Twee.

Hello everybody. Yes, I know I have been missing-in-action for many moons now (one, two, twee moons, I think.) I’ve been so busy growing up, it’s actually tiring. And my mama, well she’s just… lazy  overworked.

I turned twee recently, and I kinda like it. I’m taller now, not much heavier though, and I talk a lot lately. A lot of times people around me do not understand what I’m talking about, but that’s because I’ve mastered a smattering of English. The queen’s English, mind you, all thanks to watching CBeebies all day and night often. So that’s why my family find it hard to understand what I’m talking about, you see. They use Singlish lah, and at most a semblance of American English (no offence, Divya babe, being an American chica and all)…

I’m still the same ol’ gal I used to be when I was one or two- crazy about nutella (must have it on bread everyday!), crazy about boiled eggs (only the white, cos’ I’m health-conscious like that), crazy about DelMonte bananas, crazy about chocolates, and crazy about pretending to reading. I make up my own story (and words) based on the pictures I see. Sometimes the same book can have English words, or Malay words, or both, for all I care!

And when I read, you’d better be listening. My papa got a painful lesson on that when I lost my temper one day and tried to catch his attention by whacking him on the head with my hardcover book. Naughty Papa.

My Mama has given up trying to pry my pacifier(s) from my mouth. Haha. She has finally come to terms with it and accepted the fact that some things will happen when it decides to happen. No need to rush. Don’t worry Mama (my fave line these days), one day your dream will come true. I’m quite sure I won’t be going into Pri 1 with my puting. I hope.

My tantrums are still around, but since I’m TWEE now, the terrible-twos stage should be over by now. What’s so terrible about it anyway? I thought I was quite well-behaved really. Tsk. What the adults don’t know is that there’s such a thing called TERRIFYING-THREES hahahahha. Good luck to you on that, grown-ups.

My folks call me names sometimes, they call me ASB, a spin-off from my initials ASR. ASB means Angin Satu Badan- tsk- I don’t even know how to explain it in English. But basically it means I’m temperamental and mood-swingy. Wateva…….

And also because I memorized this ad (and a lot of other things on tv). Don’t know why my family is so easily amused- I recite an ad to them and they go gaga.

Talking about names, I can also tell you what my parents and aunties and grandparents’ names are if you ask me. Especially my Mama’s name- I can pronounce it even better than some of the the adults she knows- nicely pronounced as Fa-de-linah. And my Papa’s name is Lam-be-lee. How about that?

Okay gotta go for now. Lam-be-lee is calling me. Catch up with you folks later.
Oh, and Samat Awi Waya to one and all! Hope you get lots of green packets!!!