weekends are SO short as it is (cue sigh), especially with *somebody* working on alternate saturdays, and add to that, accommodating to *somebody* whose nap times are at the peak of the afternoon, effectively cutting the weekends even shorter.
so the ruthless mommy, in desperate need of those raya vibes, dressed the little one and bundled him up in the car, yawning and all, nap time notwithstanding. donch care!
a barely-ten-minute cat nap’s all he needs, the time it takes to get to each destination, coz he NEVER wants to miss out on the action!
“nap time? crankiness? what’s that?? enjoy lah beb!”
speaking of action, i’ve sat through at least two or three episodes of the highly ridiculous and ludicrous action series on tv over the weekends, believe it or not, called none other than ‘sazer-x’.
everytime i mention this name in front of a group of boys (and i’m also talking about adults here), they’d perk up and go “sazer-x?? i pon tengok!”, and i’d roll my eyes and groan. it’s like… a disease that i’d only just discovered. maybe i’m the last person to watch these kind of shows? (or the first female to??) lol!
and over the two or three episodes, i tried my darndest to understand the blahdy thing, really, i did (in between more groans at how incredibly and unbelievably schewpid the show is, and why the heck am i even watching it), because i wanted to ‘guide’ my child through his tv consumption (studies say that talking to children while they watch tv increases their vocabulary and teaches them right from wrong, and is way better than letting them watch it alone… or something lah, i really must pay less attention to studies) and participate in his interests (of which this was totally my fault for even switching the damn tv on).
yes, his interests, which no longer involve lovey-dovey barney or cutesy-wutesy baby einstein. mention to him “power ranger” or “sazer-x” or “grandsazer” and he’d cross his arm and hand in his best impersonation of those strange creatures, which i still can’t figure whether they’re aliens or monsters or cross-breeds or mutants. (and what is it with these japs and their deep-seated culture of fighting samurai-style even in the far future, gaudy masked costumes and all??)
in any case, my constant refrain while watching the show with him was “you cannot do that ok! cannot kick-kick/shoot-shoot/fight-fight people like that! (depending on the current action on screen) if you do that to your friends, wait they fall, paaaain! then they dowan to play with you!” etc.
memekak kan, mak macam gini? orang nak tengok pon tak stim, agaknye.
welllllll, i just think i had to be the voice of reason in an otherwise unreasonably merepek premise of a storyline after all!
and of which i actually googled, ok.
so, here’s the definition according to wiki, for all you parents who are as clueless as me but nak eksyen paham apa budak-budak ni suka sangat tengok:
Sazer-X: A team assembled in the year 2500AD with the goal of traveling back in time five hundred years and changing history by collecting the twelve Cosmo Capsules. Each member of the party is equipped with a Strage-Ring around their wrist that amplifies their elemental powers, and their own personal Knuckle-Cross, worn on the back of the opposite hand. When the Strage-Ring sparks the Knuckle-Cross, they can equip the high-powered suit of armour stored in their Knuckle-Cross and become Sazer-X. Their transformation call is “Power Up!” (“X Equip!”)
and if you understood THAT… please enlighten me coz i have NO idea what all that gibberish is about. *gives up in exasperation*
can we revert to that elmo’s world vcd, please?? sesame street is just waaay less complex than this. and mommy’s getting too old to catch up on your generation’s pop culture. :S
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