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Music Lessons

Sometimes, I really appreciate the fact that I have an older brother to look up to and learn stuff from. I have to admit it is not an easy task growing up so it’s always a good thing and a blessing to have someone close to follow.

Like in recent weeks, Koko Collin would readily insist that he would sing with me in the car in his effort to teach me new words and also teach me how to sing.

The result? Some funny but believable duet, like the following..

Collin: Do, a deer, a female..

Me: Deer!

Collin: Ray, a drop of golden..

Me: Sun!

Collin: Me, a name I call my..

Me: Self!

Collin: Far, a long long way to..

Me: Run!

Collin: Sew, a needle pulling..

Me: -read!

Collin: La, a note to follow..

Me: So!

Collin: Tea, a drink with jam and..

Me: -read!

Collin: That will bring us back to…

Me: DO!

—-

Collin: Jesus, you’re my superhero

Me: Ro..

Collin: You’re my star, my best fri-

Me: End!

Collin: Better than Spiderman, better than Superman, better than Batman, better than Ben 10..

Me: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…

—–

Collin: Kookaburra sits on the old gum..

Me: Tree!

Collin: Merry merry king of the bush is..

Me: He!

Collin: Laugh, kookaburra..

Me: -augh!

Collin: Kookaburra gay your life must be..

Me: Ha, ha, ha!

Collin: Kookaburra sits on the old gum..

Me: Tree!

Collin: Counting all the monkeys he can see..

Me: Stop!

Collin: Kookaburra..

Me: Stop!

Collin: Kookaburra, that’s no monkey that’s..

Me: Me!

Collin: Caitlynn Cheah!

Me: Mama Cheah, Papa Cheah, Koko Cheah, Auntie Cheah, Bearbear Cheah, Ah Feet Cheah…

Collin:?!

 

Lessons from Silent Night: Peaceful

God’s Spirit makes us loving, happy, peaceful, patient, kind, good, faithful, gentle and self-controlled (Galatians 5:22; CEV)

Silent Night – Third Day

Another thing I like about the Christmas season is learning and listening to a whole lot of Christmas songs. My favourite to date is the one called Angels We Have Heard On High, but I prefer to call it Gloria. Even Caitlynn can sing to that one! Hee!

Anyway, one of those days, Papa was playing some Christmas songs from this band called Third Day, when I heard this lovely live rendition of Silent Night…

Me: Papa?

Papa: Yes, Collin?

Me: What song is this Papa?

Papa: This song is Silent Night.

Me: Sky the Night?

Papa: No…it’s called SI-LENT NIGHT

Me: Orh…Silent Night.

Papa: Yes, Collin…Silent Night.

Me: What is Silent, Papa?

Papa: Silent is *Shhhhhhhhh*

Me: Huh?

Papa: Shhhhhhhh…as in staying quiet…

Me: Orh…staying quiet.

Papa: Yup.

Me: Staying quiet like staying peaceful, right?

Papa: Yes, Collin.

Me: Just like my memory verse number five…

Papa: What’s that, Collin?

Me: God’s Spirit makes us loving, happy, PEACEFUL, patient, kind, good, faithful, gentle and self-controlled. Like that lor.

Papa: That’s right, Collin! :-D

Meatasaurous

The bird lay still. All alone.

Unguarded. Undefended. Unwanted.

But so inviting.

 

I circled it once. Twice.

Would it be too much to circle it thrice?

Still no movement from the bird.

It all felt a little too weird.

I was so sure it was calling out to me.

A desperate wail. A merciful plea.

Take me! Take me! I could hear.

It became louder as I drew near.

A whiff of its aroma then covered my senses.

Temptation. Attraction. Time for Action.

 

Nimbly I climbed up the chair.

Cornering the bird, it didn’t seem fair.

It didn’t see me coming

My hands and mouth, my everything

Mode was on Attack.

Definitely no turning back.

It stood no chance. The poor chicken.

I was swift. precise. efficient.

Almost zero on being lenient.

Yet another victim at the table.

Another encounter quite memorable.

That ended with a victory that tasted so delicious

In the hands of the one and only…

..Meatasaurous!!

Finger lickin' good!

 

 

 

Little Line Dancer!

 

Oh Bicycle, My Bicycle!

Oh Bicycle!

I see you everyday. So miserable in every way.

Propped against the grilled door. You must be sad for sure.

So dusty. So rusty. So frust-ty…

Oh Bicycle!

Oh Bicycle!

I feel your pain. Your loneliness. Your alienation.

Your desire to get ready for some action!

But alas! I cannot do anything. Surely not any cycling..

You are still far too big for me.

To handle. To ride. To sit and see.

Oh Bicycle!

Oh Bicycle!

Would you wait for me? To release you from your misery?

For me to grow bigger. And stronger. And taller.

I hope you have patience too. It may be along way to go.

I still need to develop my skills. 

Before I can take you out for thrills.

And I also need patience.

And practice. And practice. And practice.

On my trusty three-wheeler

Oh Tricycle!

C-Pop Hip Hop

I love to dance. Yup, and I am not ashamed to say it! One of my favourite genre genres is hip hop, probably influenced from watching too much of the Korean channel on Astro..:-p

Anyway, here is one such exclusive clip of my unique brand of K-Pop C-Pop hip hop dance routine..hee!

 

Baby Rapper

Yo! Listen up…this is a rap

Ya gotta trust me, it ain’t no crap

Word from a toddler? Ya better believe it

The rap’s here to stay, I ain’t gonna quit! 

The name is Caitlynn, it ain’t no mouthful

But if it is, you can call me ‘princess’ too

I love to dig all kinds of music, moving to the beat

While maintaining my baby face, all cute and sweet 

I’m such a sucker for plush toys, both big and small

Wish I had more hands than Doc Ock so I can grab em all!

I can really scream too, if you didn’ t know

Just snatch a toy from me, for a mega decibel show… 

I love to snack and munch all the time

Hey, last time I checked, it ain’t no crime

The crunchier it is, the bigger the satisfaction

Yeah, my teeth were certainly created for action!

That’s just a snippet of who I am

A simple girl who also loves the glam

If you see me smiley, I can be totally huggable

If you know me more, I addictively adorable!

Splashing Poetry

To me, taking a bath is like poetry….you’d need to enjoy and savour every last drip of water to achieve maximum satisfaction….this is me, splashing to poetry in motion…

Bearber Fever

I think they got it all wrong. Huggable bear soft toys should be a girl’s best friend. At least for me, I guess..:-p

And as luck would have it, I find myself constantly drowned with so many of such bears! From big to small, soft and furry to squeezable ones, to those that smell like strawberries, I’m so totally surrounded with them. Good thing I love bears!

So, here is my customised version of some recent hit, specially dedicated to all my bearbears, as I would affectionately call them..:-D

BearBear

You know you love me, I know you care
Just shout whenever, and I’ll be there
You are my love, you are my heart
And we will never, ever, ever be apart

And I was like bearbear, bearbear, bearbear, oh
Like bearbear, bearbear, bearbear, no
Like bearbear, bearbear, bearbear, oh
I know you’d always be mine, mine…

Bearbear, bearbear, bearbear, oh
Like bearbear, bearbear, bearbear, no
Like bearbear, bearbear, bearbear, oh
I know you’d always be mine, mine

Caitlynn’s Dictionary: Paparazzi

Paparazzi -- Overexposure and extreme attention-grabbing melodious repetitions of the word ‘Papa’ which causes much joy and delight to the ears.

 

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