The last amusing fact of 2009

I went to see a doctor cos I had this terrible itch down there ( ok, stop laughing, according to doc, its common okay!) The itch was causing me to lose sleep for a week and I couldn't stand still for long before I do the twist and turn.

After application, I read the manual for the pill and under side effects it reads: Upon insertion, this pill may cause smarting and itching for the next 12- 24 hours.

I waited for 10 minutes and I declared to Aung, hey, I think I've got a smart V down there now. He died laughing. So I'm smart, head to toes, that's the last amusing fact for 2009! :P

1. smarting (noun) Definition : a kind of pain such as that caused by a wound or a burn or a sore

PS: That was a miracle pill, I am almost done itching. Almost. :)

Of Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice...

My latest Arm Candy :)

Do you think they would have this on e-bay?
Mail Order perhaps?
Darn! I just have to make 1 soon. :)

Was your Christmas stolen?

Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!
He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming!
IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling:" How could it be so?
"It came without ribbons! It came without tags!
"It came without packages, boxes or bags!"
And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store.
"Maybe Christmas.... perhaps ... means a little bit more!"
Taken from" How the Grinch Stole christmas!" By Dr Suess

Indeed Christmas holds a far deeper, far stronger, far more significant meaning than the gifts we exchanged, the feasts we have been indulging and the shopping we have been chiong-ing.
For on Christmas, a miracle happened. A child born out of a virgin on a shabby manger. A child that promises hope to all who believes and the gift of life He brings.

Have the true meaning of Christmas touched your heart this season? I pray that you do.
Blessed Christmas.... don't let Grinch steal your Christmas for you know, he can't. :)

Buying Trends

These days out of the blue, Maoster will tell either Aung or myself,:"You know, Elvis die already." We will always answer that yes we know and ask if he misses him or if he was sad. There was once during such conversation that we ask if he would want a new pet, "Buy a new pet?" hoping to ease his longings....


On a solo drive back with Maoster, again he tells me that,"Mummy, Elvis die already you know?", I said yes, I know. And he said, buy a new one. I said we'll think about it. And you know, I added, one day mummy will die too...and he looked at me and said, Buy a new mummy. New pet!


Such buying trends... maybe I should not buy a new pet and teach him that some things in life just cannot be REPLACED! Hmph! :P

All right, Maoster, I believed it was the slip of your tongue....

Elvis

He came to us during the period of Sars (for reasons I do not wish to explain). Aung welcomed the small furry animal with delight and immediately he was family.

We gave him the name Elvis, because he got such a wild streak in him with nice spikey hair. Everyday he gets fresh carrots, grass and pellets and I suspect he just like Maoster enjoys long beans. He makes such nice long squeaky voice when we come near his cage.

I broke the news to Maoster yesterday about his demise. I think he knows die = not good and Maoster shouted," NO! Cannot. Not die!". This strange sadnesss envelope our family that shrunk from 4 to 3. Maoster has this funny song he like to sing, "WE ARE FAMILY, DADDY, MUMMY, MAO MAO and ELVIS! "

Although it is a comfort that he has outlived his peer but Elvis, although you have never slept on our beds, or eat from our plates, or shared a good tv with us or went out shopping with us - We missed you and we hope that you have enjoyed your time with us.

This is Elvis in his old age - smaller and less furry but still extremely amusing

CLASS BBQ

Class bonding. An activity I said.
I shudder when they said BBQ.
BBQ = Mess = Raw Food Mishandling = No clean water = Heavy equipment carrying. I hear myself screaming out loud inside me that says, how about something else!!!
I mustered my courage and said okay so be it. If that's what you want.
A committee was formed. I told them to order food online so that it would be easier.
When I turned up, I saw hamper of gifs well wrapped up for the games.
I saw home marinated food all on the table. I saw fried bee hoon, kwey teow well lined up. I asked, how come you guys didn't order online?
Teacher, expensive lah, we can do it ourself and save money. I blame myself for even suggesting the short cut and am glad they did it themselves.
I laughed when they played silly games.
I saw them eating the food that didn't looked quite impressively BBQed with their thumbs up filled with silly happiness and their constant fights over prawns and chicken wings.
I saw them running after Maoster and making sure the sand or the wave did not get to him and for almost 3 hrs they had to be at the sand cos maoster refused to leave.
They may be labelled the bottom 20% of the society (intellectually) ;they may not be as docile or as tame as your normal teenager. But, in them I see God. I see Hope. I see Love.

The whole gang! (plus some missing sheeps somewhere)

No way am I going down to the sea.

Maoster refusing to join them in their "lame" photo

I am highly amused by this picture - Mao and his bodyguards.

The Facts are Talking

Lovely Night.

Moon shining Bright.

Aung and son shared a nice walk under the sky.

Aung with hope and love, tells his son.

" Look at the moon. You can reach for the moon you know?"

His son replied: " Need a rocket, you know?"


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Lovely noon.

Quiet time between Bun and Aung.

Bunster said something funny, Aung laughed his head off.

Bunster said, "you still find me funny all these years hor?"

Aung said," You mean you still believe I married you for your beauty?"