Archive for the “Aniqspeak” Categoryit’s gonna be a super day today, i hope…
who knows, maybe i’ll save the world!
then again, being a villain and causing mayhem and destruction is kinda cool too. hey, they don’t call my newly-acquired age the Terrible Twos for nuthin, right? MUAHAHAHA! *evil mirthless laughter* to be continued… 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?” 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* (sorry, deluge of videos for now.) the little parrot picked up the magic word – “please” – quickly enough. of course, it helped that the ‘bait’ i used was yummy-but-probably-full-of-msg stuff, ie. crackers. oh well… whatever works to teach ‘em the Ps & Qs!
it’s nice (and pretty amusing, to us, his parents, anyway) having a ‘conversation’ with him, however brief and simple it is. getting the right response from him is surreal. for example, after returning home this evening: mimmy: what happened just now? now to get him to stop asking for those damn ‘poks’ and other equally bad stuff with his saccharine-sweet “pleesh?”… gah! if you ask me where my drumsticks are, i’ll tell you they’re OUTSIDE the window. yeah, yeah, so i flung them out, in one of my experiments to see whether drumsticks could fly. (and i tell you, they can’t, not even the fried chicken kind.) so, since i still have musical ambitions, i had to modify, and made do with my xylophone sticks instead. they’re *almost* the same, but not quite. (you can’t dig your nose as well with xylophone sticks, as i found out.) anyway, i heard that megadeth was coming to singapore, so i thought i’d step up on my drumming skills and did some intensive practicing. who knows, maybe i could apply to be the backup drummer should theirs dislocate his shoulders, or get a heart attack and keel over just before the show (well, they ARE very old, or so i heard), or have a bad bout of stomachache from the spicy seafood at newton. and then, mum had to burst my bubble by telling me that i was too late and they’d already performed last night! sheeesh. well hey, there’s still that other grandpa band, black sunday or sabbath or something, right? speaking of bands in black, i also heard that My Chemical Romance is coming in december! the day AFTER my birthday, to be exact. fwah! maybe i could get a ticket as a birthday present! (please? pweety please??) or better still, if i could somehow spike the drummer’s laksa or mee pok with extra cili padi just before the show… i guess mummy has mentioned my spiderman stunt the other day with my cot bed. well, it’s ABOUT TIME those two did something about it! they’re such procrastinators, i swear. they brought me to look-see toddler beds the other day, but eventually postponed any purchase, even though i’d shown my clear preference for a particular one with a cool canopy over it. i think they’re waiting for me to offer my duit raya to them. HAH! wait long long, hor. meanwhile, diddy attempted to do the macho thing by converting my cot bed into a junior bed, but, err, let’s just say, some things just aren’t meant to be. (hmph, he really should take up some handyman workshop or something… oops, sowie diddy! you da bomb, ok! selamat hari raya, maaf zahir batin, halalkan makan minum, teruskan tukar my diaper selalu, etc…) so, he gave up and now, i’m as good as sleeping on a mattress on the floor! which is just as well, i guess, coz i get to literally JUMP into bed, plus, i get to bring ALL my toy friends and books to sleep with me. naturally, mummy nagged at me, saying there won’t be any space for me to actually sleep with so much things in my bed. sheesh. party pooper. the morning after, diddy said he found me on the floor…
SURE OR NOT?! that’s like telling me i snore in my sleep – it’s simply NOT true, i tell you!
ahh, that’s more like it. and all crumpled and messy, with mismatched pillows, just the way i like it. ouh, and mummy says it’s a good thing i haven’t been found “sleepwalking” so far. (but i’m just lulling her into believing that for now. hurhur.) in any case, i’m STILL waiting for that proper tod bed, hokay?! and don’t you touch my duit raya… “neeeq nye!” she calls herself a (faux) SAHM, sheesh! well, what’s harder is being a SAHC – Stay-At-Home-Child! i mean, look at the multitude of chores i do everyday. i cook…
i clean…
and because i’m the obliging child that i am, i even let mummy play dress-up with me. she has sharleez-envy, i tell you!
oh well. at least i have daddy to keep me balanced. he who puts me in football jerseys and make me sit with him to watch football matches. speaking of which, mummy finally figured out what i’ve been saying all these while (or perhaps, i finally hit the right notes), so i’ve been repeating it to her daily. my sentence goes like this: “IKIKDABOWWWLLL!!” of course i’m saying “i kick the ball!”, and now she finally understands me. it helps that she stayed a whole week at home with me to help me refine my proclamation of ball-kicking, and that i emphasise it with the action itself. other than that, i also delighted her one morning by referring to myself as “a-neeek!”, though occasionally i prefer “nik-niiik!” coz it’s much more fun. she’s trying to brainwash me into answering people should they ask “what’s your name?”, but huh, we’ll see about that. i’m also adept at saying “i shleeep!” and “i sheeet!”, the second of course does not mean a poo-poo, as you would think, but rather the act of sitting on a chair or the floor. i could go on a bit and blow my own trumpet (which i can too, literally, with my toy trumpet) but it’s sunday and there isn’t much time left to wrestle and smother mummy with my most disgusting saliva-filled smooches. so that’s on top of my agenda today, as i’m sure is hers too. ouhh, i smell daddy’s so, selamat berpuasa everibodeee… (nyeh nyeh!) i saw all those people on teevee waving that red and white thing, so i quickly ran to my room and got mine too!
the marching and the guns and the planes were all very exciting, weren’t they??
mummy thinks i have a ‘very high level of testosterone’ in me, whatever that is, coz i like things like that. you know, trucks and cranes and trains and motorbikes. i don’t know why, somehow steel and metal monstrosities are just so… mesmerising. and not to mention nice and noisy! BRRRMMMM BRRMMMM…. so diddy, can you get me a toy crane, pleeeeze?? (a toy gun would be nice too, but i won’t let mummy know ok, shhhh…)
the great-grandkids get together occasionally, and they get entertained by us, who are in turn, entertained by them.
*chuckles* inspired by sharleez, mummy got out HER (rather chunky, i must say) tkg dolly. thankfully, i’m not a girl, so she couldn’t force me to squeeze into that froggy green outfit. phew~ (besides, that is SO not my colour.) i’ll just pretend this is sharleez for now. i hope to date her someday, you know. maybe i’ll be the boy wearing a white uniform next door. (eh wait, tktech no more next door now, right?)
did i tell you daddy had the hots for mummy when she was in this uniform? eww, daddy! ps: speaking of schools and uniforms, mummy, as usual, got unnecessarily worried about, of all things, primary school registration. what’s this phase 1 lah, phase 2A, B, C lah. she fretted coz she wouldn’t be able to put me in her old school with yukky yellow pinafores since i’m a BOY. like, hello, i’m not even in pre-school yet, woman! just chuck me in a ‘neighbourhood school’, maybe i’ll get a controversial figure as my relief teacher some day. |
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