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By looking at this picture, I really stop and wonder - how did I ever get onto one of the chairs without moving or shifting any one of them? Well, I did it. Mom didnt carry me in (which everyone might have thought so). It was too fast for Mom to capture that sight. I made my way through by some climbs and there I was, sitting on it. Funny part is; I can get onto the chair but unable to come down from it.. Actually, my baby-hood evolved with alot of weirdo play-dohs... cotton wool, sweets, socks, utensils, paper clips, pencils, bits and pieces of papers (cut by me)...etc. I would pack them in a plastic bag / paper bag and carry it whenever I walk in the house and even to outdoors for a meal. I would place the plastic bag (full of my "rubbish") carefully beside me in the stroller, with my water bottle on the other side; my sweetie bolster in front of me. Seems I love to be "surrounded" by things, stuffs... perhaps to feel more secure. But definitely not like the abov...

This is the 2nd bus I have so far for now. I am still very much fascinated by the buses, bigger bus. Mom is looking for a model bus - SBS Transit Bus double decker bus (the one that is handicap-friendly). Until now, she still have not found one. One of her colleagues suggested to call SBS Transit up, to check it out. Perhaps they may know where to get these model buses... But of course, Mom didnt try and call either. Maybe Toys R'us will carry this model one day since they already carry taxi model cars. There are friends whom asked - are you gonna let Ray be a bus driver in future? Or why bus instead of toy cars? Well, question pops after one another. Mom brushed them away by saying, "Uhmm, not necessary a driver but how about becoming a world-renowed designer that design buses in the world!" Urghh, anyway - these are just some gestures of speech. Actually Mom would prefer a better ambition. It would be nice if Ray can have his own clinic though, Mom thought.

Finally, I started to eat rice for dinner. Yeah, previously; I didnt have proper dinner as I refused to accept rice and only eats biscuits. Well, Mommy has to be hard-hearted for that once - for that day or two to force me to eat rice. As days go by, I started to get used to it... Now, I will feed myself at times rather than the maid to feed me. Mommy is happy of course, to see that there are improvements in my "diet". Biscuits will only be my teatime for now. Even for breakfast, I started to eat bread. How? Mom makes an effort to have bread for breakfast even on weekends. So, by looking at her; I wanted to have a "share" as well. But its not exactly sharing with Mommy; I will ask her to prepare another set of bread with "peanut butter". Haha! This maid is good I would say. She knows that peanut butter is "heaty" if I have too much of it. So, she kept it in the cupboard where I have no sight of it. When I do not see it, I will only have bread wit...

I think most kids love balloons, blowing bubbles, playing balls, any thing which is round, can bounce or float... I asked Mom to blow many balloons for me, so that I can play with so many of them at one time. Of course, the dangerous part is, I like to throw it up to the ceiling. On one occasion at Por-por house, I threw it up to the ceiling where the fan is attached to. The balloon got burst and the string got stucked inside the fan.. Luckily, we have Yee-Cheung (Yee Yee's husband) to help to pull out the string and remnances of the balloons. Well, so now, no more strings attached to balloons and I only play with them barely by throwing it up and down boringly. Yes, that's to Mom - its boring but to me, it is extremely fun. I attempted to blow the balloon by myself which I failed without saying. But nice try though, at least I asked to do my own than to let people do for me in the first place. INITIATIVE!

I got my own pet at the age of 3 - and it started off with a simple trip to the fish farm... Brought 2 fishes back; one of them didnt make it. Left one lonely poor little fish swimming in the small little tank (given by the fish farm). Then it went on to Por-por, who bought another 5 smaller fishes for me. Initially, 5 fishes were just for me to see and satisfy my desire as I kept pester Por-por to buy them. At the end of the day, Mom's sympathy gave way and she decided to start off with a small aquarium for me to keep. Well, to adopt the care-and-share thoughts in my mind, it should start off with small animals. And perhaps, smaller pets. Like goldfish, its "easy" to keep by far for now. No hiccups (thank goodness!). Now, I will go to my pets and say "hello" to them every after school. At times, I will ask them, "Why didnt u say hello to me?" Mom would smile to herself and tells me, "Hey hey... the fishes do not speak, but they know u are near th...

Here's another nice biscuits - which Mom has bought for me; colourful ones which aroused my appetite and increased my love for cookies. Actually Mom is finding ways to stop me from eating biscuits too much because for one, they are "heaty" and honestly, its not really that healthy to over-eat them. Most of them, I can finish 1/2 packet of it within the day. Anyway, guess Mom gotta be a little bit "hard-hearted" to put a halt to all these for the moment. Gradually, to resume the fact that cookies/biscuits are only light snacks and not to be taken as a main meal - period. Whether it sounds logical to me, I will grow up to understand.

Just now, I couldnt hold my pee any longer, so I wet the baby car seat through my pants. Well, no choice but to let the maid wash. Since there is no special car seat for me anymore, I have to sit "barely" on the adult seat instead with the normal safety belt over me. The weird part is, I knew long ago - how to belt myself up but pushing the side belt behind me instead of "over me"... In any case, I sat comfortably. Mom saw the scene and thought I would be more comfortable if I do without the bulky big car seat. Im getting fat, Oh my god! Okay, actually it is not so but Im getting too big for my baby seat in the car though. Mom had been looking high and low for a suitable booster seat for me.

Just by looking at this picture, already tells Mom so much about me, my character. Just now, I insisted to bring the umbrella along with me into the car. I'd rather leave the umbrella open halfway like this, play on my own and didnt allow anyone into my life for that moment. With my leg open up (so openly, haha); I would say I am not the guy next door type, gentle little boy which some little girlies may fancy. Anything I do not like, I will voice out - anything I think it is not right, I will point out to Mommy. But as far as my wrong doings are concerned, I have never think I am in the wrong unless Daddy canes me and made me admit my mistakes. So that is bad huh! Sounds like a gangster maybe, but it is not good of course. Mom is spending every little effort to "groom" me up. Perhaps, that's why some parents do not mind spending tons of monies in hope to get a brighter future for their little babies. We are not very well-to-do; Mom has another set of thoughts. Still,...

Mom was staring at me for a while... in comparison with my baby photo. I had indeed changed alot and no longer the blur little newborn anymore. The present me now - a bubbly, cunning and naughty little rascal who is driving Mommy crazy at all times... She dun understand why - I am so well-behaved either with Por Por or Daddy. But not with her.. Of course, I know she dotes me very much and that is why Im taking advantage of her weakness. Some time this month, she will probably do a collage to see the changes from a newborn to the current toddler of me.. Haha..

After shopping for quite some time, Mom finally found one Water Bottle "WITH SLING" for me..as requested by the school teacher. She finds a sling bottle very useful as well. At least it has much more water than the old bottle before, that means I will drink more water.. And since I love to use straw, it will motivate myself even more to suck more fluids.. That is by far - Mom has found - water bottle by Thomas The Train.. All the others, I guess Mom is too choosy and fussy even over such minor matters. If its not Dad whom had told her to settle this Thomas The Train Water Bottle, I guess I still have not gotten a new bottle yet.