I can’t help but noticing Mama’s tummy is getting bigger and bigger everyday. I guess it is another visible reminder to me that my new baby sister (oops…Papa and Mama should have known I couldn’t keep the gender a secret for long…) will be coming out soon. The thought of it does scare me sometimes.
Will I be a good big brother?
Will I be able to take care of my baby sister?
Will we be able to share toys lovingly?
Will we be racing around the sofa together?
Will she eat faster than me?
Sometimes I wonder why do we only use our two feet to stand or walk? What criteria did they have that gave them such a responsibility? Is it because their foundation is flatter compared to the other parts of our body? Do they have a bigger, firmer surface? Sometimes, these things just boggles my little mind.
Anyway, I thought of experimenting other ways of late. One of which is using my very own head. Bending over and using my hands to support, I will attempt to lift up my legs and perform this so called ‘headstand’. I’ve been trying to perfect it on the mattress, sofa and just about everywhere I go, but I have to admit it’s rather difficult. And everytime I attempt it, my parents or anyone nearby would yelp in horror.
Hmmm, maybe I just have to accept the fact that God made our feet for standing. 
Had a great Raya holiday getaway with Papa and Mama two weekends back. It was a long break so we took the chance to bring back lots of little sister (to be)’s cargo back to Sitiawan. I wonder if this was a similar exercise before I came out last time. Hmmm.
Anyway, these are some pics of my Raya getaway!
My swining throne in Sitiawan
Kite flying with Papa! Wee!
Reconnected with the blacks and the whites!
Slippering around…hehe
Kudeh spoils me by letting me play his computer! Hee!
Introduction to C&C…
Day trip to Ipoh to meet up with Ah Ma and Ah Kong
More fellowship with Kudeh!
Papa and me….synchronised dreaming…
I still have not been able to figure out what it is about F1 sports that fascinates me so much. Papa has been trying very hard to get me to sit through football matches with him but I seem to light up significantly everytime I see an F1 car speed around on the teevee.
People say we sometimes grow fond of something if we feel a certain feeling of familiarity towards it. Thinking along these lines, perhaps there exists some striking similarities between F1 and who I am today.
1. Just like those F1 motor cars, I also enjoy running at top speeds around and round and round the house sofa.
2. I would liken my diaper changing activities to that of the F1 races whenever the cars make a pit stop to change tyres.
3. Those podiums that the winners stand up to at the end of each race sure reminds me of the stairs I simply love to climb every day!
4. Just like in F1, accidents are bound to happen too like incidences where I could not brake in time and just bumped into tables, chairs, people, etc.
5. Very much like all those F1 drivers, I strangely find myself frequently surrounded by beautiful ladies too. My electrifying eye technique must be working. J
I am beginning to believe that I was born to roll! Well, maybe I didn’t roll out from Mama’s tummy during my birth but I just can’t seem to get enough of this awesome action.
When I wake up from my slumber or get ready for bed, I always seem to have this tendency to roll around on Papa and Mama’s bed. More like lazing around in poetic motion, I call it..
Besides that, Ah Ma has also trained me well in rolling my tongue in various positions. No kidding.. So now I look forward to show it off to Ah Ma and also give her a progress report whenever we meet up. 
This is more like an evolution of my initial gangster grip (GG1) where I would grip my victims shirt by the neck collar. You see, I realized that I actually have TWO hands and I only need one of them to perform GG1. This would mean my other hand would be free to erm, grip other things! Wee!
Ahhh…sounds violence but I still think I look cute doing it.
“Boys will be boys…”
That is one statement that has still dumbfounded me. I keep hearing it mentioned, especially when I’ve performed some stunt or just being my rebellious self.
But, what does it actually mean? Boys will always be boys right? We don’t grow up to be girls right? Strange quote indeed. Adults sure can be weird sometimes.
I always believe that we should not only focus ahead on what we should do but also to focus higher in everything! That’s why you may sometimes catch me walking aimlessly because my eyes are not focused in front of me but above me…ahhh….not an easy art to perfect mind you, but after some minor knocks and bruises, I think I slowly getting there.
