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    Ass licking, Brown nosing and Ball carrying

    Friday, August 31st, 2007

    Why do people do it? It makes my skin wither and crawl with vomit.
    I need to understand why people do it. Because if I don’t, I’ll end up bed-ridden with self-mutating lepracy cells.
    On rare occasions, we dine with what some people perceive to be elitists. On these occasions, we get first class service to the point […]

    Arrival in Perth

    Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

    My daughter is just not shy. This is Tee with her 9 year old cousin whom she has met once when she was 7 months old. They have had no contact since. Yet the moment she saw him,

    This is what I mean when I say she is not shy. Look at how she sways her […]

    Greedy toddler on the loose

    Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

    Look at her eyes……waiting…….

    Then watch her dig in……with full concentration……..

    And then, “Oops! Mummy caught me!!”
    I’m ashamed to say that this trait of hers is genetic.

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    When people knock your kid

    Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

    The last few weeks at school have been report card days with parents and one of the topics that have come up is how far a teacher should go when she doesn’t have a good report about your kid. Should she just tell it like it is? Or add sugar into her words for some […]

    Cheeky Monkey antics of a 3 year old

    Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

    I love the way children are so innocent.

    Whenever Tee is doing something illegal, up to no good, she will fore-warn us outright.

    Like, “Mummy, please don’t look under my bed because I’ve hidden my drug addict boyfriend there.” 

    OK, maybe at that age, she’d be a little smarter and practise the art of subtlety, “Mummy, […]

    The Doctor says I have PCCS

    Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

    Post Culinary Consumption Syndrome.
    Over the last 9 days in Australia, I have been fed by different 5 cousins to be exact with their respective partners. This included fish and chips of the highest grade (think fresh out of water fish coated with crunchy, crispy battered skin and a drop of lemon, with juicy just out […]

    KLIA baggage collection, 11.33pm Sunday evening

    Sunday, August 26th, 2007

    Whilst swinging Tee around laughingly threatening to throw her away into the dustbin, she giggles,
    “You cannot throw me…..” she frowned and lamented.
    “Why not? Why can’t I throw you?”
    “Because……I am your PRECIOUS!!!” she stated with such confidence.
    “My precious??? What makes you think you are my precious!?”
    “I am! I am your precious…..but sometimes……I can be a cheeky monkey.” This […]

    Origins Facial and Saw Hair Salon

    Saturday, August 18th, 2007

    Origins Complimentary Facial
    Customer Service - 5/10
    I was 10 minutes early and was told to go for a walk first. If my staff ever did that to a customer, I’d blacklist them. It was the perfect opportunity for the sales girls to show me their products in garnering some dollars out of me but instead, they preferred to chit […]

    Men, lies and a love affair

    Saturday, August 18th, 2007

    Encik Husni was sitting reading the New York Times when his wife hit him on the head with a-frying-pan.
    “What was that for?” he asked.
    “That was for the piece of paper with the name ‘Linda’ on it that I found in your pants pocket”.
    The man of the house then argued, “When I was at the horse races last week, Linda was […]

    Tee’s end of term report

    Friday, August 17th, 2007

    It’s show off time again!

    Tee dancing on stage during Assembly.
    Sometimes I wonder if Tee’s teachers love her more than I do. Perhaps she shows them her good side only. Or perhaps they are just trained to handle these little monsters better than I do. The way they rave on and on about my little Tee […]

    A f#%ing great book - The Kite Runner

    Thursday, August 16th, 2007

    When I first heard of The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini, I turned a blind eye. The title didn’t appeal to me, I mean, what the hell did I care about kites? And the monotone photograph of the back of a boy peeking beside a wall did nothing for me (I’ve subsequently learnt they have a […]

    Weight loss or inch loss?

    Thursday, August 16th, 2007

    At Tee’s Doctor today, I weighed myself with a real weighing machine. Not a wonky one like the one I have at home. My heart skipped a beat at the extra kilos till I pacified myself that perhaps I was building muscle.
    My jeans are certainly looser.
    Yesterday, I did 5km on a bike and 2km walking on […]

    Wearing Gold - another Chinese superstition

    Thursday, August 16th, 2007

    My beloved Mother believes truly that to attract wealth and good fortune, one must wear lots of gold.
    This is what the Chinese believe in. Just like how they believe you should have fishes (real or otherwise, even paintings) for abundance of wealth, wear jade to ward off evil spirits and eat chestnuts if you wanted […]

    Trouble with toddlers taking medicine

    Thursday, August 16th, 2007

    Tee has always been one of those rare weird kids who loves brocolli and spinach, and everything else green and leafy. She is also the strange child who drinks tomato juice, green tea and unsweetened ’leong char’. And she LOVES medicine. Yes. While all our counterparts fight with their kids about meds, Tee gave it to […]

    There is our World, and there is the Other World….

    Tuesday, August 14th, 2007

    Which Tee is familiar with. *twilight zone orchestra in the background*
    Everytime I put Tee down for bed, she will spend a good half hour whispering and playing by herself. Because she whispers, I don’t know what she is saying. It could be defined as the toddler language of pre-sleep. I don’t mind the whispers so […]

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