My First Haircut. And Bungee Jump.

Yo, wazzup dawgggg?

It’s been a long time since I updated this page, no thanks to Mama who’s been so busy. Thanks to me.
Yeah, I’ve been quite a handful these days- I’m moving around much more than ever, with my spanking new pair of trotters (I’m in that cruising stage).

Last Friday, my Mama brought me to a baby hairdresser at Vivocity for my hair to be cut. Duh.
And by saying baby hairdresser, I don’t mean that the hairdresser’s a baby; I meant she is a hairdresser for babies. And kids.
So here’s how my haircut went.

I wasted no time while my hair was being cut. No magazines or small talk for me. I had to continue with my work, clinching multi-million dollar deals, on my laptop.

From time to time I would look up to see how the lady was doing. Can’t fully trust ‘em adults, you know what I mean?

In the meantime, I’m tuned in to Barney, bringing me the latest chart-topping kiddie hits.

Eaaaaassyyyyyyyyy does it, lady…don’t mess with my bangs…

So, what do you guys think? I do look different right? RIGHT????

And then the day after that, last Saturday, I attempted my very first bungee jump. Well, I leapt off my parents’ bed and whaddya know? There wasn’t a single harness attached to my body. So I went THUDDDD onto the very hard floor. Yeowwchhh. A giant bump appeared on my cute forehead even before I could count to three, and it felt like it was gonna pop anytime soon. Well my Mama was SO SCARED it would actually pop that I was rushed to the hospital. Too bad she wasn’t delirious enough to call an ambulance or that would be quite an experience for me, wouldn’t it?

I’d never seen my parents so sad before. My Mama was crying and crying, and I didn’t know how else to react but cry, of course. The louder she cried, the louder I bawled. But as soon as we reached the hospital, there were so many people cooing at me and I was so happy. I forgot all about that funny feeling on my forehead.

Okay I don’t have pictures of my bungee-jump mishap, you sick people out there, because taking pictures was the LAST thing on my parents’ mind then. But here’s a picture of me a day after the accident. Enjoy (you SICK people out there!)

Okay look properly at my cute forehead. Can you see the dark-coloured patch? Well that’s called a B-R-U-I-S-E. The egg that was there the day it happened miraculously disappeared. Thank god or I would look SO UNCOOL at the weddings I had to attend that day.

So wouldn’t you say it’s funny, that I didn’t bungee jump all these nine months of my life, up till the day after I had my first haircut? My Tok Bak, Papa’s papa (???) jokingly said something about my ‘luck being on my hair’, that’s why I was unlucky after my hair got cut.
Hmm. I sure hope he’s joking, or else I would never allow anyone to cut my hair again. Ever.

Today is Saturday, exactly a week after my bungee jump. My Mama was acting all weird today, she kept on looking at me, holding my face and kissing that spot. I made my ultimate ‘pitiful’ look to rub it in, heh heh.
My Tok Ayah (Mama’s papa) took all of us out today, yippee, and he also took me on a kiddie ride.

I suspect Tok Ayah enjoyed the ride more than I did. Teehee.

And oh, did I tell you there are things stuck on my earlobes now? You can read all about it here. Well that was another shocking experience. Good thing it lasted for like, 3 seconds. But I think I look, teehee, sweeter now. RIGHT???

Thank you, Nenek Ibu, Mama’s mama (???) for the solitaires! Next time we’ll get the BIGGER ones, okay?

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