I seriously need a new body because the one I have now is breaking down. I feel it in every bone and muscle. I know, I know. I should see a doctor but it hurts to even move bah. I couldn’t even carry Ekiel now. *sighs*
People tell me June is not a good month, I just shrugged it off thinking it is just one of those unfortunate coincidences. I love June. There is just something romantic about it. I always wanted a June *ahem* wedding. My mom’s birthday is in June. Father’s Day is also in June. What is there not to like about June?
Somehow, my “June is a very good month” bubble has burst since I don’t know when, and it feels shitty. The funniest thing is, I could not figure out what was wrong. And it is tiring. Very very tiring.
I walked around like a zombie giving appropriate responses when needed. My body aches. My hormones are all over the place. My mind refuses to think. It’s not a pretty picture.
I wish this phase would go away already. With the Rainforest World Music Festival, 9th Sutera Harbour 7K Sunset Charity Run and my KL/Bali trip next month, I would need all the energy and enthusiasm I can get. Can I get all that from an energy bar/drink?
Ekiel got his report card the other day and I was a little disappointed to see the very average grading on that piece of paper. *tsk tsk tsk* I know I do not want to sound like my mother when it comes to academics but he got a C for singing. How he got that I do not understand.
That boy could sing Linkin Park songs but he got a C singing nursery rhymes?
When I saw he got “Needs to be improved” under punctuality and grooming, I just rolled my eyes. Okay, the grooming bit was my mistake because I do not like Ekiel with short hair. But the punctuality bit, I just gave my siblings the evil eye look. He starts schools at 8am and we only leave the house 8.05am and go around town and by the time Ekiel got to school it is already after 8.20am. I do not understand why they cannot wake up earlier when they sleep WAY early than me and sometimes Ekiel.
The next day, I took Ekiel to get his hair cut and my aunt offered to send Ekiel to school so that kinda settles it.
Me: Ekiel, why all Cs and Bs? How come there’s not a single A? What you do in school? You study or you play only?
Ekiel: Next time I get A larr bah.
Me: You need to try harder. Understand?
Me: Ekiel? Ekiel? Ekiel!
Ekiel: Mummy, next time I be winner.
Me: Suka hati kau larr
I had one of, if not the weirdest conversation in a cab the other day.
It is very common for someone to ask me which ethnic group I belong to. It is also very common to be asked what religion I practise. What was unusual was the cab driver asked me to pray for him so he could continue to live drug and law-breaking free.
The cab driver was in his forties, I think. He shared a very touching testimonial about how he found a new meaning in his life. As I sit in the cab and listen to his story, I wonder why our path crossed. I could have taken one of the other many cabs right?
I sat in the cab smiling to myself and accept the “hint” with an open heart.
My sister was leaning against my dad when Ekiel dragged a chair and did the same to her.
It is very rare to get a photo of my dad laughing like that. Despite his quiet nature, my dad can be very funny.
Happy Father’s Day dad.
I’m thinking Bah Kut Teh. What say you?
Talking about Father’s Day, I had a headache the other day on the date. It is the third Sunday of June. I know that. Some people know that. And just because someone decided to make their own date or maybe it was an error on their side, who knows, it doesn’t mean we have to follow their date as well. I don’t understand why some people are just so ignorant and just follow what other people do blindly.
Like my mom would say, “If your friends jump off from the bridge, would you follow?”.
Yes, my four year old vocabulary is very colourful these days. We’ve reduced his cartoon time. I think I should find things for him to do when the rest of us watch the other TV show kan? TV shows and the songs he listens to from the radio.
“I said shush girl
Shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips”
That boy could remember lyrics better than I do.
The weather is still mad. I don’t have to blog about that because everyone else is complaining about it. Work is still work. I don’t have to blog about that either.
Life is still a roller coaster ride. Though I must say the past few months the ride is pretty interesting. However, that “interesting” was not what I expected or how I wish it would be. Nevertheless, at least the ride was somewhat fun.