Yeap.. went to the beach again. This time for erm.. 4/5..days? Can't remember cos dates and time don't matter when ..heck. The clock seems to have stopped years ago, when I became a SHM. The biological clock is still ticking though... tick tick tick. Kaboom!
Fuiyoh! The internal bomb exploded when Gooly deleted all the pics on the 3rd day, man. If there was a cactus in sight, I would have executed my long awaited diabolical plan of tying him up there. But alas, not even a coconut tree was available. Hmm?
Anyways, he promised to pose willingly and charmingly all over again. So, I cooled down a bit. And the waves did somewhat calm me. On that day the pics disappeared, that is. On the other days, they were fierce, crashing to the shore. I was partly awed and slightly afraid of them. Have always been. Do they have the same effect on you? The waves, I mean.
Though I tried to close my eyes and relax a bit, the 'kooooshing' sounds awoke me, as though daring me to face my fear. And so I stared at them. Very intensely. And finally went back to my cheap motel feeling defeated, cos I am still scared of tsunamis.
Crappy.. crappy : ) Here are some pics for your viewing pleasure.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
My other son Calvin
When Gooly was two, he drew a circle and a vertical line at the bottom edge, and claimed that he drew a lolly. Sometimes the circle appeared not to be as round as he hoped for, and he would decide that it was a chicken drumstick instead.
He has somewhat progressed further. He can draw a picture of fluffy clouds, with happy looking sun. Not forgetting the bumblebees and butterflies fluttering around. Kinda kitschy, don't you think? But still, I have to say, "Waawwaaaa!". Inevitably, the man in me thought the picture was too saccharine sweet, and thus I made a mental note about teaching him the aerodynamic shaped aeroplanes (as if I could :P). Then again, I don't have to worry about paying Dr. Quack with such serene looking pictures.
And then.. and then...as though he read my mind, he continued drawing ...
A LONG NECK DINOSAUR! With spikes on his back, and roaring sharp teeth, spitting out fire to destroy the Happy Garden. (Could it be a dragon since it breathed fire?)
And soon, Happy Garden was a glob of darkness..!
Woah.. So destructive! *Gasp* I read a lot of Calvin and Hobbes while impregnated with him. That figures.. he has a streak of CALVINISM in him now. I LIKE!
Did Calvin go to the psychologist's? :P
He has somewhat progressed further. He can draw a picture of fluffy clouds, with happy looking sun. Not forgetting the bumblebees and butterflies fluttering around. Kinda kitschy, don't you think? But still, I have to say, "Waawwaaaa!". Inevitably, the man in me thought the picture was too saccharine sweet, and thus I made a mental note about teaching him the aerodynamic shaped aeroplanes (as if I could :P). Then again, I don't have to worry about paying Dr. Quack with such serene looking pictures.
And then.. and then...as though he read my mind, he continued drawing ...
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A LONG NECK DINOSAUR! With spikes on his back, and roaring sharp teeth, spitting out fire to destroy the Happy Garden. (Could it be a dragon since it breathed fire?)
And soon, Happy Garden was a glob of darkness..!
Woah.. So destructive! *Gasp* I read a lot of Calvin and Hobbes while impregnated with him. That figures.. he has a streak of CALVINISM in him now. I LIKE!
Did Calvin go to the psychologist's? :P
Monday, October 13, 2008
The Domestic Helper
Gooly likes to 'kajiau' when I do house chores. "Let me help!" usually ends with spilled milk and cracked eggs. "Opssss!" is always uttered. Sometimes I heave a groan of despair and clean up the mess. Sometimes I manage a 'it's ok' smile while gently remind him to be more careful next time.
A while ago, I was in solitude on the WC when I heard 'cling clang' and 'jit jit' and 'jit jit' some more.
"Are you cleaning up the dishes?" I hollered.
"Yes, Mahmee!" - this I dread. The 'jit jit' means he is squeezing way too much dish soap. I had to cut short my getaway at the loo to launch an impromptu site inspection.
It's kinda cute to see the way he perched over the sink on the stool, grinning from ear to ear, and proudly proclaimed, "It's all done!" Okeh.. he didn't break anything. But Officer Mahmee didn't grant him the ISO 9001:2000 certification for traces of oil was still visible on the plates. Ewwww..
But I didn't 'throw cold water' on him lah. I thank him instead for not breaking anything.
The same goes this morning when he helped me with the laundry. See how every single piece of garment was anything but 'straight'?
Ooooh.. he is so proud he 'did a good job'. I didn't rearrange the garments. I reckon there shouldn't be too many rules and limitation when he tries to help. At 5pm, straight or not straight, the laundry will be dry, agree? : )
At night while he sleeps, I roam around the house and see traces of 'mistakes' done by him; the triangular folded shirt, the underwears in the towel drawer, the mismatched socks. I touch them not. Instead, I whisper "thanks" again. Now, tell me.. would he have driven YOU up the wall? :P
I forgot to add this pic earlier. Actually this is the part he makes me tear my hair out. Him, pretending to be a wounded animal trapped, and Mahmee's rescue is needed, pronto. I don't like adventures laaa, Gooly...
A while ago, I was in solitude on the WC when I heard 'cling clang' and 'jit jit' and 'jit jit' some more.
"Are you cleaning up the dishes?" I hollered.
"Yes, Mahmee!" - this I dread. The 'jit jit' means he is squeezing way too much dish soap. I had to cut short my getaway at the loo to launch an impromptu site inspection.
It's kinda cute to see the way he perched over the sink on the stool, grinning from ear to ear, and proudly proclaimed, "It's all done!" Okeh.. he didn't break anything. But Officer Mahmee didn't grant him the ISO 9001:2000 certification for traces of oil was still visible on the plates. Ewwww..
But I didn't 'throw cold water' on him lah. I thank him instead
The same goes this morning when he helped me with the laundry. See how every single piece of garment was anything but 'straight'?
(gambar hilang :( )
Ooooh.. he is so proud he 'did a good job'. I didn't rearrange the garments. I reckon there shouldn't be too many rules and limitation when he tries to help. At 5pm, straight or not straight, the laundry will be dry, agree? : )
At night while he sleeps, I roam around the house and see traces of 'mistakes' done by him; the triangular folded shirt, the underwears in the towel drawer, the mismatched socks. I touch them not. Instead, I whisper "thanks" again. Now, tell me.. would he have driven YOU up the wall? :P
I forgot to add this pic earlier. Actually this is the part he makes me tear my hair out. Him, pretending to be a wounded animal trapped, and Mahmee's rescue is needed, pronto. I don't like adventures laaa, Gooly...
The Mailman Rang the Bell
After lunch at the usual trusty venue, we strolled back to our house, expecting another boring afternoon. We went indoor, and I was about to remind Gooly yet another boring command of, 'Drink water ah..' when suddenly the almost-never-been-used door bell rang. The sound of DING DONG excited Gooly that he went charging outside, and a split second later, hollered," It's the mail man, Mahmee."
Woooo..The mail man never rings the bell. He is always unwelcome as he delivers junk mails and junk bills. But this time, I smiled and almost hollered like Gooly, "IT'S THE MAIL MAN AND HE HAS A PACKAGE FOR US!" I composed myself, and received the package with glee. I kinda already knew who sent it, because only she would. : )
Zoweee! A box all the way from Boston. We ripped the box apart while Black Power Ranger was left abandoned.
Oh goodies! Books and snacks for Gooly and me.
"Mine! All mine!" he shrieked. :) Enclosed was a beautiful card with beautiful bags and words in unintelligible cursive writing.
I am so very touched. They were meant to be Birthday cum Christmas pressies. Neither my birthday nor Christmas is in October.Gooly's is not anywhere near too. But heck, who gives a hoot about dates?
Ah! What else is in the package? Akiane's biography! She is so sweet! I have merely mentioned the book, and asked her to check the price for it. For months there were no answers, and I didn't want to ask again, lest she is busy with work. And now I own it! Swell!
Look at Gooly. He couldn't wait to devour the books. I couldn't wait to read mine! So I told him to look at the pictures first, while I scheme through mine. Look how intensely he stares at the pics.! Much to his chagrin, I couldn't put mine down, and he started to ask questions pertaining his book. Aiyah! Kakajiaujiau. I escaped to the loo on the pretext of a tummy ache (partly true) and proceeded to browse through my book. (No pics here :P)
Still I couldn't escape. He was at the door, pounding and exclaiming, "Look Mama, look.. a unicycle." Ok ok .. Mahmee 'disconnected' the *ahem* brown-coloured waste and went out to placate his quest for knowledge.
CY (not the one in Rayong :P) , thanks so much for your thoughtfulness. Miss you heaps.Ahem.. something impromptu here. I want to yamsi oledi..
Sometimes
I wish we could get lost in Chinatown again
and buy bags like we are insane
I wish we could sing "Taipau Leung Loong"
when they have buffet package at noon
Everday
I wish Bun grows up knowing and loving you
I wish he could learn the artistic skills and loyalty traits from you.
I wish you needn't be there, and me here
For happy times are assured even without the beer
When we are together, my dear.
Everyone, meet my dear fwen, Sharkira. :P. Blessed indeed I am to have a friend like her. :)
Woooo..The mail man never rings the bell. He is always unwelcome as he delivers junk mails and junk bills. But this time, I smiled and almost hollered like Gooly, "IT'S THE MAIL MAN AND HE HAS A PACKAGE FOR US!" I composed myself, and received the package with glee. I kinda already knew who sent it, because only she would. : )
Zoweee! A box all the way from Boston. We ripped the box apart while Black Power Ranger was left abandoned.
Oh goodies! Books and snacks for Gooly and me.
"Mine! All mine!" he shrieked. :) Enclosed was a beautiful card with beautiful bags and words in
I am so very touched. They were meant to be Birthday cum Christmas pressies. Neither my birthday nor Christmas is in October.Gooly's is not anywhere near too. But heck, who gives a hoot about dates?
Ah! What else is in the package? Akiane's biography! She is so sweet! I have merely mentioned the book, and asked her to check the price for it. For months there were no answers, and I didn't want to ask again, lest she is busy with work. And now I own it! Swell!
Look at Gooly. He couldn't wait to devour the books. I couldn't wait to read mine! So I told him to look at the pictures first, while I scheme through mine. Look how intensely he stares at the pics.! Much to his chagrin, I couldn't put mine down, and he started to ask questions pertaining his book. Aiyah! Kakajiaujiau. I escaped to the loo on the pretext of a tummy ache (partly true) and proceeded to browse through my book. (No pics here :P)
Still I couldn't escape. He was at the door, pounding and exclaiming, "Look Mama, look.. a unicycle." Ok ok .. Mahmee 'disconnected' the *ahem* brown-coloured waste and went out to placate his quest for knowledge.
CY (not the one in Rayong :P) , thanks so much for your thoughtfulness. Miss you heaps.Ahem.. something impromptu here. I want to yamsi oledi..
Sometimes
I wish we could get lost in Chinatown again
and buy bags like we are insane
I wish we could sing "Taipau Leung Loong"
when they have buffet package at noon
Everday
I wish Bun grows up knowing and loving you
I wish he could learn the artistic skills and loyalty traits from you.
I wish you needn't be there, and me here
For happy times are assured even without the beer
When we are together, my dear.
Everyone, meet my dear fwen, Sharkira. :P. Blessed indeed I am to have a friend like her. :)
Saturday, October 11, 2008
I Lop You, You Lop Me
Yehoooo! *double flip somersault and land with a split* Ah? Olympic torch blew out already ah? But still.. I feel elated that Gargies has professed her love for
The old man opposite
There lives an old man, with his son and daughter in law and three grandchildren. Opposite my house. Diagonally. At the corner. The one with many bushes. The house, not the old man.
Without fail, three times a day, I watch him pass by my house. One hand holding a red umbrella, the other, a ciggy. Actually, six times, not three. Because he'd return using the same route. One thing very obvious though, he always go with a ciggy, and return with a red plastic bag containing tarpau-ed food.
He walks rather slowly, and with his receding white gray hair, I am assuming he's 80 or so. With the ciggy, I must say he's rather cool, but kinda sad looking. A little lonesome. Despite the many friendly neighbours, he remains solo most of the time. Unless the young grand daughter wants something from my neighbour's provision shop.
Just like him, the young grand-daughter is the silent type. She tugs him gently, and hand in hand, they walk over to get an ice cream cone or something. Once she gets what she wants, she skips off merrily, leaving the old man all by himself again. (Sui lui pau). I can see he dotted on this girl. He patiently waits while she plays at the swing or giggles with her friends. Never talking. Just waiting.
Sometimes we cross path. I smile at him. But he kinda stares back blankly at me. Very empty stares. I tell ya, if not for his only interaction with this grand-daughter, I'd suspect he is senile. But isn't that bitter sweet? That his eyes sparkles only for the girl. Otherwise, it's an empty vessel (with smoke).
I pity him for the lonely trips, accompanied only by the loyal red umbrella and Dunhill sticks. I feel sorry for the 3 sendiri kaotim meals. Then again, maybe he has found solace in that girl. Strangely and sadly comforting. Hmmm....An empty post full of oxymorons.
Without fail, three times a day, I watch him pass by my house. One hand holding a red umbrella, the other, a ciggy. Actually, six times, not three. Because he'd return using the same route. One thing very obvious though, he always go with a ciggy, and return with a red plastic bag containing tarpau-ed food.
He walks rather slowly, and with his receding white gray hair, I am assuming he's 80 or so. With the ciggy, I must say he's rather cool, but kinda sad looking. A little lonesome. Despite the many friendly neighbours, he remains solo most of the time. Unless the young grand daughter wants something from my neighbour's provision shop.
Just like him, the young grand-daughter is the silent type. She tugs him gently, and hand in hand, they walk over to get an ice cream cone or something. Once she gets what she wants, she skips off merrily, leaving the old man all by himself again. (Sui lui pau). I can see he dotted on this girl. He patiently waits while she plays at the swing or giggles with her friends. Never talking. Just waiting.
Sometimes we cross path. I smile at him. But he kinda stares back blankly at me. Very empty stares. I tell ya, if not for his only interaction with this grand-daughter, I'd suspect he is senile. But isn't that bitter sweet? That his eyes sparkles only for the girl. Otherwise, it's an empty vessel (with smoke).
I pity him for the lonely trips, accompanied only by the loyal red umbrella and Dunhill sticks. I feel sorry for the 3 sendiri kaotim meals. Then again, maybe he has found solace in that girl. Strangely and sadly comforting. Hmmm....An empty post full of oxymorons.
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