The Concert & The Musical

The boy was in the Kebemama closing performance, playing instrument. And all these while, he told me he was doing some ‘fighting’ dance. No wonder when I told him to dance nicely on stage that day, he wailed oh-so-loudly that he didn’t want to dance!

Next time don’t give Mama the wrong impression, boy!

Mr. Hubs said this year’s performance looked like not much effort were put into, except for one or two performances. I guess it had to be from last year’s numerous complaints – when the dinner and show dragged on for hours! But we’re okay with it, as long as the boy is developing confidence with these kind of activities.

And Cuci the Musical…

We had a blast!! It was indeed truly entertaining and we had a good laugh throughout the 4-hour show. Yes. It lasted almost 4 hours that night – too much ad-lib, so I guess we were lucky!

So yeah. It was a good weekend. How was yours?

 

p.s. Photos credit to Wani. More photos of the concert at her blog too.

The Photos

Most shots are from Pixel Exposures, and several from Azman Hizam Photography. Enjoy!

 

 

p.s. Someone commented I looked a little too ‘blue’ and not stripey enough. My bad. I forgot to plan in advanced what to wear, until I realized what I should be wearing were still in the laundry basket! *grins*

The Other One

Just to make known that I do have another blog hosted on blogspot, just because previously Mr Hubs can’t view wordpress from his office.

The posts does not start as early as this one does, but it’s up-to-date of course! So go on there if you prefer blogspot!

http://noordinarymomster.blogspot.com/

 

p.s. Another reason is because the free version of wordpress does not allow nuffnang ads! Menyesal pulak tukar to wordpress

The Language

Turning 4, the biggest milestone the boy has achieved so far is definitely the language. Being able to speak Bahasa Melayu (eventhough it sounds a bit weird most of the time – from depending too much on the translation of Cartoon Network!) he approaches most strangers now assuming they’d definitely understand BM than English.

The other night, while waiting for my turn at the hospital for a routine checkup, we heard him talking to a parent of a boy (at the play area) :

My Mak and Pak is over there…

And some time just before that night, he spoke to a sales person :

Itu Mama saya. Babah saya pergi Kuching.

I think the latter sounds so much better than the first! The usage of ‘Mak’ is ok, but ‘Pak’? I’d prefer it to be ‘My Mak and Bapak’, eventhough it still sounds funny since he doesn’t call us those except in one of his pretend plays!

I really need to record one of his conversations before it doesn’t sound so funny anymore…

 

 

p.s. I don’t like the fact that the translations for the cartoons sometimes uses the words ‘dungu’, ‘bangang’, ‘mangkuk’, ‘bodoh’ and such! Obviously the main viewers for the cartoons are children?!

Never in Motion

I am prone to motion sickness since small. I remember back in those days when no straight highways existed, the journey back to kampung or anywhere a little more than an hour would be dreaded. I’d have spare plastic bags in the car with me, and breaks in between to just grasp a breathe of fresh air was very much welcomed. And until now, I can never read a book, map or anything else in the car. The dizziness would just start.

Weirdly enough, I can read on a moving train, and on an aeroplane, eventhough I did have some shares of sickness when up in the air – but not every time.

As I grow older, the sickness subsided, but not entirely. I still puked on the boat trip with colleagues while in Norway. I still need to allow some not-so-fresh air into the cab, on the way from the hotel to the airport whilst on a business trip to Jakarta last year. So yeah, I’ve had my share of embarrassing moments due to my ‘sickness’. It’s never embarrassing with family members of course, but with strangers, I think it gives the impression like,

Lembiknya dia ni!

I am also very careful when selecting fun rides to go on – after several puking and everlasting headache sessions I had for still wanting to try!

And why am I writing about this?

Just because I was out with some colleagues to visit another colleague on maternity leave, and decided not to drive myself. Her driving was pretty impatient with loads of braking here and there, resulting in loads of head movement (and brain jumble up of course!). At the end of it, I came out a dizzy woman.

And now, I have never been more thankful I don’t have to tolerate with that kind of driving every day.