3 Little Words

Yesterday as Jesse was about to go to bed, he looked me in the eye, gave me a little monkey smile and said, "I love you, Daddy".

That was yesterday. Today, I'm still grinning ear-to-ear.

Love in Spurts

Occasionally, Mae and I have one of those soul-searching, mind-bending conversations. Okay, okay, most other times we just talk rubbish, but last night, it was one of those.

"Do you think that it's possible to love someone in one continuous flow over time," I ask the wife, in a moment of brilliance, "or do people love each other in little spurts and spatter?"

"Well?"

"Erm..." this was a tough one for her.

"C'mon," I demanded, "which is it?"

"Erm... you answer first lah!" It was a cheap shot, cop-out answer. It was also the kind of non-commital answer you would expect from a lawyer. (Yes, honey, you can sue me for that if you like... Hahha! ) But there in her non-answer, was her answer.

I don't think humans have the emotional capacity to love one another without taking a break. Admit it, I'm clever and you agree with me. :)

Veins of the Vain

Of late, my little monkeyboy has become very conscious of the way he looks. Jesse is quite the vain little fella. These days, he makes a stand on what he'd like to wear. Or at least he tries.

In a recent episode, Roma had attempted to put on a blue jersey on the boy. He protested violently, kicking and screaming, and resisting. "Black shirt," he decrees amidst the sobs. "Black shirt," he cried, indicating that he'd much rather wear his black little rocker t-shirt rather than any goody-two-shoes baby-blue tee. He also determines what colour pants he'd like to wear for the day, and what shoes to match the ensemble.

Of course there are the good days when we pick out exactly what he wants to wear. That's when the boy will strut around the house proclaiming proudly, "So handsome." Or when he's feeling a little whimsical, then it's, "So cute."

Yes, his mother's veins of vanity courses through his own. :) Then again, his need to be beautiful could very well stem from my side of the family. Most likely my dad - his gramps.

Dad wears boots all the time cos it adds two inches to his stature. He also wears slims shirts and slim pants because is offers him a svelte silhouette. To further enhance its effect, he wears them black.

And then there's his hair which is always perfect styled. Also perfectly dyed. Midnight black. Heh.

Dad's also a firm believer of cologne, gallons of it - just in case, I assume, should he ever bump into a blind person who may not be able to appreciate his beauty visually, they can still do so... erm... olfactorily.

With influences like these, it's pretty clear to see where things might be headed for Jesse. By next year, I fully expect the boy to ask for cash to do his own shopping.

Mini Cliques

After some three months of school, Jesse has settled in pretty well. So well, in fact, that he's got his own little posse of other little guys to hang out with. Imagine that!

The resourceful wife had managed to get her hands on a list of Jesse's classmate from Teacher Lavender. With the info, she starts prompting the boy to identify his homies. "Is David your friend?" she asks the boy, to which he repeats the name. He knows a David. "Gabriel?" No reaction. She proceeds. And so on and so forth.

The boy identifies a David and a Jordan as his friends. Armed with this newfound knowledge, Mae consults the Teacher.

"Really, those two?" Lavender pondered, "He likes the quiet ones, eh?"

I guess he does. And I guess birds of a feather do flock together, even at such a tender age. Jesse is a bit of a shy kid. Which is probably why he's hanging out with the nerds more reserved kids - his quiet little clique of like-minded little boys.

I wonder why that is. I sort of remember being a bit of a hellraiser as a kid. But then, I'm inclined to believe that the memory tends to glamourise the past to make up for a boring existence. Heheh No such luck for Jesse though. It's all recorded here on the internet. Poor kid.

Baby Love

baby-friendly

Jesse's got a little sister.

She's small, plasticky (and quite icky, thanks to the millions of kids who have had their paws all over her) and sits in a shelf in the far corner of Toys 'r Us, 1 Utama. And every time big brother comes to visit, he'll make his way to her shelf, pick her up and cuddle her. And ocassionally when he spots a little stroller close at hand, he'll even take her for a stroll around the place.

And whenever it was time to go home, he'd reluctantly part ways with her. "Bye-bye, baby," he'd whisper to her gently as he planted a loving little kiss on her forehead. (Euww... I know, I know! Icky.)

Still, it's quite a sight, his devotion to her.

I used to fear that Jesse would get jealous should Mae and I ever have another. But perhaps my fears are unfounded after all. And perhaps it's time to fire up the ol' oven. Hehheh...

Together-Gather

Last Friday I turned 36. I also decided that I'd spend it in the company of strangers at the Together-Gather Bloggers Party. One year older but none the wiser, I guess. Hahah!

But the party was a blast, except for the 2 hour jam leading to it. Still, kudos to the organising committee, especially Committee Chairman Wingz. All hail to the chief!

We met a whole bunch of people. Some old acquaintances. Some we've known through their blogs, but never met. Some completely new to us. Some people, we didn't manage to meet. That's mostly my fault. Despite displaying psychotic tendencies here on my blog, I am an excruciatingly reclusive person. Oh well.

Next year, count me in again. I'll try harder then.

P/S: To lazy to name names and link links. Sue me.

7 Tips For Choosing Your Maid

Come May, Roma's contract expires and it would be time for her to go home. And so today, Mae and I went to the agency to select a new maid. While the process is not an exact science, there are rules to follow. Remember you read it here first:

7 TIPS FOR SELECTING YOUR DOMESTIC HELP

1. Always look at the eyes. If your maid looks psychotic, she probably is and will castrate your husband and kill you in your sleep should you ever piss her off.
2. Beware the slut. If your maid looks slutty, she probably is and will seduce your husband, your postman, your garbage collector and your neigbourhood bread man. On the other hand, your mails will never get lost, your garbage bin will be spotless and you get free bread.
3. Guess her age. If your maid is 25, she is probably only 19. If she is 21, then you're looking at a minor. But if she's 28, then she's probably 48. If she's older than 30, chances are she's older than your mother-in-law and will probably behave like her too.
4. No beauty queens. If your maid is hot, you might find your bastard husband sneaking off to her room in the middle of the night. And suddenly you'll wonder why your brothers, father-in-law and your male cousins are visiting you so often.
5. Size does matter. A heavily built maid or one with a large frame will most certainly overpower you in a power struggle. Your death will be senseless and stupid, but most deserving.
6. Maid in Malaysia. If your maid has been to Malaysia a lot, chances are she would have established an underground network of renegade maids who will overthrow your household and take you hostage.
7. Outgoing type. If your maid has indicated in her biodata that she prefers working at eateries, she'll probably run away from your home to work at the local Pub Dangdut. If she's hot and slutty too, you can be sure your bastard husband will suddenly acquire a taste for Dangdut.