hola!

first and foremost, thank you to the uncle for the airwave offer, but the parents already parted with babycolt (and some $) on this new baby some time back.

i’d wave my hand in the air to you, like my parents had suggested i do, but that’d just be too corny, like them.

anyway, did daddy mention that he’s been running? yeah, he’s grown a little obsessed with it. so much so that he’s going to run in the standard chartered singapore marathon on the 2nd of december.

it’s funny listening to the parents’ conversation as we went to suntec to collect the race entry pack. it goes something like this:

M: “you mean, you have to PAY to run?”
D: “yaaaah.”
M: “but whyy?? THEY should pay YOU to run, what.”
D: “aiyah, you don’t understand. you’re not a sports person…”
M: “ah, you don’t exert yourself eh. aniq still needs a father ok.”
D: “no lah, i’m not there to win, i just want to complete the run.”
etc.

needless to say, mummy won’t be cheerleading at the sidelines again, however scenic the route, coz the run starts at 6.15am, which is not her best time to look remotely alive. but i know she secretly wishes daddy the best, and that daddy’s looking fitter these days… (don’t ask how i know what she secretly thinks!)

i also heard that there’s a Kids Dash, which is for kids (duh!) aged 13 and below, with, get this, no minimum age limit! which means *i* can run my own marathon as well. the parents reckon i’d do well, and i don’t think it’s just coz i look ‘dashing’, ha ha. (sorry, i got the corny genes from them.)

ohh but i think i’d much rather go for THIS sport – Combat Skirmish! GUNS!!! now THIS is my kinda thang, i tell ya…

*rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat-tat!!*

let’s hope the parents will bring me to esplanade park on 22nd dec, coz there’s an event there that day and i can get to play with more guns. but daddy isn’t keen though, he thinks we shouldn’t encourage violence and killing. and i thought mummy was bad, hmph. but reaaallly, i dunno, there’s just SOMETHING about guns that brings excitement to little boys like me, i can’t explain it. and i also don’t know why i keep wanting the BIGGER guns. (now don’t start with the mambo-jumbo about ‘phallic symbols’ and ‘fixations’, eh.)

the last stop for the day was my own doing, coz i wandered into the hair salon while mummy was in another shop.

the barber didn’t want to take any more customers, but seeing how shaggy my hair was, he propped me onto a chair before mummy even stepped into the salon and turned on Power Rangers on vcd after consulting with me on the various choices available for viewing – COOL! i didn’t even notice what was going on with my hair, like, whatever dude.

ok. that’s all. ended the day with me sleeping in the car, as usual.

so, have a good week ahead, all you old people who have to work! ttfn.

*waves hand in the air*

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