The Pampered

We stayed over at mum's place, and the house became alive with Zayed's cooes and cries. Last night, as he fell fast asleep, we decided to steal some time away to watch the mindless Harold & Kumar sequel - totally obscenely hilarious. I marvelled at how the far M18 rating has come from the R(A) days.

There's something about mindlessness which is addictive, and it's all in this movie. I watched the first one four years ago, and this movie is basically a rehash of the old one with different settings, characters, moral story etc - Sorry, no moral story here. The producers just say that a few bad eggs within the American civil service make the whole country look like a bunch of baffoons, but actually they are nice folks, and they have a cool President. The lead actors did a good job, like the previous one - totally into the role and enjoying it (at least Kumar).

After the movie, we swung over to the very popular Rex MacKenzie chicken rice stall at Prinsep Street. They are so busy there, they didn't see us coming. So we had to get the menu ourselves and order with an auntie who suddenly realised we were sitting on the table meant to cut cucumbers for the chicken rice. The side dishes relatively cost a bomb, but overall, the food's pretty good. The hotplate beancurd is a winner. For an old outfit fitted with old aunties, they even have a website.

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Today was wonderfully lazy Vesak Day holiday. Mom cooked a coconut-milk laden lunch (the coconut rice, chicken curry, mixed vegetables) which put my wife to a brief sleep. I fought the sleepy feeling because I wanted to surf the net. But I lost the battle and slept briefly on the couch, as Zayed fed on non-coconut milk, called Similac.

It always pains my mother (and mother-in-law, for that matter) when we leave the house with Zayed in tow. They would miss the cries and baby-talk, and all things related to Zayed, including his soiled diapers. We returned to HQ Kim Tian today, where in a few short minutes, Zayed's other grandmas came to visit him. It took a while for him to get his bearings right - "Whoa! All these grandmom's are fussing over me! YES! I'm feeling L.O.V.E.!"

Tomorrow we're going to tonsure his head. Nope, there's no malice here. Simply, his hair is growing and I think it needs to be short. Might as well tonsure it to get 'air' his scalp and make him feel comfortable for a few days, since he perspires a lot.