Night Out at Vivo

I woke up early today to go to my Nenek’s house in Teban. Apparently, my Mama had made an appointment with a massage therapist (‘not makcik urut’, she says) to have her body pummelled and twisted and brutalized. Adults do the weirdest things sometimes.

Needless to say, after being tortured like that (Mama was writhing in pain on the massage bed- when I saw this I whimpered so that the lady who was torturing her would stop, but she didn’t!) Mama was knocked out. The lady even said that Mama may come down with fever; it usually happens after a rigourous massage like the one she had (more like battering to me!) Good thinking on my part- I pretended to sleep when it was my turn to be tortured. No thanks, lady. I don’t need no massage.

At long last, Mama woke up, so off we went to Vivo. Funnily enough, it was me who eventually came down with a slight temperature. I was sneezing quite a bit, and before long, I felt all funny and feverish.

But was I ’subdued’? ‘Weak’? ‘Lethargic’?

Hell NO.

I walked a great deal. No hand-holding please, I can manage very well on my own. *beams*

I try to walk as far away as possible from The Adults. But before long, Papa blew my cover (of pretending to be an adult too) and managed to catch me. Dang it.

I even had the energy to wail and bang on the closed sliding doors at Crocs, my favourite shop. (The colours drive me CRAZY and I go wild trying to arrange and rearrange all the shoes!)
“LET ME IN!” I said in my Baby language, “I’M WEARING YOUR SHOES!” but they refused to let me in. The NERVE.
I’ll get back at you one day for this injustice, Crocs Crew- I’m gonna mess up your displays BIG TIME!

Then we went to Gloria Jean’s coffee. This is me, with my favourite hand sign.
It means…. wait- I don’t know what it means. I just do that sign whenever I feel like it.

Atuk: Eeeekkkkk!!!! Are you picking your nose, Aurelia Sarah?
Me: NO!!!! OF COURSE NOTTTT ATUK! That’s so EEEWWWWW!!! *hides giant booger in Mama’s cake*

I even got Papa to take a picture of me with Atuk in front of a Christmas tree which I think is quite ‘LaWAAAA!!!!’ (Nice). By the way, ‘LaWAAA!!!’ is my fave phrase these days.  

Fever didn’t stop me from playing catch with Atuk! You cannot catch me, nyeh nyeh nyeh! 

My Nenek Ibu and Mama. LaWAAAA!!!!! (Can I get another funky crocs, Mama?)

Mama trying to ’soothe her pain’ with the Chocolate Royale cake. She looks beat, doesn’t she?

Then it started- Mama started to make silly, twisted faces at everyone (we ignored her of course.) I think it could only be two things that caused her to be like this. (1) the chocolate cake+ toxic booger (mine), or perhaps (2) the massage therapist (“NOT MAKCIK URUT!” mama insists again) had hit a wrong nerve in her head. Poor Mama.

So that was our evening at Vivo. I still had a fever when we got home, and Mama’s been force-feeding me with awful medicine. I put up a fight to stay awake till 2am, just to prove to her that I’M ALRIGHT. (She really DOES worry too much!) Anyhow, I hear she’s gonna bring me to a baby doctor tomorrow, for the fever, and also to check up on my ’lack of appetite’.

I told you she worries too much.