Sunday, July 22 2007

I'm thinking about something again as usual. Deep in thoughts. Very important matters to consider.

What I should do today besides eating, drinking, playing and sleeping???

Still haven't got the hang of crawling yet. Darn it. I'm six months old already. What's wrong with me? I don't want to end up like Fat Boy (Only movement he can do without help, is chewing on food with his mouth).

Hey Auntie, you so sexy pose for what? You a married woman or not?

You a foot fetish wet dream. Are they your feet, or are you planning to go skiing?

Did something shameful again is it? Tell little Yoo-ri. You will feel much better. You can trust me. I'm a safe bet. I can't even talk yet so no way I can spread the story.

The more of the gunk on my face, the less I have to eat. Mummy thinks I'm lacking co-ordination. The truth is I'm missing my mouth on purpose.

What's up with that? My head already dented from sleeping too much in the same position. And now my mummy wrapping a bandage around my head. Leave my head alone.

Now she's trying to strangle me.

Mummy, you got no chance lah. I take after daddy. My neck is as thick as a bull. You might as well try to strangle my little finger. Ha ha.

This guy looks familiar. I need to see his tummy before I can make it conclusive though.

PS: Auntie Big Foot must have done something shameful AGAIN. She hiding her face. Why she like that?

Show me your tummy Mister so I can confirm your identity. As we are in Singapore, the Speckies alone are inclusive.

The diamond looks cool. The rest is infected by fungus. That why the toes looks funny in shape.

Mummy's starting to prepare my meal. Damn it mummy, why can't you have a break... and give me one in the process.

Isn't the baby the one supposed to be sleeping? Why am I the one wide awake then. Daddy, you so lazy for what? You better not roll on me or I poke your eye.

Another day. Another chance to practice my crawling technique. I'm getting worried. Maybe I should just skip crawling and move onto walking instead.

Me looking smart as usual. Daddy in a daze. The few weeks have been very hectic for him. The customers are bullying him and he is away at the office most of the time. Plus recently some crazy ass lady started to harass him. He has a lot on his mind.

Yup. Pressure definitely getting to him. He looks a bit gong.

That does it. When I see my dad smile like that I know he's gone bonkers already. Mummy can you please take me. Daddy's gone crazy and I don't feel that safe right now.

Mummy hurry. Daddy smiling. It's scaring me.

I better put in more hours at my work desk. I think daddy really going nuts. I have to prepare to bear the family's financial responsibilities.

Time to pose for my resume shot.

Even a busy worker needs a break. I'm pretending I bought a double latte from starbucks and chilling.

Shit, what's wrong with everyone today. Mummy smiling too. And what's up with her tongue? Am I in the twilight zone?

How do I release and let myself down? I don't feel safe today being near either mummy or daddy.

I don't normally like being on the bed by myself. But today is just a crazy day and both mummy and daddy acting koo koo. Lying on the bed by myself not so bad after all. At least I feel safer.