The Cutest Thing

I came back on Thursday night expecting to surf blogs all night with no one looking over my shoulders. The next moment I knew, my sister pounded on my door as if there was a robbery going on in the main hall. Anxious, I pulled opened the creaky door to see my sister standing in the doorwat, ten-year-series in hand.

" Korkor, how to do this part ah?" she asked pointing her finger at a maths problem which looked like an argumentative essay on the potential problems youths face in the future.

"Need the back part only la!"

I pondered over the problem for a total of 30 seconds and my sister decided to play some trashy song by whats-his-name.

" Copied the answer at the back is it?" she taunted.

So I might have copied some answers for my biology ten-year series but mathematics? To suggest it was a joke.

The next minute or so told me why I took so long: The clue to the answer was in the first line of the question.

Back portion only.As if.

Feeling slightly thirsty, I saundered into an interesting sight in the kitchen.



" what are we having for dinner?" asked Papa Smurf.



" We just love the baos you make, mama smurf," the children echoed.

You may be wondering why my mum is wearing a blue cap (what do you call those things?). Well, that's because she washed her white one with her blue sweater yesterday and the dye ran.

Enough about smurfs already. I could almost hear their song in my head just by talking about them. la lalalalala....lalalalala.

My mum was actually preparing some sliced three-layered pork in all their fatty goodness to slot into the baos,which is just what you see in the picture.

Talking about my mum, I feel quite guility about not really celebrating Mothers' Day with her. In fact, to take a little guilt off myself I resolved to asking my friends( everytime one of them came online ) about what they did for Mothers' Day which inevitably came to nothing much.I like to declare at this point that I had duty on Saturday but that's not really an excuse is it?

Man, ain't I cute?

I remember when I was back in my grandparents' house sometimes my mother would come down to see me in the mornings before she left for work, fussing over how my breakfast was eaten and how I steady my every step was. Everytime the time came for her to leave I would pull her skirt( or trousers for that matter) ,crying for her not to go. Only an episode of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or a game of stacking consecutive dominoes and making them fall one after another could placate me then.

It was at my grandparents' house, however, that I had the closest encounter with death. It was New Year's day and everyone was in the hall,drinking coke, watching TV. I was a young kid and was curious about wires and electricity. Mimicking what I had seen my grandfather do a million times I stripped a pair of wires bare and connected it to a fan. I then stripped the other end and stuck them into two of the three holes of a socket. I flipped the switch on.

A spark leapt from wire to socket. Suddenly the TV swtiched itself off, fans slowed their spinning and the Rice Cooker stopped cooking. The chatting stopped. Within seconds, my mother noticed me gone and in what must have been the most terrifying half a minute of her life, found me quaking in fear in my grandparents' room.

Her face was ghostly pale. She touched me, her fingers cold.

"Son? you ok?" her voice quivered.

Nodding, she hugged me as I wondered which part of the process I did wrong.

I grew up happy, afraid that the police might catch me for the incident that day and not very fond of vegetables ( yes I am mostly carnivorous).

Four years later, my sister, Diana was born and I found myself in the same garden the first picture was taken.

Everybody say "Awwww". With more energy people!

Unlike me, my sister was brought up by a nanny my mother found in her block. She grew up loving soup.

Sadly,when I came home to live with my parents again, I was already Primary three.( with my Aunt as a teacher in my school! the horrors.)

My father apparently taught me to take photographs that day I was with my sister as well. His Camera was a an ancient device. There was a detachable flash unit and it took hours to charge up.I used to love listening to the flash,producing a pleasant high-pitched sound as it charged.

My first photograph!

Evidently, I remembered to click the film forwards too.

Post entry comment: Only bought recently, the blue "cap" wore by my mother is
supposedly made of mcrofibres and helps to dry her hair faster. I
wonder.