Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Tuesday, July 15 2008



Heh heh like my new school uniform? I think I may like school. I went to school to collect my uniforms and I saw the little critters running around the school.

I'm gonna have a field day bullying those kids.




Wait, got to make sure mummy is not anywhere nearby before I can start to deface her picture.














Hmmm, somehow I got a feeling I'm being shortchanged here. Why are we at a cafe and why am I not eating cafe fare??? What the heck is this stupid bar I'm eating?













Basket. Mummy did it again. Eat yummy food while leave me to eat this crappy bar. It tastes like cardboard.














Oh well, what to do. I just have to grin and bear it but wait till I see daddy, mummy. I'll expose all your evil deeds to him and we'll see who has the last laugh.







Shit. Why can't daddy be the stay at home daddy while mummy goes out to work like other mummies?














Just in my home attire in case you wondering why I'm so dressed down.

What? You think everyday is X'mas is it?












Wait. Why am I out with my home attire??? What's mummy trying to do? Expose me?














Oh well, who cares as long as she gives me the $$$ to ride on Bob my friend.









Yo Bob. Why you look so gloomy today? No one fed you breakfast is it?









This is what I think of my fat friend Garfield. It is out of pity that I ride on him, poor bastard.








Aiyah, ok lah, don't call the poor fat bastard a poor fat bastard anymore. Mummy says to be kind to the less fortunate.








Mummy, may I know what this Auntie is trying to do? She trying to push her non-existent chest to me. For what? Not as if she produces milk. Waste of time.














Eh Auntie, wait up, don't go yet. Plonk a dollar in here first will ya?













Riding on my 2nd most fave ride. It's called the Bus Ride cos it looks like a bus.














What's this big girl trying to do? Ride on a free ride? Get your daddy to pay for your ride buddy.

Exposing your undies won't do much.






That's right. Cover up and I might let you ride on my bus for free.









Hey buddy, I give you to the count of 3 to get out of the bus. I'm sick of having you inside the bus.









I'm just picking up my balloons. My mummy dropped them and didn't even realize it. How so typical of my mummy.












My new school bag, lunch box and hankies that mummy bought for me.









I love daydreaming sometimes. It helps me relieve stress that my mummy gives me. Oh, my poor aching head.









My sulky look when I want an ice cream and mummy doesn't allow it.














Daddy thinks I pose like a model here. Do I?

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