Sir Fahyim Strikes Back!

If you recall correctly on my previous post on the early stage of this blog, I once mentioned how I spend my leisure time after working hours on a daily basis. I do play video games. I hold my Playstation 3 very dearly to my heart.

Since I got a walking minor in my house, I manage to lose view on two CD's and only recovered ONE which is the Gran Turismo after an intensive searching by my maid. After going through almost one month of clueless searches, I decided to buy the FIFA 14 and regarded that the FIFA 12 is missing in action.

This story brought me back to last week, when suddenly, out of nowhere, the FIFA 12 made its way back to the TV shelf. I was quite surprised but not that excited because I've already got the FIFA 14. Once my finger touches the start button of the Playstation to play my favourite FIFA 14, I realise that somehow, the said game was gone. It was inside the PS3 the whole time, but this time FIFA 12 came back and FIFA 14 has gone absent. *sigh*

I definitely know who is the culprit behind all this..

The Prince of Pocoyo!

I ask the maid and as usual, she had no clue. That little boy only manage to grin when I show him an example on how a CD looks like. I was quite naive expecting him to show me to the location where he hid it. An in-depth search commenced for two weeks. I took a peek in my bag considering that the lad might put it in there like what he did to my wedding ring, but nothing inside. I explored his toy motorcycle and nothing shiny was in sight.

I didn't play any video game for two weeks. My wife liked it. But she know I don't. One fine day, when I was interrogating my son about the CD which he replied in words such as " Abetiiii" ( I don't know whats that supposed to mean) or " Oh noooo!", my wife asked me to check under the sofa. I said to her, " It can't be there, it's heavy". " Have you checked? You never know" she replied.  After contracting my left bicep to lift the sofa, my wife sighted a shiny object lying far behind the couch. IT WAS THE CD!!. Hahaha thank God! We made it after only just two weeks!

To think back on how Fahyim did it. It is merely simple. He might have climbed the couch and slip the CD behind the couch. Stupid me. I don't have this Inspector Gadget or Detective Conan intellectual skills like my wife.

But anyway, I am back with my gaming routine and the kid got a brand new toy. The first post I made on this blog concluded that I will try my level best not to spoil the kid with toys. But the grandfathers didn't bother. His "Atok" bought him this..a remote control car with a Feng Tau sound system. The kid can even drive himself when his legs get longer.

 
Major road humps ahead *haiyaa*

Fahyim and Ritchie

My wife and I took leave for two days this week to join our families vacation in Kuching, Sarawak. My father is a very busy man. He is a training consultant which means that he is on the move most of the time. He misses his grandchild so much resulted him to plan for us to meet him in Kuching.

So we went there and spent 3 days visiting that beautiful place with beautiful food. We went to this Cultural Village to see various types of Sarawak's ethnic houses but the temperature was roasting. Hot weather is equivalent to Fahyim's grumpiness. Fahyim's grumpiness is equivalent to sweaty mom and dad. Hahahaha.

Nevertheless, a visit to Semenggoh Nature Reserve to meet the Orang Utans was cordial though. The scorching weather does not stop us from trekking into the jungle to meet them. 

When we touched down at Kuching Airport on Saturday, the taxi driver told us a tale of "RITCHIE" the boss of Orang Utans. We was told that he was a rebel, protestant and  an insurgent dominant male Orang Utan in that Reserve. He once bit a visitors fingers until it fell of. Wutha?!. At first, I thought it was just a locals way to dramatized the attractions that they got there until the tourist guide that brought us to the reserve told us the same story. It seems that it's parents were shot when he was young so now its taking its toll on humans. 

Freakin obese Apeman

Fahyim was exuberantly excited seeing the Orang Utan. He called it "GOGO" as in gorilla. Hahaha! Normally, he will feel crotchety dealing with these kind of weather but the excitement kept his grouchiness on check.

We went back to the hotel and had cheap seafood at TopSpot. It cost us only MYR 150 for nearly 7 dishes consisting crabs,fish,squids and prawns. My wife saw an Instagram clip of Baby Afia eating rice courteously. She decided to present Fahyim with a plate of rice thinking that he might replicate what can do. 

Instead, he did this.

                                        

FAHYIM SYAKIR 1.7 YEARS

My son has a curly hair. People tend to mistake him for a girl because of his long curly hair. Even though the mother style him up in a manly manner. Some nitwits will still call him a she. For example " How old is SHE?" "Waahh.. SHE is so active!!" . Of course HE is active, coz he's a frickin' boy !

The other reason might be his nasty lashes. Its so long sometimes it reminds me of the lashes that Snuffy had from Sesame Street.

                                     

 



So my wife and I sat down and heavy-heartedly reached in a resolution to snip away all the curls that sometimes look like a ducks backside. Hahaha..we kept it long because it looks cute on him but people are playing with gender issues here. So bye bye curly wurly..

BEFORE

AFTER

Chillin with Pocoyo.

I have been cutting his hair myself since he was born and I thought I did not bad.

Fahyim has been a tremendous learner at his playschool. Last week was my turn to lough and my wifes' turn to sweat. Chasing the kid inside the play area was a big ask for her considering the level of fitness she is at. Hahaha. Fahyim was by far the fastest learner there. He enjoyed it so much and we're glad that he picked up a few words of praise from the teachers. 

So much has changed since he was a little boy. I remember clearly the time when he struggles to lift his head and roll his body. I remember how sour he can smell in the morning similar to the scent of a "Songkok" worn by Sekolah Agama petang kids.

He does not like to be carried like a kid nowadays, he can basically interpret things correctly using gestures or mimics of the face. I recalled during Diyanah's maternity, she hates staying in. She likes to go out and see shopping malls or bazaars or eateries. We seldom stay home. This traits was victoriously passed to the child. He feels bored if he stays in. He somehow knows when weekend comes where he will take his shoes and park it infront of the main door. What a kid.