My Problem With The Mickey Mouse Clubhouse

The Husband posted that status update a few days ago. As you can see, it got many likes. BUT... it is inaccurate. Mummy is #1 la. Trust me. I tested it out, ok. He likes me more than Mickey Mouse. Nevertheless, we're not here to talk about my husband's inaccuracies. I'm here to talk about Disney's inaccuracies.


See, the Disney Junior channel is celebrating Mickey and Minnie's birthday throughout the month of November. Apparently, their birthday falls on 18 November every year. Yes, BOTH of them. TOGETHER.

???

How can?! Are they twins or what now??

But then... wait. Aren't they boyfriend and girlfriend, too??

OMG, what is Disney subliminally teaching our kids???

So, I got to thinking and here's what I have to say about the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse programme that goes on the Disney Junior channel at 7PM daily:

1. Mickey and Minnie share the same birth date... and a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, too? So, are they family or are they a couple? Twin incest ah???

2. Goofy and Pluto are both dogs but one can walk upright and talk, the other can't. Why ah? Such inequality!

3. And if Goofy's a dog, why the heck is he dating Clarabelle COW??? Interspecies mating?!

4. Daisy and Donald are two dating ducks. How come one has no problem speaking clearly and the other one clearly has a speaking problem???

5. And why doesn't Donald ever wear pants but always covers himself from the waist down whenever he appears in a towel??

Disney, why your characters so senget wan?!

Later my son watch already then confused, how??

The Final Instalment Of My 20s

I turned 29 today.

Not sure I can honestly say I'm where I want to be right now as I teeter on the edge of 30 but... I guess you could say I'm not where I don't want to be. Heh. Is that good enough? Well... when is anything ever really good enough, eh? So, yes. I'll confess with my mouth and believe in my heart that what I have so far has got to be good enough for 29-year-old me.


What have I to complain about anyways? I'm married to the man of my dreams, living my happy-ever-after life where we are both co-owners of a little, 72.5cm-tall, 9kg-heavy somebody we deem the most adorable, lovable, so-cute-until-cannot-tahan-able boy on the planet. Sure, a part of me really wishes I had a job that paid well in dollars and cents but... I guess getting paid in hugs, kisses and kiddie drool isn't all that bad la, right?

They say "The grass is always greener on the other side." I sure hope its true when it comes to birthdays on the "other side" of 30. To be honest, I don't remember enjoying the last few birthdays of my late twenties. Because of that, birthdays just seem to have lost their luster. "It's just another day" – the jaded ones always say. Well, it sure feels that way for me nowadays, so I really can't help but nod in agreement. Maybe what other people say will ring true for me, come 21 November 2014; maybe there's a chance that "Life (really does) begins at 30." Maybe. Hopefully? We'll see. 

So. How did I spend the 24 hours I turned 29?

Well, I missed the actual "turning 29" cos I was in bed before midnight yesterday. Haha. Then, I spent most of the night feeding my fussy, always-hungry little boy. (No, he is so not STTN yet. Sigh.) Then, I got out of bed waaaay before I wanted to – at 7.30AM – cos that same little boy decided that the morning of my birthday should begin at 6.30AM. *groan*


After that, my day was same-old-same-old-day-in-day-out until 3PM when I packed my life in KL into a cramped sedan, exited Subang, and hit the North-South Highway. (Goodbye, KL! You know I'll miss you much – as I always do! T_T) 360km North, a traffic jam, and a Police summons later, came dinner at CRC (where we bumped into Dee! =D) and then it was back home to wash up and get settled back in Penang.


After the lights went out, I tried to steal some time away to bond with my MBP that I haven't seen or touched in over a month, to blog about my lacklustre birthday but... as fate would have it, my son decided that tonight would be the night that he would stay up till midnight and fight me as he fends off sleep. Perfect timing as always! Yay! Not. -_-''' So, yes. It is only at 30 minutes past my birthday that he finally knocks off and I am rewarded with some time alone with my thoughts.


And here I am. Typing on my comp, thinking my tangled thoughts. Thoughts too complicated to be worded; thoughts too disenchanting to be immortalised; thoughts too private to be put on a page.

Ugh.

You know what? This post is getting depressing.
And you know what else? Birthdays just suck la. >(

My day felt pretty normal before I started writing this post, to be honest. It felt like "just another day". And I did feel happy-ish initially. But now that I'm doing a recap, it feels like the lamest birthday e-v-e-r. Sigh. WTH, man. Oh well, at least there was cake.

Happy 29th birthday, me.

Note To Self: Please la... Make your 30th birthday a bit more happening can?? Don't later look back and regret not doing anything special like this birthday and the last few birthdays past. Never learn wan ah?? Kanasai la. *slaps self*

Kids These Days!

Check out what my son got

from his Papa early last month:

I tell you ahhh... Aiya, I also dunno what to say la!

See, I received my first mobile phone when I was 17. The Husband received his when he was 16. And now, thanks to The Husband, JZ beat us both to it. The Husband gave him his first mobile phone early last month. On the 5th of September 2013. When he was 9.5 months. Before he can even talk. *rolls eyes* Tsk tsk. This Papa ah... spoiling him kau kau. Next thing we know he's going to get his own car when he's 8-years-old, before his feet can even reach the pedals. *snorts*

Shitty Conversations

The Husband and I have been married a little over 2 years. Before we officially tied the knot, we took our time and ding-dong dated each other for a good 10 years – since January 2002. And before that, I knew him and served in the same church as him since we were in lower primary – back in the early 1990s. Needless to say, we obviously know each other through and through and talk about anything and everything. No holds barred. No shit spared. Haha. And this *points below* was the shit that came up tonight.


SHIT CONVERSATION #1

While watching Masterchef US on ASTRO.

The Husband: *thoughtfully* I feel like shitting, man. 

Pam Song: *sighs* Me, too. 

The Husband: *nudge* Go shit now la! While he's sleeping. Go! *nudge nudge*

Pam Song: *frowns* *thinks hard* *shakes head* Lazy la. Can I just relax first ah?

The Husband: Ok. I also want to relax. 

*pause in conversation as we watch

Gordon Ramsay screw people over

on Masterchef US*

The Husband: *turns to me* Eh. Shitting is relaxing wat. 

Pam Song: No. 

The Husband: What you mean no?? Why not?!

Pam Song: I cannot even lean back!! I have to sit straight up the whole time! Haiya, mai la!

The Husband: @_@ WTH???

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SHIT CONVERSATION #2

During a commercial break.

The Husband: Ok la, I want to go shit now. *proceeds to walk to the common bathroom*

Pam Song: Eh!!

The Husband: *stops in his tracks* What??

Pam Song: I shit first. 

The Husband: You go and shit in the room la. I shit here. *points to the common bathroom*

Pam Song: I don't want to go into the room. Later he see me how?? No! I shit here. *points to common bathroom*

The Husband: Aiya ok la ok. *walks back toward the TV couch*

Pam Song: Awessum! *walks toward the common bathroom*

As we cross paths...

The Husband: Eh, wait. Why you must shit first? *a frown appears* You don't want to smell my shit issit???

Pam Song: Abo???

The Husband: Eh!!! I don't want to smell your shit also!!!

Pam Song: *snicker* Too late. *shuts common bathroom door behind me*

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SHIT CONVERSATION #3

After I poop, I come out of the common bathroom

and see The Husband still lazing on the couch.

The Husband: *sees me* *GAGS HYSTERICALLY* *fans self as if he's suffocating*

Pam Song: Haha. Idiot. *proceeds to blow the air from the bathroom toward The Husband*

The Husband: *uses cushion to cover nose and mouth*

Pam Song: Hahaha. Nonsense la you.

The Husband: *gets up to open the balcony door*

Pam Song: Please la. As if you can smell anything from here!

The Husband: The smell never reach only. It... *with conviction* WILL. COME. *opens the balcony door* See, I rather smell haze than smell your shit.

Pam Song: -______- Beh tong lu ah.

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And that, my friends, is how
romantic married life is after kids
come into the picture. Haha.

The end! =)

3 Enjoyable Reads

1. 10 Things You Don't Really Know About Kids Until You Have Kids by Mackenzie from Raising Wild Things.

2. 5 Lies Christians Believe by Jessica Morris.

3. Hunger Hurts by Ms Jack Monroe from A Girl Called Jack.

You're welcome. =)

Rainbow Pencils By Duncan Shotton

How freaking cool is that?? Yes, please! I would most certainly love for my son to grow up in a world where there's always a bright, colourful rainbow waiting for him at the end of every blunt pencil. =)

[Via This Is Colossal]

Homemade Smoked Salmon Angel Hair Pasta

Cos Delicious stopped selling theirs.

Men Will Never Understand Women

Was scouring the web, doing some "browser" shopping (as opposed to "window" shopping) last night when I suddenly turned to The Husband and said:

Pam Song: *dreamily* I wish we lived in the US. 

The Husband: Huh??

Pam Song: Or Australia also can.

The Husband: Wha-? *confused* Why?!

Pam Song: So I can buy stuff online from HauteLook.com – they only ship to the US, Canada and Australia. =(

The Husband: @_@ YOU WANT TO MOVE YOUR WHOLE LIFE TO ANOTHER COUNTRY FOR A... A... A WEBSITE!?!

Pam Song: Haha. You know what I mean la! 

The Husband: *matter of fact-ly* No. You're mad.

Pfft. Men. My girlfriends would totally get me. -_-'''

Anyways, if you're in the US of A, Canada or Australia and haven't heard of HauteLook.com, where have you been?? You so don't know what you're missing out on, man. Now, stop reading Tinki Talks, hop on over to HauteLook.com, drool your mouth dry, and shop your eyeballs out. The deals on designer and branded goods from the US are so super unbelievably fantastic I'd kill to be where you are! If you're in the US of A, Canada or Australia, that is. Haha! =p

p/s: Don't forget to use my personal invitation link!