I keep thinking of this gazillions of topics I want to write
about, but always, I would forget to write them down. I find that without
writing down stuff, sometimes, I cant remember a list. Its not just things of
yesteryear that seems to be a bit of a muggle but also something simple like a
grocery list. To be honest, When I was
younger, I could remember any topic and any date without having to write it
down somewhere( sometimes I do write down stuff, and then I forget just where I
did write them). Back then I was proud to be able to remember meticulous
details , sorta like that anne in the mamak when he takes our order for 16 people
and gets it right down to the correct milo-ais-tanpa-susu-tambah-milo.
Speaking of Milo, my milo- monster nephew’s memory reminds
me of that. One weekend, he hides his Hot Wheels behind the sofa, and 3 weeks
later(how do you even remember such things?) , we see him digging around, and
voila- there is a hidden car where we have been sitting everyday. Maybe I have
some princess and the pea syndrome, or maybe the cushion is just too thick. Hey,
at least I still remember where my keys are. Anyway, being an adult, I guess this
forgetfulness needs some excuse story.
Speaking of stories, remember a time when we loved all those
fairy tales? You can remember every line Ariel sang- and in Diplodocus’ case, every line Ariel said. Fairy tales being
pushed aside, my nephew’s latest craze is Shah Rukh Khan. To the point that
even his birthday cake had the movie Dilwale poster on it and he refused to
allow anyone to cut out SRK face from the cake. I mean, I loved the Backstreet
Boys in my hey-didley days but I don’t think I wanted to have their faces on my
cake. Orrrrrrr maybe I might have, it’s hard to imagine yourself 15 and Howie-crazy
again. Just like how I knew all the lyrics to “As Long as you love me” , my Nephew
can remember all the songs+moves of his favourite movie. Even his hair is the
exact replica of Mr. SRK . I don’t even recall the last movie SRK made, though
while watching the subtitle-less Dilwale couple of weeks ago, I had to
literally translate the entire movie for that milo chugging monster, and in some parts, I even needed to make background
stories to what was happening on screen. Kids today, they need to know
everything! At least, I still have my storytelling up to speed.
Speaking of speed, what is with kids and running? I am
pretty sure Nancy Regan said “This Boots are made for Walking”. And if running wasn’t
enough, lilmonster recently bought a pair of skates and that’s how he moves
around now. He basically got the whole “how it works” within 2 hours of getting
the skates(a much thank you to YouTube too) And here I was, trying my hand at making
an origami crane for the last 10 hours.
I mean, come on! You know what, deep down, I think I could have learnt those
skates in 5 minutes . Yeah, I am pretty sure of it. Unfortunately, they could
not fit my feet.
Speaking of feet, how is it that the smallest feet can make
the most noise? I mean the monster-kid nephew is just 7..and you can hear him
running from a mile away. He doesn’t seem to mind the noise even when you are
sleeping. Like every Sunday, at exactly 8am, when birds are chirping gently and
the world is still cradling in the off-day, there will be this sudden crash and
tsunami like wave hitting my bed and the next thing I know there are these 2
feet stabbing into my back forcing me to wake up and face the Hot wheels, Lego and
Shah Rukh Khan laden weekend. So I drag myself out of bed in my quiet feet, and
the pitter patter of the monster would have reached the playpen long before you
can say “where’s the coffee”.
But through it all, sometimes you just want to slow the time
down and watch them play and sometimes you just wonder where is the time gone.
Speaking of gone time, I suppose this entry should have come
in 2 months ago, and though it is a little bit late, I wish my little baby
nephew (I have aunt rights to call him baby FOREVER) a happy 7th birthday.
