Looking up to Papa, I know I sure have big shoes to fill if I want to be like him when I grow up. Let me see some habits that we already share:
1. We like to sleep face down
2. We are extremely hard to wake up in the morning
3. We are stubborn to go to sleep even when we’re really tired
4. We love noodles
5. We don’t drink a lot of water
This particular stunt is just driving Papa and Mama nuts! By bending over backwards whenever possible sure is one cool stunt!
The world sure looks funny upside down too. Wait a minute. The world is already funny right side up too. Hehe!
Even at my tender age, I have begun to develop certain fears. Fears that will cause me to tremble in my spot, unable to move, except for my tears…
Though the list may change or increase as I grow older, my challenge is to stay clear of these top three fears to date:
3. Grass – Although I can step on it, my confidence is quickly shaken on this surface as I will be extra-careful…especially when they sometimes have those short thorny stuff that pricks the legs. Painful indeed!
Yay! I finally have a ruler pasted on my house wall! Now, I can stand next to it and and measure how tall I have grown. I wonder why Papa didn’t simply lay this sheet of ruler on my bed so my height can be measured the same time as I’m sleeping? Hee!
...and of course last weekend, when Ah Kong and Ah Ma came down to visit last weekend, it was somehow decided that we were going for Satay Kajang - so I was introduced to this local dish, which had a whole chunk of meat at the end of the stick! Cool! Only disappointment was that I was still deemed to young (probably it's the teeth) to eat it, so I could only watch the adults enjoy themselves...sigh.
Looking forward to the next time when I would hopefully have strong enough teeth to sink into some Satay!
My obsession with buses took another turn for the extreme when Papa found me this stationery bus machine in a shopping mall that would shake and move when some coins were inserted into a slot next to it.
About more than a month back, I was introduced to this strange small plastic bucket where I would be placed to sit on whenever I needed to poop. I would call this my ‘hurry potty’ because everytime I give the signal that it is time to poop, Papa and Mama would rush me very quickly to sit on the ‘hurry potty’.
Too bad, most of the time, the entire sequence of hurrying me to this potty would be so funny, I would lose my urge to poop properly already. Need more practice before I fully master the art of pooping in a dignified manner. Hee!
O Medicine!
Where have you gone?
Your sweetness. Your flavor.
Your scarily accurate measure.
O Medicine!
Why do I have to wait…
To taste you again?
Do I need to be sick before you re-appear?
Or are you just playing hard to get?
O Medicine!
Can I fake a cough, or blow my nose?
Or does it have to be real?
The waiting game is unreasonable
It’s making things tough.
It’s making me unwell.
The pain. The suffering. The anxiousness.
O Medicine!
Why are you doing this to me?
Or could it be?
When I truly fall sick, you will appear once more?
To quench my desire. My thirst. My needs?
Could it be? Could it be? Could it be?
O Medicine!
Come back to me!
I have discovered that crying for something in a stationery position can be more effective. Especially more so when the wailing is done continually and complete with weepy expressions set.
Happy Birthday to the BEST Mama in the world!
