From an almost-daily column to a monthly publishing. What a great job my parents are doing yeah.
What I am saying these days :
'no, no, no.' 'nO!'
'you, eyes spoiled.'
'Daddy.... where are you.....?'
'no hanger.'
'up, mummy. I walk walk.'
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What I am saying these days :
'no, no, no.' 'nO!'
'you, eyes spoiled.'
'Daddy.... where are you.....?'
'no hanger.'
'up, mummy. I walk walk.'
'ok. ok. ok.' when I answer my parents to some of their instructions.
among many others. I am able to express into words what I need and want more understandabily to my parents. Which usually end with a 'no, no' from them.
You didn't think they would say 'yes', did you?
How I feel these days :
I feel sad when my parents switch off the tv while I am enjoying. They would say 'less tv. Your eyes will spoil.' I shed tears, not cry loud though, just shed tears because sad.
I usually listen to my mommy at once when she asks 'when's the hanger?'. I would tell her afterwards 'No hanger.'
I ate beef stew last weekend with very soft mussy rice. Nice.
I still love my ABC soup though.
Whenever My mom knows that my nose is about to run, She would pack me to nap.
She would give me back massage. I like. And I must say, the runny nose will not appear.
Well, at least for the last 2 times when I was in the 'yellow' zone. Otherwise you could see
my nose does wonders : they can blow bubbles.
My nose can blow bubbles. An old photo in Mar when I had my cold.
We went for an outing last Saturday at Raffles Place park.
My parents tried their luck to win a car for reading the daily newspaper.
No luck for them. But I enjoyed myself so did they. It was a breezy afternoon.
We park&ride. Daddy parked his car at Int'l Plaza, then rode the MRT train to Raffles Place park. A first for me with my father.
My father also used the train the same morning to go for his work. My mother
said he was like a child texting the awe he felt while he was in the train after
a long long time.
among many others. I am able to express into words what I need and want more understandabily to my parents. Which usually end with a 'no, no' from them.
You didn't think they would say 'yes', did you?
How I feel these days :
I feel sad when my parents switch off the tv while I am enjoying. They would say 'less tv. Your eyes will spoil.' I shed tears, not cry loud though, just shed tears because sad.
I usually listen to my mommy at once when she asks 'when's the hanger?'. I would tell her afterwards 'No hanger.'
I ate beef stew last weekend with very soft mussy rice. Nice.
I still love my ABC soup though.
Whenever My mom knows that my nose is about to run, She would pack me to nap.
She would give me back massage. I like. And I must say, the runny nose will not appear.
Well, at least for the last 2 times when I was in the 'yellow' zone. Otherwise you could see
my nose does wonders : they can blow bubbles.
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We went for an outing last Saturday at Raffles Place park.
My parents tried their luck to win a car for reading the daily newspaper.
No luck for them. But I enjoyed myself so did they. It was a breezy afternoon.
We park&ride. Daddy parked his car at Int'l Plaza, then rode the MRT train to Raffles Place park. A first for me with my father.
My father also used the train the same morning to go for his work. My mother
said he was like a child texting the awe he felt while he was in the train after
a long long time.
Feel great to be back in action in the blog.
Jay Min.
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