renzi renzi bo benzi: ALLLRIGHHHTTT I ADMIT IT!

sigh, as much as I hate to say this, maybe I am as deaf as my mother. Maybe it really runs in the family. Maybe I am so similar to my mum it scares me to even admit it. The other day, I was playing with my brother's hamsters when my mum started talking to me -

(I think the conversation went something along the lines like the following)

Mother (M): Do you remember how to bathe your hamsters?
Renzi (R): Yes, I bathed already.

It's no wonder I have so many miscommunications with my mother, because both of us are equally deaf! =( And no, I didn't pick that up, Lai told me about my silly conversation with my mother. =ppp

Speaking of hamsters and my brother, he has 2 hamsters. One's called Max and the other, Cynthia. Max is alright for a pet name, but Cynthia?? Bearing in mind that my mum's name's Cynthia, erm, I wonder what went through my brother's head when he thought of that name - that my mum's a rat?

Looking at how my bro treats the hamsters remind me of my experiences with my hamsters.

I had 2 when I was in secondary school. 'Hamster' (aka Uncle Neo) bought me 2 hamsters. I didn't want them but since it was a gift I had to accept it. I didn't even name those two rodents. Anyway they lasted for probably less than a week. In that duration of time, i tried bathing/drowning them with water. I thought that was comical, looking at them gasping for air. You're going to say I'm cruel butttt...really, I actually don't have anything to say in my defence. As I was saying, those two buggers were found missing after that bathing incident. A cat probably ate it up. Some did, however, speculate that they ran away *shrug*

I had another hamster named Hammie Arafat. Paul named it. Hahaha he named it because he bought it. He bought it because I complained. I complained because he bought a hamster for XH for her xmas when we were 18 (it was just after A levels). Initially I played with it everyday, sigh... I even talked to it. Then I got bored, so I slackened off feeding and spending time with it. I think my maid took ownership of that little thing subsequently. She fed it until it became...FAT. Then, I told her that she should stop feeding it and I would feed it. I did feed it occasionally, like once a day. I started to slacken off and not feed it because i thought it was too "fat". I gave it water, and nothing else for close to 4-5 days? On the 5th day, when I was going to play with Hammie, it didn't move. I jabbed Arafat with a pencil but it didn't bulge. That was then when I knew, he died. Think my maid gave it a proper burial - chuck it into the bin.

hmmmmm.... I give Max and Cynthia 2 weeks max (hur hur, no pun intended). Right now, everytime when I come back, they're both fighting for water when I try feeding them. We'll see....we'll see...

ANYYYWAYY isn't this girl soooooo adorable?? I finally found a life version of BOO (from Monstas Inc). She's such a sweetheart i tell you. I hope my future girl/boy/kid/thing looks and behaves like her. AWwwwww.... I was VERY tempted to pinch her cheeks but of course, I had to fight that temptation. Her dad was there, erm...there during the briefing for the Yusoff Ishaak Camp.

Second day of camp - when we were all squashed in Kaz's van.

One of my kids - hard at work. HAHAHAHA...the camp was generally quite slack. Other than having to watch out for the kids (in terms of safety), there was nothing much we had to do. I did help out for the Marketing department, while my buddy (Adrian) helped out with the production team.

The challenge - to come up with a kart (or a thing that moves at least) from junk the kids find from the neighbourhood and their houses. This is just the skelethon of their kart