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?)