Love Me, Love Me Not

Shaw Feng: Do you love daddy?
Kayrin: Yes, yesterday.

The Budding Photographer

Kayrin is starting to be a photographer. She grabs the Sony camera off our hands as soon as she sees us with them. Her efforts have been very good so far, better than daddy's on some days, I'd say ;)

Check these out. All by Kayrin.

May Be Later?

`May Be Later?' is Kayrin's favourite phrase for now. Prodded to take a shower, go to bed or stop playing the computer, she will turn around and say that with an innocent smile.
Shaw Feng and I were fooled, for a while. Once Shaw Feng loses his patience though, the cane comes out. Not something I agree, as capital punishment when overused doesn't leave much effect among the kids.
At 4 a.m. this morning, Kayrin woke up and asked for milk (her third for the night because she had gone to bed before 7 pm last night.) After her drink, I threw her her bolster. It hit her face.
`That was rude,' she said. `Don't do it again tomorrow.'
I had to meekly agree after apologising.

Marrying

Dateline: Saturday, Sept. 30
Venue: Roti Canai place in Puchong Jaya

Kayrin: Mommy, I want to marry you.
Me: Afraid not, darling. mommy's married to daddy.
Kayrin: Daddy, can I marry you?
SF: You can't 'cos I'm married to mommy.
Kayrin: Who do I marry then?

Pine Cone Hotel aka Lone Pine

Pine Cone Hotel, that's what Kayrin re-named Lone Pine to be after we checked in on Sept. 25! Three nights in that quaint hotel that has the distinction of being the oldest in Batu Ferringhi was just the balm I needed. The beach was right in front of the hotel, the lawn kept bare and spacious, the casuarina trees grown tall.
http://www.lonepinehotel.com/suite.htm
As a teenager passing by Batu Ferringhi, I'd often ask when I'll get the chance to stay at Parkroyal or Rasa Sayang. Now, the charm of Lone Pine lures me more than that of the spanking new hotels we get to stay in when travelling for work. This, after all, isn't work. It's fun time with Kayrin and Shaw Feng.
And we had the company of a great old friend too, Heng Hou, for our food sojourns into the city, in Swatow Lane, and to Teluk Bahang's seafood shack.

Trapped

My two-week holiday culminated with a drama at home -- Kayrin trapped in the study yesterday.
Jack was giving me a haircut in the backyard, Shaw Feng had slipped out to buy food and Wati was with Kayrin in the study when the cheeky one decided to shut the door and press the button on the knob when Wati walked out.
The next thing I remember was Kayrin saying "Let me out, let me out," and my rushing into the house with the cape around my neck and my hair in clips.
The room keys didn't work. Thank goodness for the Internet. A search on Google for the Malaysian phone directory got me there, and another search on "Locksmith Puchong" on the Yellow Pages got me a number. Another call and I got through to a locksmith on a date in Subang Jaya. The locksmith arrived at our house with the girlfriend in tow. After a few tries, he said the lock was jammed, so he broke the lock.
Amid all this, Kayrin played calmly with her little kitchenette in the study after giving up on our pleadings to "turn the knob". She even helped by tugging a water pipe Shaw Feng had slipped under the door, and she pulled the pipe over the knob, slipped the end through the door again to Shaw Feng. All that failed to work. At one point before the locksmith arrived, she declared she needed to poo-poo. Thank goodness her old red potty (and thank goodness she doesn't use some fancy potty) just managed to get through the grill at the windows!
Ah Wah the locksmith got her out at about 7.30 p.m., two hours after her ordeal started, and he had the distinction of being the first into the room that was stinking because of her poo! She didn't cry at all in the room, to her credit. This whole episode reminds me of Woan and Lyan being trapped in the bedroom in the Taman Hajjah Halimah house in Baling as well. They must have been aged three plus too. Pa had to use the car-jack to widen the window steel bars and get me in to unlock the door.