Another letter to my unborn son….
My dear Son
It has been 12 months since the last letter I had written to you. Father Day is here again and I am still celebrating it without you. Daddy would like to let you know that Mummy and I had worked very hard during the last 12 months to call for you. The fact that this blog had seen little posting testify to that. You may ask why? Well, for the simple reason the time I write and post coincide with the time I call for you.
I don’t know why you are still not here. Maybe you are concern with the bad publicity of people taking pictures of other people private parts in public toilets and changing rooms. Don’t worry, if ever your kukujiao were to be “snapped” and posted on the internet, Daddy will ask uncle Ah Tak to photoshop your KKJ to look bigger and longer. We can’t beat the internet but we can alter the world wide web perception of you.
Son, I am writing to you to tell you a few developments in little dot that are not to your advantage. Prices of stuff in this island is going up a lot recently, NETS , GST, cable TV, COE, housing. But don’t worry son, we are not financially in distress of any kind. Just that if you delay your decision to come, the only X-BOX I can afford is those made of paper and the only Toyotas you are able to sit on are those from the taxi company!
The other development that will have a material impact on you is the government decision to increase the population by 50% over the next few years. You may ask how is that going to affect you. Well, as you know, the general population is underproducing to the tune of 1.26 for every couple. The government is going to make up the number by bringing in a lot of readymade talents from the neighbouring countries. As we are also trying to increase our family population by 50%, your Mummy is already toying with the idea to adopt you like what uncle lee is doing. If that happen, Daddy is not sure whether I will feel the same for you or not.
Auntie Zara Mama had recently advised Daddy to take some Guinness before calling for you. She said it will increase the drive. Although I am not an alcoholic drinker, Daddy & Mummy really love you and we will give it a try. So if you are reading this letter in a few years time, don’t forget to thank auntie Zara Mama. You can take this opportunity too to get acquainted with Zara and Zaria. They maybe too old to be your girl friends but they are wonderful people. The least you can do is put them on your MSN list.
Before Daddy pen off, I will let you in on a little secret. Recently Daddy realizes that my contribution to the ingredients that go into the making of you is running low. Maybe Daddy work too hard to prepare for your coming or it is just plain physical deterioration on my part. You have the news and the facts. Daddy knows the odd is against you but then, you just got to give it the extra oomph! The ball is in your court, Son!!
Son, let me remind you again not to forget to bring your KKJ! Why? – you may ask. Remember uncle Ah Tak? He only knows how to photoshop KKJ!
Happy Father Day!
An open letter to my unborn child….
Yesterday was father’s day. I had celebrated another father’s day without you. Do you know that it is actually embarrassing to celebrate father’s day without you. You may be wondering how come daddy and mummy got married for nearly two years and we still haven’t called for you. Please be assured that we love you and would very much like to have your company. Let daddy explain to you.We didn’t call you in the first year because we would like to settle a few important issues like why your mummy liked to squeeze the tooth paste in the centre instead of at the end of the tube. After we settled the important issue of where to squeeze the tooth paste, your mummy complained that the kitchen and the toilet were dirty. You may wonder what the toilets and kitchen got to do with you. Son, it has everything to do with you. Mummy did not want your food to be prepared in an old and presumably dirty kitchen.
Son, you will spend the first few years of your life making a mess of yourself. Your mummy will have to clean up after you, and she thinks we better renovate the toilet as well, as you and her are going to spend a lot of time in the toilets. Because renovation needed money, daddy had to give up the notion of buying that 500cc new golf driver that daddy had been eyeing for a long time. So, when you grow up and stare down at the toilet bowl in the toilet, imagine you are peeing into the 500cc golf driver that daddy always wanted but never had.
We always want the best for you, son. According to an East Asia survey, Singapore is the best place to have a baby. In another survey, the finding showed that a lot of youngsters here would like to be borne “white”. Although daddy cannot make you “white”, 1 out of 2 is not too bad, right? Mummy always worry that Singapore is too competitive for you and would like to register you as a Malaysian. Daddy thinks the decision on citizenship is better left for you to decide. Daddy will just write “nationality undecided at the time of birth” at the citizen column.
Son, daddy would like to let you know that not a single day passed without thinking of you. In fact, on father’s day yesterday, daddy woke up a bit early to have breakfast with your mummy. After which, we took a walk at the park near our home. Well, you may ask daddy what that got to do with you again, right? Well, calling for you is not as easy as picking up the phone and dial o-r-d-e-r-b-a-b-y. Daddy needs to put mummy in a good mood so we can call for you together. There is a lot of hard work involved. So much so, after calling out for you, we were usually left gasping for breath. So, when the next time you hear heavy breathing coming from our room, don’t ask why. We are calling for a little brother to keep you company.
My son, by now, you probably knows how much we love you. If you can hear daddy now, all daddy’s effort on this year father’s day had not been in vain. We look forward to see you in April 2007. If you forget to bring your kukujiao come April, it is ok. You just have to work harder on your listening skill and forgetfulness when you grow up.
I never celebrate Mother's Day…and i never will. I don't believe in distilling my love for my lo ma chi to a single day. As i was ashmatic and physically very weak as a child, nothing in my childhood is more vivid than the memory of my lo ma chi taking care of me…waking up in the middle of the nite to comfort me when i had my attack, cooking special food for me to boost the body system (thanks to her effort, i had tried crocodile meat, dog meat, live rat litters, queen of ants etc) and carrying me piggy back to see a doctor when i could not walk on own. She had made my life less miserable when i was weak and feeble. Her manifestation of love for me was 24×7 and never only confined to Children Day.Now it is my turn. Lo ma chi is already 86 and can't walk too well. Thanks God, she is still sharp and in good health. Beside playing mahjong at home, watching TV and going for breakfast at the neighbourhood coffee shop, she is basically confined to the four walls of my apartment. It is a lonely and depressing existence, at least by my definition. As much as possible, we try to bring her out for makan when weekend comes. If buying dinner for lo ma chi is MD celebration, we are doing it nearly every weekend.
As for this year Mother Day, we spent it fulfilling one of lo ma chi's wishes. We were shopping around in Chinatown for a gift for my auntie 80th birthday at the end of the month. We initially wanted to give ang pau but lo ma chi insists we should get a gift. She wanted one of those "longetivity" character in gold and framed up in a glass box. We figured we could not get this type of traditional gift at Lee Wah or Soo Kee.
MD comes and goes. But lo ma chi is here with me every day. Well, i am lucky to still have my lo ma chi living with me. I can dote on her, Mother's Day or not.