I have two big bags of Hello Kitty and Dear Daniel toys in my storeroom, thanks to the McDonald’s promotion in 2000.  I remember going round various Big Ms around the island  just to get my hands on the Japanese feline sets every week.

Actually I don’t know why I was so crazy about them at that time.  But I recalled thinking then that I can pass these toys to my daughter in the future.

So fast forward eight years down the road and I have a five-year-old son.  Never have I imagined I would be introducing my collection of Hello Kitty and Dear Daniel toys to my boy now.  But thanks to Kids Central, he is now smittened with the kitty with no mouth.  And he’s even mimicking the way the kitty speaks, complete with the feline squeal!

*slaps forehead*

I returned home to find a few characters waiting to celebrate my birthday with me sometime this week.  My husband and my boy invited them of course! Though these characters don’t exude human warmth, their presence certainly added plenty of cheer.   And midway while we were eating the cake, my husband suddenly exclaimed to the boy,”WE FORGOT TO INVITE DORAEMON!” which got us all laughing like crazy!

Anyway, about two weeks back, a few of my teens defined 50 years old as old age in one of their slides. I almost threw the chair I was sitting at them.

Because if what they said is true, then I’m not too far away from being called an old fogey myself!

Nabei.

The man went for a minor surgery to have a sebaceous cyst removed from his face and the recovery is turning out more complicated than I expected.  He has to stay away from the sun, which means he has to be indoors for most part of the day.  So I’m now his chauffer, delivery and errand girl, on top of being his caregiver. 

Little wonder why I’ve been so busy.

And while I don’t mind doing things for him, I really don’t enjoy listening to him describing about the ops because my knees literally go weak whenever I hear about needles, knife and blood.   Yet he insist on sharing those gory details, making me all squirmish and uncomfortable.

Gosh, why on earth did I have to pick a sadist for a husband?

Anyway, I’ll try to tolerate it in view of his current affliction.  I’ll wait till he’s fully recovered and then I’ll make sure he get to find out the true meaning of SUFFERING SUCCOTASH!

Grooved to 4 minutes.  Hard candy isn’t so tasty.  But Madonna is sure hot! 

Watched Iron Man with the boys.  Robert Downey Jr is incredibly sexy!  And I’m gonna name my next toy Pepper!

I was talking to a friend last week and being in the same line, we ended up griping about the teens we work with.  Whilst I’ve said that I like working with them, but I’ve never mentioned about those rare ones who are totally obnoxious.  Respect doesn’t seem to be a word that exist in their limited vocabulary.

Well, I’ve had my fair share of dealing with a few of these teens before but I’ve always tried to be as patient as I can.  Teenage angst is something I understand totally as I was once the rebel that all teachers would love to dispose of.  But sometimes, these kids do get on my nerve and when that happens, they’ll get a taste of my wrath.  I can get pretty snarky if I want to. 

However, the thing I always work towards is to reconcile with them at the end, to make them understand why it’s important for them to fit into the system.  And I’m happy to say that it usually turns out well.

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