Saturday, October 4 2008

At 1 of my many favourite chinese restaurants eating raisins. Can you beat that?

I feel really crappy about it too. But what to do? My mummy deliberately gave me an early heavy dinner and stuffed me with so much food I could barely move before announcing that we were going out for dinner.









I'm outta my highchair and trying to check out a cute little boy at the other table. Why he so shy, hiding behind his mummy?? Pussy boy.













He thinks only he can act shy ya? I can act shy too ok, I will hide behind my daddy. Two can play the game buddy.














What is daddy trying to do? Showing off my beautiful legs to my grandparents??? What is this?? Free show is it?








Haven't been on this ride for darn long. *sigh* It makes me sad now thinking that I've sacrificed accompanying my good friend Barney to attend school.







Hmmm, but to think about it in another light. If I didn't go to school, I wouldn't have met Sana, my nemesis cum best friend.








Hmmm...I wonder if I should attend school or not?















Come to think of it, I don't have much of a choice. My parents are real tyrants and they insist I do things their way.

If only I have parents that do not impose their wills on others.










Hey Amber, get away from my horse. You don't have money do you?














Hey, stop trying to tug at my horse's tail. He's under my protection now. Pull his tail once more and I'm gonna give you a flying kick.









Just flossing my teeth. Seen my daddy floss his teeth with something white. I don't own floss but my balloon stick will do for the moment.











Stacking up stools seem more challenging than stacking up blocks doesn't it? Plus it trains up my arm muscles so that I can bully the older kids in my school.







Just strengthening my teeth so that I can use biting as a form of self defence in future.















Been a while since I've been out walking about with my mummy. Nowadays she getting more lazy. She expects me to push the pram with her sitting on it. Shit. Doesn't she know how heavy she weighs?











She's so heavy I can't even push the pram. Darn. I'm just gonna make a dash for it and play on my own.














Ha ha ha Mummy come and catch me if you can. I'm over here. Come on.














It sure is getting easier to run away from mummy now that she is a fatty. Ha ha ha














Yet again, it defeats the purpose of running away. The joy I got out of running away from mummy was watching her run after me and run out of breath.













Shit. Mummy's disappeared from the pram. She probably grew tired and went to look for food again. Anywayz, now I have to find a way to get my pram back home.

See how innovative I am. I can sit here and roll myself and the pram back to our house.









Not only is it innovative, it is darn fun. I've unknowingly discovered a fun way to play with my pram.














Don't ask me whose toy car is this. It's some jap kid's toy but since I'm bigger than him, I pushed him out of it and now it's mine.
















My daddy and I - the formidable team. I bully the young one, he bullies the old ones.