Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Me and Mummy

There were alot of times when me and mummy were prancing around in public areas and people gave mummy funny looks cause they think she has kidnapped me. People must wonder how such a cute kid like me who is a little bit milk coffee can have a pasty white char siew pao kinda mummy. Some people ask me, "Is your mummy Tyra Banks, and is your daddy David Blaine? Cause you look a little bit like them." It is true, they ask me that. And of course I say yes, and pretend mummy is my maid from China.

This sort of thing never happens when Im with daddy. When me and daddy are together, people take one step back in awe and fear. Other daddys with their kids begin to feel uncomfortable and inferior. It is because of our massive rock star coolness combined.

Anyway, today I feel bad about pretending mummy is a maid from China. She does try to be a good mummy I suppose. I wanted to put up a picture of me and mummy together so everybody knows this is my mummy, not Ling Ling from Hebei as I may have previously told some people.

I know mummy likes this pic very much cause if you look carefully, you can see that some of our features are actually a bit similar! (Ok, really have to Squint to see it!).. and in this pic we are almost the same color. Yay for mummy!





Sunday, March 23, 2008

Jesus Loves You

Hi everybody, Happy Easter Sunday!

Guess where I am today. I am at mummys work place! We are hanging out and watching the Wiggles on YouTube. We had yummy roti canai for lunch and i ate the roti without any sauce. It is fun cause I can pretend to be receptionist and prank call mummys colleagues. But mummys not much fun today (normally she will things like photocopy my ass and turn it into a smiley face poster). (Which is what she did last time I was at the office. The poster was found by the boss and he told mummy to make very sure theres no poo poo on the expensive photocopy machine. What a juvenile and silly mummy).

But not today. Today mummy is tired from going out to the Mercedes F1 Party and the BMW Sauber F1 Party last night with Daddy. She says she had so much fun especially at the BMW one which was in a big silver tent near KLCC. They had a pretty DJ called Sky Nellar and huge stage with huge huge LCD screen. It was like a rave party exept super posh and with alot of free booze (apparently the event cost 4 milllion). But anyway. I guess if mummy had her own blog she would talk alot about the party but since this is my blog, Im going to talk about Easter Sunday!

Easter is cool cool cool. This morning I went to Glad Tidings church with Poh Poh and Gong Gong and they had a lovely party for all the kids. I met alot of new friends. They played a game called musical chairs, but I thought the game didnt make any sense so I improved it by taking my chair and pushing it around to the music, which was alot more fun. Unfortunately the organisers didnt like me doing that, so they kicked me out.

After that we did arts and crafts and I made a cool "Jesus is Alive" cup with chocolate easter eggs inside, and I decorated the outside with stickers and I wrote JIMI all over it. Of course Gong Gong helped me a little bit but all the artistic direction was done by me.

So its a really cool day so far and I cant wait for Easter again next year.

Bye bye everybody, and remember Jesus Loves YOU!

Friday, March 21, 2008

Woooo

I just want everybody to know that for the next 3 days my daddy will be driving a BMW.

Wooooo

Hopefully he will let me have a go behind the wheel and I will honk at everyone who is in an inferior car. If you see a really obnoxious BMW on the street, make sure you roll your window down and say hi to me!

I dont wanna be custard.


This picture was taken in Singapore around last Christmas time. I was sad back then because of being sick, and now Im feeling sad again, just like in the picture. In this picture, I am like the poster child for broken families, and thats exactly how I feel.

Its because of Mummy and Daddy fighting. They have been fighting for a few weeks now, though its not like FIGHTING fighting, just the quiet and tension-y sort of fighting. When i ask mummy about how she is, she says that she is not feeling well cause Daddy has put alot of daggers in her heart. She's gone and lost her appetie and cant really sleep at night too. Daddy is so busy most of the time and mummy says they had not had a proper conversation in a long time. Not to mention the problem with MissyWDEGFIHFILWM?, otherwise known as MissyISHTOGHMAIHNGF and MissyLAMIHSBBBE. Hee hee. If you know what the letters mean it is very very funny. Hehe hehe. Anyway.

Mummy mopes around the house and stares into outer space. When I do dangerous stunts like hanging off the ceiling fan or juggling knives; mummy is not really watching me cause her mind is somewhere else.

I have heard about custard children on TV and I dont want to be a custard child. A custard child is someone who's Mummy and Daddy is fighting for child custardy because they dont get along anymore. A good example of custard children are SPF1 & 2, Britney's children. Being custard is one of the saddest things that can happen to a child.

When mummies and daddies fight, kids get sad but dont really know why they're sad. Poor custard children must be sad all the time. When mummy and daddy are fighting, I feel like something is not right at all and the feeling is there the whole day. I dont feel much like playing except with Achoo, who is now my bestest friend. I hug and kiss Achoo and my other soft toys alot coz it makes me feel like somebody loves me. The worry makes me can't go poo poo the whole day. And at night, I prefer to sleep with Nana and Tata and not Mummy and Daddy cause of the tension in Mummys room. And I cry alot for no reason too. And Im not even custard yet!

I think of some of the things that could happen if I ever turn custard. Is being Custard like being and orphan? Or half an orphan, cause only one parent looks after you? What if I never see Daddy again and forget who he is? What if I can only see Nana and Tata only on some weekends? What if I get sold to Brangelina?

Thinking about it makes me sad. Now im gonna go hug my teddy and cry. Bye bye everyone... maybe next time you see me... I will be in LA with Maddox and Zahara...

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

I know what you did last nite, Mummy!

Sneaky mummy. Mummy knows Stylo is my arch enemy. Stylo stole my daddy on all my birthdays and thats why I created Jimilo to fight back. If you understand good and evil, you will know that Stylo is like the Decepticons and Jimilo is like the Autobots. We may be smaller but we are pure of heart. And the Autobots will always win cause good always beats evil.

But what did mummy do? She sneaky sneaky went out while I was still at Ramlaa's house, having an innocent nap. When I came home I called "Mummy! Mummy!" and I went up the stairs. And then I saw it - mummys pretty dress and expensive shoes were gone, and there was makeup all thrown about on the bed, and I knew that Mummy had got dressed very quickly and sneakied out to Stylo, my archest ever enemy!! Boy was I mad!

First Daddy. Now Mummy. How many more will fall to the dark side?

Lucky I put a secret button spycam on her dress to see what was happening. I saw daddy there with many bags under his eyes. This is what happens when you are beginning to turn evil, just like the emperor in Star Wars. A few more days, and he will be shrivelled and white - meaning he has full evil power already. Luckily it is reversible by just spending a few days with someone pure of heart, like me. Once daddy gets back he will be normal again, so dont worry. I do say he looks very dapper in his suit though, and it makes me wanna be grown up and wear a suit to next years Jimilo.

I saw grand auntie Esther and grand auntie Claire who are tatas family friends. Im not really surprised they have fallen to the dark side, as they are very indian diva-ish. I dont blame them cause they dunno about Jimilo. I saw the pretty blue fairy there too looking very chic & dapper, and Auntie Marikoko who I actually never met before, and the scary fairy-uncle who wanted to breast feed me last time. Wow, alot of people at Stylo. Must be the nice food and colorful drinks.

I guess the fashion from BRITISH INDIA was pretty good too. I like the little indian boys wearing the cool turbans. There were many pretty and dapper clothes, but nothing in my size though. I like the Yasmin Ahmad lady cause she is pretty funny, but she looks like she can spank pretty hard so I wouldnt want her to be my nanny or anything. Its too bad theres no catalogue to take home or door gift or anything. People who come to Jimilo always get door gifts and a special flying kiss to remember the event.

I can see they spent alot of effort to make the afterparty look nice and there were even British India scented candles everywhere. Cute food in little glasses that I would want to play with and not eat. A big beer bar which Tata would like very much. It looks like mummy is having fun, I suppose.

Then someone spotted mummy and recognized her as an Autobot from the good side. They probably thought she was spying to steal ideas for Jimilo. Anyway, they threw a beer bottle down and one of the bottle sharp bits got mummy on the leg, and first blood was drawn. A duel was declared where mummy and the bottle thrower had to fight to the death. Unfortunately socialites are not interested in duels these days so nobody fought in the end. It ended up that the only victims were mummy's new-ish creamy faux-python wooden platform Aldo shoes which got yukky blood stains all over them.

Mummy rushed to the toilets to try to save them. A nice lady Datin Lena who apparently used to be a girl scout many centuries ago helped to wash the glass out and tie a scarf around her leg. I guess mummy was thankful but more worried about the shoes than her leg.

"Please. Save my Shoes," Mummy pleaded. "I love them like my own child." (hmmm..)

But nothing could be done to get the blood out. Mummy grieved, and Datin Lena escaped with her own shoes intact. That was the end of that, cause mummy went home soon after that tragic mishap. (The shoes, "Aldie," as mummy fondly calls them, were sadly put to rest this morning in a small casket. A short eulogy was given to conclude the ceremony).

So thats the end of my spycam report. I guess I can admit that Stylo is a nice event. It is too bad about mummys shoes. Dunno why so many people were dropping bottles. Mummy told me later that 3 times, glass was broken around her that night. The first 2 times she escaped unhurt and the third time was unlucky. I think if ever there was a random shooting in Malaysia, mummy would somehow get hit even if she was just staying at home. Thats what you get when you join the Decepticons.

So looks like I have a lot of work to do on Jimilo to bring it up to scratch to compete. First thing is I need more budget, so if anyone wants to hire me for anything, I charge 50 cents an hour. I can entertain you, play with you and sing you a song. Call me!

Monday, March 17, 2008

Im 2 years old & 2 days!

Hello Everybody!

I see that most people went to Stylo instead of Jimilo since the turn out at my event was pretty small. All you suckers for branding and advertising. I will advertise next year and get me an event organizer too ok. And it wont be stupid Hotshoes cause they are doing Stylo and I dont want Stylo to steal my cool event ideas......
(A LITTLE HINT: Next year for my Grand Entry I will be jumping out of a helicopter, into a swimming pool full of ice cream! This year my grand entry was on a tricycle.. so you can see how much bigger my budget next year will be).

But this year was soo cool anyway, coz all the VIPS were there and I got me a lotta lotta cake and presents!!

My presents include cars, cars, more cars. YAY! And I got a magnetic drawing board, and a truck from Gong Gong, and new shoes and clothes, and a car playset with roads, and a barney CD and booster from Auntie Vivijayayaya. My new shoes are like black golf shoes and they're really cool. So now I will take up golf, and Achoo will be my caddie. I will be like Tiger Woods and wear a red polo shirt and hat and look smart. Awesome!

AND I got 3 birthday cakes. One we ate the day before my birthday (ehem.. the 'JIMILO Prelaunch Event') and 2 we ate on my birthday itself. Then after that we went to the after party, which was my grand grand auntie auntie's birthday in Cheras. I played with Yuvan koko and I had a great time, cause he was sooooooo jealous of my black ferrari collectors edition box car. And even when mummy was packing my bag later cause it was time to go home, Yuvan koko was like begging "Please, please can I see the car one more time, Jimi, please Jimi..." Haha. That was cool.

And then when we got home, I was really tired. Mummy gave me a bath and we sang Ding dong bell and we lied on the bed and read 'Wheres Ivan?' about 15 times. Then we decided to sleep on the bed upside down just for fun, cause its my birthday. What a way to end a great day.

TOO BAD DADDY WASNT THERE.. SILLY DADDY! I WONT LET YOU EAT ANY OF MY YUMMY CAKE, DADDY. DADDY CAN GO EAT STYLO CAKE, WHICH TASTES LIKE CALVIN KLEIN......BEIGE, BLAND AND BLEEEHHH.

Anyway, I have some photos from my birthday which I will be posting on my next blog, taken from Uncle Devans camera. I wished I could take photos of all my presents but daddy took his camera for Stylo, and therefore screwed me over again.

I HOPE YOURE READING THIS BLOG DADDY. I HOPE YOU ARE SORRY AND TAKE ME AND MUMMY TO AQUARIA TO MAKE UP FOR ALL YOUR SORRINESS.

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I do all my own mixes for JIMILO. No help from Daddy.

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Thursday, March 13, 2008

The Fashionator

De nene nene!


Ok, its been 5 mins since my previous blog and now I dont feel so orphan-y anymore! Wow, its true... looking at happy pictures DOES work!!


SO... with STYLO coming up (My daddy is working for d event) and what more, ON THE SAME DAY as my BIRTHDAY and stealing my limelight!! (grrr) I decided to show those Stylo Milos a thing or two about Jimibot fashion. Those silly fashionistas at the STYLO dont know what they're missing.. coz im going to have catwalk at my birthday too.


Everybody, forget STYLO! This is JIMILO. The fresher, younger, milkier version of Stylo. And watch out coz your eyes are going to pop when you see me workin it like Tyra*!


*minus the fat ass and 40 years of ageing





I GOT IT GOIN ON, BABY. I wonder how come daddy didnt get me a gig at STYLO?
Kekeke. If I have time, I'll do a regular Jimilo entry with new looks. EAT MY NAPPY, STYLO PUNKS!

Sun & Water & Better Times



Well. Im still feeling a bit like an orphan.


Of course its only been 5 seconds since my previous blog entry, when I first thought about how similar I am to an orphan only without the freebies. To cheer myself up I decided to post some pics of happier times... when I was healthy, happy and had parents.






These pics were from around Chinese New Year time, when corporations throughout Asia let their slaves off for a few days. So mummy and daddy had some daylight hours to spend with me and we did some cool stuff.


Mummy and Poh Poh and Auntie Joo Joo Jie Jie took me swimming in the pool at Poh Pohs condo. Daddy is somewhere there too, but you cant see him cause he is hiding on a bench somewhere. Daddy is kinda like a secret alien hiding in human skin who cant get wet or he will turn into a giant slime monster.. so he tells people he cant swim. But of course he can, he just dont want people to know he is a super advanced alien or people at his work place will ask him to do more work for them and they will make him give them his alien technology surround sound knowledge.


I can almost swim as good as mummy now, except i have to work abit more on... not sinking. Just a few more lessons should do it. Man, if only my parents werent so super busy I would be an olympic swimmer by now! Rah!


Ps. Something to take note of.. I am wearing the latest toddler swim fashion from Australia in 'naughty boy blue'. The blue highlights my coffee colored tan perfectly and matches the color of most baby wading pools.




Being Sick and Gloomy





This picture is exactly how Ive been feeling lately.
Ive been sick for a whole week now with the fever and the throwing up. Its not a nice feeling at all and I cant play as much as i used to. It all started from the day I fell off the bed while trying to do a superman pose on mummys shoulder while she was sleeping. I hit my head and mummy was pretty worried that the throwing up was because of head bumping. But the doc lady said it was ok, and just a virus. So she gave me pink panadol and yellow throw up medicine (which is quite yummy).


But Im not much better, after 3 days already. Mum is working alot and daddy is always out with a certain somebody (who he seems to like spending time with alot more than either me or mummy) when he is supposed to be 'working'. =(
and hes out nighttime till late late, so I always fall asleep before I see him. Its cold and lonely and rainy and nobody take me gai gai coz im sick.

Sure, I get some hugs and kisses when i whine and do my =( face.. but i'ld much rather be better already.

Being sick sure sucks.

A good thing though is that we got a new friend in the house. Its a cute baby kitty called Achoo.

Uncle Devan found her in our drain pipe in the rain and it was sneezy so he called her Achoo.

We dunno where her mummy or daddy is, and i dunno if she even has a nanna or tata.

If I was Achoo, I would be very sad with no mummy or daddy or nanna or tata; but Achoo seems quite good. But she bites, so i practise running away real quick!
I dont have any pictures of Achoo, but she is really cute. Just imagine me with pointy ears and bigger eyes and that is basically what Achoo looks like. I do hope i get better soon, and that mummy can get off for my birthday which is coming up soon. Daddy sure wont be around of course, no need to say why.
At this rate I might as well be an orphan, at least then I will get freebies from socially conscious multinational companies.