I don't want to talk about it

A few weeks ago Maoster saw this documentary about animals surviving better working in a team despite having lower IQ. It was illustrated with zebras of higher IQ who likes to work alone will have higher casualty rate crossing a river filled with crocodiles, compared to deers that have lower IQ but all survived the nasty crocodile filled river due to the fact they work as a team.

I mean, Maoster probably wasn't hearing the part on team work and all. He was crying buckets when the crocodile ate up some of those zebras. He was pretty upset. He was shouting NO at the loudest of his voice and slammed himself on bed, too broken to speak.

Yesterday, we were playing. He made his hands to depict that of a crocodile, he was baby croc and me the mummy croc.

Bunster: Oooo Baby croc, I am hungry. Shall we find some food?

Maoster: Okay, let's go eat some leaves.

Bunster: Crocs dun eat leaves, they eat, say deers or zebras. Do you remember that show we watched, the cros they eat the zebras.

Maoster: (started tearing) No. I don't want to talk about it.

Bunster: Okay... Crocs eat leaves.

Maoster: Okay, let's go find some leaves mummy crocodile. Leaves are yummy.

If there was one thing that Maoster inherited from his father, it would be his love for animals.( definitely not in a bunny-deep fried chicken way).

Look who's in love?

Why did you kiss Megan ( voluntarily after we bid farewell with a hug)?

Because I love Megan.

At home, Maoster recounted those good memories of playing with Megan.

He laughed out loud in excitement when he saw the FB photos.

I don't know how long his smitten state will end.

All I can say is that, my son - he has got good taste. :) His father warned him about long distance relationship though. :P

Everything is like a circle....

It has no end.
My work has no end. The assignments are in. The tests are in. The exams are going to be in. Did I mention that I am involve in the graduation ceremony this year and I am left with 0 days for revision with my class. I feel rather dead although my students are rejoicing. They have no concept of fear.
It has no end.
My holidays will be spent at 3 weeks of intensive PCTE training. I heard there are loads of homework and stuff. I feel dead already. Did I fail to mention that my latest project will be held during that period, I wonder how can I be in 2 places in 1 physical body.
It has no end.
I fought with Maoster. We climbed the cliffs of deaths and we zoomed our planes. We created robots. We fired at each other and we tumble and fall. The scenes changes, the characters changes, Only one thing remains unchange - I will die and he will not. Maoster always win. And just when your realised that your last ounce of energy is going to be used up - and that you collapse and declare you are dead. Maoster shouts with renewed strength and hope. Mummy, new level. Now is level 2.
There is no end.

In Psalms 23 it says: "He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters... all I want is to lie down on my bed with clear no work mind and sleep. Just like how Maoster does every night.