Monday, June 11 2007

Yesterday my daddy and mummy brought me to the Central library at Bras Basah Road.

I noticed a sudoku competition. When this picture was taken, I was thinking whether I should join or not. I've got lots of sudoku experience. My mummy did it a lot while I was in her belly. She thought she solved the puzzle, but actually it was me. I asked the lady how to register, it turns out there is a 10 dollar registration fee. Come on lah, where does a baby like me come up with 10 dollars, my clothes don't even have pockets. Freaken crooks, maybe I should ask my daddy to turn over all the tables and kick the chairs. The bastards trying to con a poor baby. I already owe mummy and daddy a lot of money (2 trips for jaundice remember), I just don't have the money.

Some nerd just gave me the once over. Who the hell does that nerd think he is? Just because we are at a sudoku competition he thinks he can give me a look is it? I'll poke his eye then pluck it out, chew on it and spit it back out. Basket.

Got to be honest and make a confession. Actually I can't read. I was just kidding about sudoku too. I can't really do it since I don't know what a number is.

Besides books, the library had a nice painting on a wall. Here is daddy and I taking a picture together in front of it. I suspect many other babies can't read either. Otherwise, why would they paint pictures on the wall. Fakers.

Daddy and I are in front of some books. As I've confessed I can't really read, but they make a nice backdrop for a photo. As far as I'm concerned, books are just something else to put in my mouth. Yummy.














Back from the library. Too much brain work. Here I am practicing my dance moves. I can't walk so I dance by spinning on the floor. The adults call this style of dancing 'breakdancing'. My particular brand is called popping.








Darn, mummy wants to read me a book she borrowed from the library. I don't want to be rude, but there are some basic facts I think mummy hasn't realized:
1) I can't read, to be honest I don't even understand the pictures
2) I don't talk yet so obviously I can't understand what she is saying.

Oh well, I better put on my smart look and pretend I'm enjoying the book.




Mummy gave me some new toys to play with. She waiting for me to swipe my hands to tumble down the cups. So obviously I'm not going to do that. I'm going to leave them stacked up. I love to psycho my mummy. She never knows what to expect.













Mummy, I cleaned the floor yesterday, why do I have to clean it again today? I'm tired. I'm just a baby. At least give me a mop lah.

I need a nap. I'm totally exhausted (from breakdancing just before).









Boy Fat boy looks dumber every time I see him. I'm not sure exactly what's going through his brain, but I suspect not much. He is probably thinking about where to find his next breadstick.










I noticed Fat boy has large eyes. People say large eyes are attractive. Give me a break lah. Aside from being easier to poke, they have no other advantages. They make him look like a nocturnal monkey. He is sure to get ganna once he starts school. Them other kids are gonna slap him silly.















My eyes are perfect. Not too large and not too small. If I'm ever in the Gobi desert I can squint easily and protect my eyes. Also when I squint I look really tough. In future I will bully other kids and make them do my homework. Life is tough. Not for me though.








This is sorta like the bumbo chair that is on loan to me by Auntie Phoebe (Ryan's mummy) but a bit larger. By next year I should be large enough to sit in it more comfortably.