Bieber Frenzy!

The highway which leads to Justin Bieber concert venue was inundated with cars which I suspect carry a Bieliber or two! What should only be a 20 minute journey, took us like 1 hour 50 minutes! Cars in front of me were just inching forward at snail pace. I dread such driving, I dread the helpless feeling and I dread to think another concert is in the pipeline!

Son received calls from friends who were either leaving the house, sharing our predicament, or on site volunteering live reporting. Throngs of people were already queuing up though the concert is 3 hours away!! I detected a tinge of panic in Son's voice which upped a notch when rained started pounding on the hood of my car, overhead and blurred my windscreen. 

When we neared, we saw roads to the entrance were blocked, preventing cars through, so Son got down, oblivious to the rain and walked energetically to join the sea of random Bielibers, all with the same mission, same determination - to narrow the gap between themselves and Justin pronto........

THE Justin Bieber Day!

Today is THE DAY! THE JUSTIN BIEBER CONCERT!. Son got up extremely early, chirpy and excited. He broke out into JB's song intermittently, between brushing his teeth and breakfast. He was definitely ready to meet his teen idol.

The past few days were crazy for him and friends. Texting and calling several times a day to set up a meeting place and time. I never knew Son to be so fickle minded, minutes after finalizing the rendezvous, he reached for his phone and the entire haggling process on the same topic starts.
 
The organiser should rethink their free seating policy, I dread to even imagine the mayhem that will take place. No wonder Son and friends were strategizing their every move - from queuing right through to vantage seating plans.

I won't be surprised if some diehard fans set up camp at the venue. And I am eternally grateful that Son finds the idea preposterous!! Phew.

Final meeting time was set at 4.00pm. The concert starts at 8.30pm...........

Shopping Evolution

When Bangkok was picked as this year's short holiday destination, both my teens clapped their hands in glee and exclaimed in unison, 'shopping'.

Ya, even Son whom years ago detested shopping and was ever grateful that I shouldered this irksome task for him. Back then he couldn't care less that I picked his attire for him, he's only too happy to be let off the shopping hook.

But now as a teen, shopping takes on a new meaning. His penchant for psychedelic, bold colours alarms me. Pink colour which he avoided like a deadly plague before, he now adores. And to my horrors, he now finds feminine accessories fascinating! Urrgh!

I still go shopping with Son not that I'm a convert to his preferences but I do want to be present to stop any eccentric purchases. I have no wish to go into cardiac arrest should he lug home feather boa adorned t-shirts, candy pink shorts or fluorescent orange sneakers..........

Bottomless McDonald's

Son had an uneventful sleep last night, all because of an unsettled tummy. He was groaning and moaning followed by several loud long belches.

The 2nd culprit - McDonald's bottomless drink policy which has, inevitably, been subject to much merciless abuse by its patrons and one of them, embarassingly to mention is dear Son. He bragged that he and friends downed cups after cups willing themselves to set a  new MCD record. Splendid to have like minded friends, unfortunately this time for the wrong reason! All caution about imminent discomfort caused by overdrinking gassy beverage were conspicuously ignored.

The 1st culprit? Son's 'never say never' attitude towards refillables..........                                                                           
                                                                                                                                        

Facial Seeds

Son's agony over the millia seeds (http://boy2teen.blogspot.com/2010/10/seedy-misery.html)  intensified when he discovered more and more breaking out. He was bent on eliminating them, to the point of scraping them off with whatever available objects at hand. Of course, that only helps the seeds multiply furiously.

Seeing his exasperation, I consulted a beautician friend, Leena. She concluded that there's no other way except to remove them with needle. Son squirmed at the suggestion while fixing his gaze at Leena, willing her to offer a tamer alternative. Alas, one way, only one.

I too, agreed to have two 'faithful' moles under my eyes removed, They weren't bothering me and have never been an issue but just to encourage and show Son my support, I relented. Both removal employ similiar procedure.

Son showed much bravery during the removal process, trying his utmost not to fidget or cringe at the pain and the intimidating look of the needle. Some old, hardened ones required deeper probing. Several were around his eye sensitive areas, which attributed to much pain during the process. Tears were invariably welling up uncontrollably yet he maintained his composure, even drawing admiration from Leena.

I was the complete opposite when my turn came, just looking at the needle made my legs buckled. I even attempted to halt the process twice. Sigh.. a mom's silent sacrifice!

In the end, two recalcitrant moles and twelve millia seeds were reduced to nonexistence,  not to mention several notes too flew off my purse................