious roars which disturbed the otherwise peaceful park. Now who dares to complain? My son is finally having fun!

addendum: Nong Kiu will say bye-bye soon. He is here just for a short visit. :(

My personal doctor

Achoo! Achoo!

I am not in tip top condition. Blek! The only consolation is I have a personal doctor.

"Here, lie down, Mamah. Let me check your heartbeat!' As he has misplaced his stethoscope, he just put his head on my chest and listened.

His diagnosis, "Something is wrong with your bladder." Huiyoh, east meets west kinda practice. Something like the tabib cina taar maak ? But his is more advanced. Only need to listen to heartbeat. :P

As I sniffed, he grabbed some tissue and gently placed it on my nose. "Blow!" he ordered. I giggled a bit. He inspected the tissue and said, "Nothing? Blow harder!" I obliged with a loud exaggerated 'pbbbbbbbbbbbtttttthhhh'.

"Good girl!" He seemed satisfied.

Wait..

"You need to eat medicine. I take some water for you."

Swell lah! He can take care of me already. Some more, he planted a kiss on my forehead before he went to the kitchen. Hoe lum ah... :)

Morning morning

I don't know what got into me, but I was extra energetic yesterday morning. With the gentle zephyr blowing, I suggested that we head to the park. I think I caught Gooly rubbing his eyes in disbelief.

I was even in the mood to cycle with him. As I am vertically challenged, I asked for the neighbour's son's bike, instead of hers (which always causes my derriere to ache). Here is a picture which serves as the portfolio of my adventurous, sporty-self (my 'peace' fingers resting on the handle of the poor bike which has to bear the weight of a horizontally-challenged chica.)


While he got busy with his dino-friends (actually more like soliciting for business), I rested on the slide, and took time to look up at the sky. (I have the time, but usually look at the computer screen only :P) Skies are so pretty, you agree? When I remember, I always look up; while swimming, while at the beach, while cycling. When was the last time you look at the fluffy clouds? I know you did, EW :)



The park was deserted, the kids being at school, the uncles at work, and the aunties at the pasat. So what does that make us? Lonely weirdos?

Whatever laa.. As long as we came back happy. Walking in and then looking at his pics, I kinda wished:
a) weather is always as nice
b) I will always have the mood
c) I will always have the 'time' (ya rite! Excuses!)
d) I will lose some weight (not related, but since I am wishing, might as well..)


But hoh, I am having the sniffles now. Achooo! Achoo! Gee, I think I am allergic to morning activities. Wishing there, allergy here. Very insincere hor? :P

Made in China

"Dinosaurs for sale, dinosaurs for sale."

Ah.. a young peddler is at sight. Now this young chap is always selling everything at 1 sen, it seems. : )

"How much?" I snobbishly asked (though I already knew the answer.)

"1 SEN!" (Cheh! No element of surprise geh..)

"So expensive! Can cheaper or not?" I challenged.

"Caaaan..." He rummaged in his bag.

"Here.. this one Made in China. Very cheap. "

Hiak hiak hiak...

Bee-ing and croak-ing

He draws a bumble bee better than I do..



Ha..but The Karaoke Queen District 19, circa 1999 me sings better that he does :P (What the heck is meriner, meriner, meriner?)