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Now, I started to take out my stool and stand by the fridge, basin, door, shelves, etc.. to take stuffs which are beyond my reach... Be it smart or silly; my maid has this tendency of putting a stop to all these actions of mine... To the extend I really detest her very much. Well, Mom is kind of lenient. She will tell the maid to stop preventing me from doing something if it does not pose any dangers... Just like example, I stand by the door to see the corridor as people walked past... Maid stopped me and I made a hell lot of noice. Mom told her; as long as the gate is locked, its fine. Okay, there maybe some crititics to this.. But as far as Mom is concerned; this is very simple. I had been warned not to do something and Mom had explained the reason behind it. If I insist to do it without heeding her advice, I will have to face the consequences... No point stopping me to do something and ended up in a protected environment; too pampered and thats where kids get spoilt somehow... Of co

At first, I did enjoyed my dinner at the very beginning when we were queueing up to pay; with my eyes almost popped out while staring at the delicious fish fillet burger. When I started to much the fries, Mom tried to feed me with the Burger... First 2 mouths were fine but I puked the 3rd mouth out and showed a disgusted look... Mom tried the burger too; and gave the same disguested look to Daddy... Ok, it is tasteless - Dad said. He even commented that; its good I take after his fussiness when it comes to food. This also explains why Mom has to cook most of the dishes by herself for dinner; when she didnt make full use fo the maid. Dad may not be able to understand the logic behind.. Mom always believe; nobody is perfect... One can never produce the same exact results as the other. But to Dad; it is not the case. So, this is the difference. Anyway, I ended up with half plate of fries with left-over fillet burger... Instead, I indulged myself into the all-time favourite Chicken Pie...

Last Sunday, we went to Por-por house to celebrate her birthday... 2 days earlier. Errm, Mom thought I would sing a nice cute little Birthday Song for Por-por but I ended up being shy and just mumbled a few words by myself and considered a job done.. Well, we wanted to buy a nice fruit cake for but to no avail. So, we bought some nice fruit tartlets and put a small candle on one of the tarts... Though this is just a simple celebration, I can feel Por-por happiness deep from my heart.

I am scared of the cane and yet like to play with it. I will use the cane to point at things and stuffs and mumble by myself.Sometimes the hook will drop and I will try to fix it back. When Mom uses the cane, I will tell her, "Mommy Mommy Keep the CANE"... Yes, I started to speak a few phrases now and sometimes even short sentences.. Thanks to the childcare / school that im learning real fast; and thats what the school commented too. If I am caned; I will hit the spot where I was being caned again & again with my hand to show my frustrations. That is how bad-tempered I am.. N o C a n e N o P a i n

Even my childcare teachers all commented that I am 面包王子 (Prince of Bread In chinese). Well, I dun stop eating in school or perhaps I forgot when to stop when it comes to eating. Mom found out the reason as in why I love to eat bread in school but not really at home. The bread was spreaded with nice butter and peanut butter. Thats why I kept asking for more since peanut smells so nice. At home, I will not get to eat this so much as peanuts are deemed rather heaty since my body temperature is relatively higher (most babies are when they are younger, their temperature are slight;y higher than adults). After school, I even pestered Mom to buy cakes or bread from the provision shop which is just opposite my school.

Yes, am cleaning things again. This time I am cleaning the floor diligently with a wet cloth which is actually our Table Cloth! Anyone who tries to stop me will get hell from me... I even use a dry cloth the ensure the floor is not slippery after the "mop" whereby the dry cloth is actually our kitchen mat... Next, I clean the washing machine too since am at the same place - laundry area. Mom does not understand why I do love to clean so much. Basically, I detest dirty places and even dirt/dust/rubbish on the floor, I will avoid walking in that area and asked Mom to re-route to another place to walk... Well, Mom thought this will be good since she has plans to train me in housework as I grow older; her philosophy is - I do not need to depend on women in future... Without them, I can still tend my own house. On the contrary, I can lend a helping hand to my wife at then.. So, isnt this perfect...

Both Mom & Dad are short-sighted.. so they kinda expect that I may not have a perfect eyesight too... Well, today I took out the toy spectacles and started to wear it happily... In fact, I knew about the adjustments to my ears and I didnt want to take them out even during my milk-drinking session... Is this a sign?... Okay.. Being short-sighted or not, important is; Mom wants me to have a pair of healthy eyes. She does not want me to be like her.... all the "old people" problems come early before she even reaches the age of 50. But I do pray - both of parents to be healthy, safe & sound all time long.

Golden Kiwi - I tried the 1st mouth and Mom thought I didnt like it.. She was just thinking -- oh shit, rascal, u gonna waste Mommy's money again.. But I like it since it is not as sour as the green kiwi. Golden Kiwi are slightly more expensive than the green ones and sweeter. Thats also the reason why Mom decides to get Yellow Kiwi instead. The other day, she ate some green ones and find them extremely sour. Mom cut it into small slices for me and I even eat the flash with seeds as well. She would want me to have a variety of fruits everyday so that I will have a better "bowel system". Especially so since I tend to eat so much foods; fruits will aid in my digestion as well. Uhmmmm, whats next Mom? Looking forward to the next delicious fruit.

One of my FAV foods - Pau Every week, Mom will buy either from coffee shops or supermarkets for me. I only love the red bean paste ones... other that that like pork filling, chicken filling or others, I do not really fancy. Honestly, I seem to snack more than I eat the normal standard meals everyday. According to my teachers; I eat all the day long in school... Basically, Im like the King of Food, kept asking for food. So at times; food is easily used to coax me. Of course thats for the temporary only. When im at home, I may not be taken in so easily especially by my maid...

I seems to have some kind of passion towards music. Whenever the music player/s are turned on; I will jump, play, shout, dance & sing happily. Today, I grabbed Gor-gor's mini Ipod shuffle to play. Surprisingly, I just conveniently put the earphones to my ears and listen to the playing music. Of course, Mom carefully adjusted the volume to the minimum. Well, any music will do as long as there are sounds transmitting out from the earphones. I enjoyed very much and screamed to the top of my voice when Mom tried to take the Ipod away.

Am really getting a handful nowdays and Mom has decided to use the cane instead of getting herself all angry... Of course a simple hit on my small tiny palm means so much to her... her heart becomes heavy and dropped.. She can clearly feel the heartpain and finally understand - why do some parents deem heartpain to hit their child aftermath and does not want to see their babies suffer/feel any kind of pain. Well, she described the pain to one of her colleagues the other day; that this heartpain feeling is very unbearable as it has some kind of guilt and regret packed with it. Of course we are talking about "hitting" our own kids... So far, Mom only asked me to stretch out my palm to let her hit. Of course I wouldnt want to do that... On one occasion, I was so rebellious that when she hit (should be so lightly since she cannot bear to do so) on my right palm, I giggled and strecthed out my left palm for her to hit as well. Since then, she knows she cannot be too soft-hearted w

Just a snapshot of what had happened in 2 hours ago... We had our National Day celebration - 44 years of Independence... Well, I sat down with Mommy to watch the parade over the TV. Mom was shocked as I was never so good boy, to sit still in front of the tv for so long. Usually I am easily distracted by surroundings or if not, my level of concentration to tv is just so short. SinGapOre -- Happy BirthdaY daY!

Since a " stupid " maid from somewhere taught me how to cross leg, somehow I started to cross my legs during my milk-drinking sessions. Be it good or bad; perhaps Mom is prejudiced against her for whatever reasons but this person is definitely not cut-out to be a good home-maker. Well, the scene itself (see pix below) looks adorable though but it appears more like a bad habit in fact. Mom tried to stop me but of course mission failed. Anyway for a boy/guy; crossing legs like such of course is still okay unless I am Mommy's little girl, guess she will be even stricter as far as my social etiquette is concerned. In any case, this habit could have been picked up in the school instead too. Speaking about this; I did picked up quite a number of bad habits from school but the funny part is; bad habits are utilised at home instead in school. Teachers are being asked --- if I did this, did that (all those bad habits) in school. But all the teachers said, "Nope, Ray dun do th

When I was a newborn, I used to sleep alot which most do so. As I grow older up to the age of about 6 months or so, I still turned in as early as 6pm in the evening and woke up at 6am+ the next morning. As I gradually grow, I started to sleep at about 9plus or even 10 latest. Since the day I started childcare, my routine will start at 8pm - the time when I wash up & sleep at 8.30pm or any time before 9pm. Nowadays, I started to sleep at 9.30pm sharp without fail almost every night except during the weekend when I dun usually like afternoon naps... my nap time can last up to 3 hours or more during my schooltime; so I ended up sleeping later in the night recently which is obviously not very good. Most of Mommy's frens (AND relative's kids); their little ones can sleep as late as 11pm or even anytime after mid-night. Well, this is definitely not her cup of tea for sure. She believes in "Sleep early & Wake Up early" for all children. But of course for herself, she

Mommy missed out this video yesterday... I was learning to use Fork & Spoon as I eat now. It was once difficult at the very beginning because I did not have a good grip of the utensils and even till now. Sometimes, I may just ended up using my own hands to eat since its such a hassle to use utensils during each & every single mealtime. Even soups, I use a small spoon to drink which takes ages for me to finish up. So, Mom will try to train me --- by carrying me up from the highchair, in her arms... distract me away from mini spoon and eventually drinks from the cup instead. Afterall, a boy should not be drinking gently like a graceful girl. This is Mom's thoughts. Seems like Mom has became the Disciplinarian lately...

Mom likes to use Carrots as one of her ingredients in soups. So, I often get to eat carrots as part of my dinner. But I mistook carrots as papayas. I call the orange thingy as Pa-Pa-Ya ~ I used to love the actual sweet papayas but now, I grew a liking towards carrots instead. When the actual papayas are put in front of me, I will turn them away after a bit or two... But carrots, I simply wont stopped eating.. Did I get mix up between Carrots & Papayas...? Okay, there is still room for correction. See how Mom's gonna do for the differentiation then