One of the things I like is when I get out of the house, I sneak out with Daddy and get him to buy me things…guilty as he can be… well, he came back last week and I managed to cry my way out so that he can bring me to the NIGHT MARKET.

Yes…Night Market…also known as the Pasar Malam where you get everything in the Wet and Dry market, sold by people all over, just like the one in Folkstone Kent every Sunday when I was in UK and where I will get my dose of Chippies and Fish….and games…

Of which, dad was quite annoyed at me with the people selling hot stuff, hot oil in the pans and I will run to see my Cucuq, aka Keropok Lekor..but dad had none of those for me that day….so it’s to the stinky market at Pasar Kulim for the Night Market and he wants to buy FISH… Big fish… showed me live fish.. still flipping away..them cat fish which I like to eat…

Then I saw toys round the corner and daddy dragged me away …because he cannot afford the toy helicopter which was whizzing about..think was about 20 Singgits ..yiu know those blue tickets with the face of an old man… bus ticket like… Daddy say them are Ringgits..but it’s Chingits the same…

So it’s the Stinky Fish….and what I saw… was cheap cheap baby chicken… yellow chicken… so I want one..and daddy bought me one… but I also want the penguin… so he said he will get me later. But silly me..I broken my chicken leg. Broken… bounce bounce not so bouncy… OOOH NOOOO!

Trouble is… even when Daddy bought me a big BeeaMooh Meemo from Damansara..I still want something else…after all, I spend what my daddy has…it’s the same…. Daddy sure let me have what I want….

See what I mean and mommy has another big treasure chest of big TY Babies ..which she hides from me because the last treasure I got and found..I tore the ears out…silly me..I chew it all.. raff raff like a doggie dog dog…

Mommy site is down because of something…not my problem… but then I will say…I don’t mind much…as long I get what I need.

TTFN… It’s back to Playhouse Disney 613.Or was it Higgly Town?

I would turn four this coming November 23rd, and in one day, we would be celebrating Syawal! Of course those two are in no way related, but I just wanted to remind myself that I am getting older! And taller hehe.. I am not sure why we are going to celebrate Syawal, truth be told, but I am sure Mommy and Daddy would enlighten me when I am bigger.

But anyway, I would like to wish all those aunties and uncles out there “Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri from me, Mommy, Daddy and the rest of the family”.

Drive safely while heading out to your kampung, and be aware of those very irresponsible drivers, ya . Selamat memandu pulang ke kampung!

That was me in the car seat. Obviously, Mommy took this photo while she was at the front seat. Duh.

But anyway, see me pouting there? Mommy remembered that I just woke up from my slumber, ditto my very dreamy and a little bit confused face. I was going to stretch, Mommy said, or rather, I did stretch! I always stretched whenever I woke up from sleep, even when I was smaller.

Mommy also told me another interesting story of us in the car. Apparently, I wailed my eyes out earlier probably because I wanted to go to sleep, but my eyes would not obey since we were looking out onto the sea. Yes, we probably were going to the beaches, though Mommy didn’t remember which one, she said.

And this photo was taken when I was twenty one months old when this photo was taken, in August 2006. Look at my hair. Frankensteina in the making, doncha think? And look at my yummy tummy. Mommy said I love my soy milk.

Very, very much. He he he…

Mommy missed these photos. These should be put up here couple of weeks ago, while Mommy chronologized all my photos. But it’s OK. These were taken around the last week of March, 2006, so that makes me around 16 months old.

As you can see, I made myself pretty much comfortable around the house, especially on this leather sofa. It was quite comfortable, and Mommy loved it because it was pretty much stain-proof. I would usually eat my strawberries over there, and get the red stains all over myself, the sofa included.

All Mommy gotta do was take a damp towel, and wipe it clean.

Easy peasy, like what Jamie Oliver would say.

I would usually plopped myself down and watch Balamory over the telly. Or whatever that caught my fancy, actually.

I would share the sofa with Mommy and Daddy if they were nice to me. And we shared the sofa most of the times, so you could say that Mommy and Daddy had usually been nice towards this little princess tot. Heh heh..