morgueville,heartland living.

i am, the weakest link. or so i found out today during dinner. dinner nowadays are unlike dinner yesterdays when there was kindred spirit on tv. gone were those days of tv-dinners. for the past tens years me and my sisters had our dinners served on those fanciful disney plates. you know, the one with kiddy characters on it and with three sections? mine's dumbo the elephant version. come to think of it, it's good quality. for ten bollock years! it never got scratched despite being in semi-hyperactive kids. now my china-man 'ba-ba' have been forcing us to sit down around the dining table and have dinners with china-bowls and chopsticks. and hear him and my mum reminisce. it was pure torture. my dad will somehow find some corny lame morals in these memories that 'we could later learn and use it wisely in our daily lives.'

but it has become interesting actually.

today. my ickle cousin xavier fell from climbing the windows in the living room. n needed 3 stitches on the chin. so one topic lead to another, we talked about those nolstagic times. about how much moolah my parents had to spend on our medical bills. and apparently, i was the biggest nightmare.

so i was weak. hmmm. my mum said i had bronchitis when i was a baby. and since my family was poor (my mum simply lurrve saying that.), we couldnt afford proper machinery. so every night my mum carried me to our nearby clinic and use the machines there. my mum said i was surprisingly calm. and there was another incident. one night, i rubbed my eyes till the pupil couldnt be seen! my dad was working night shift, leaving my mum in fright. and she panicked. ran to my neighbours who screamed, waking up the entire neighbourhood. my mum, who always exaggerates, said my pupil went to the opposite side of my eyes.

another incident i could remember vividly. this happened when i was in primary one. my mum bought us the round sour sweets. n it got stuck in my throat when my sister made me laughed. my mum panicked again. turning me upside down in vain to get the sweet out. so i was also weak on my digestive system, resulting in a moderately higher metabolism rate. and my skin is also uper sensitive. this i blamed it on scouting. they tortured me when i was in pre-puberty secondary one. didnt bath at a 5 days camp at pulau ubin. after that my skin had monstrous size mosquitoe bite-like marks all over my body that engulfed me for a year.

i love home dinners now.