Karaoke, Ok?

Police Raid Karaoke.....

I was reading this article when Son dashed in, exclaimed excitedly, "Mom, CC is going to have a birthday bash at Karaoke. Can I go?".

Wait a minute, wait a minute..... birthday parties are held at home, McDonalds, swimming pool, hotels where colourful balloons, streamers adorn the place with cute party hats on adorable guests, right? Wrong! That was yester, yester, yester........year! Alas!      

"Can I go, please?" Son looked pleadingly at me. "Err...." I was grasping the newspaper tightly to my chest willing the karaoke news to diminish, to liberate my mind to think unprejudicedly.

Actually, that isn't even the major reason, I mean the raid.

I've sat through karaoke MTVs and there isn't a time when I didn't squirm at scantily dressed ladies flaunting their assets or overly exposed men vying for attention or both gender heightening their touch senses. I don't wish for Son to have to juggle between singing and ogling. Moreover, I am of the opinion that a few minutes of  this unnecessary exposure will work hot blooded teens into a frenzy. They are just not ready yet. Yes, I am that old fashioned!!!
  
So, did Son go or not??? Ahem! you'll know........

A Picture Speaks A 1,000 Words

I'm sidelining my usual light bantering about Son in this post, instead would like to share this profound video clip which has greatly moved him.

When deep injury is done to us,
we never recover until we forgive...
Forgiveness does not change the past,
but it does enlarge the future.

Mary Karen Read was one of the victims in the Virginia Tech massacre, 2007.  These words were her last entry in her journal.
                                                                                                                                                      

Parenting Teen Driven Up The Wall!

 I was seated across Son who's fixated on the computer screen. His mesmerised look piqued my curiosity,  thus, stealthy I moved closer and managed to glance at the title - '41 ways to annoy your parents'. Hah! as if Son needs guidance in that area.

Later, I googled that repulsive title and discovered parents aren't very popular people. There are many sites abetting this offence. Parenting teen isn't for the weak hearted, teen issues aren't a piece of cake.




PS - Son doesn't think too highly of the list. "Pooh! kids' stuff!", he retorted, "it's too kind!"


I was seated across Son who's fixated on the computer screen. His mesmerised look piqued my curiosity,  thus, stealthy I moved closer and managed to glance at the title - '41 ways to annoy your parents'. Hah! as if Son needs guidance in that area.

Later, I googled that repulsive title and discovered parents aren't very popular people. There are many sites abetting this offence.
http://www.fanpop.com/spots/random/articles/36263/title/41-ways-annoy-parents

Son doesn't require many ways to annoy me, flicking and flipping his Bieber is enough to drive me nuts!

Ethereal Smell Deodorants

Hmm, the wonderful baby smell of my Son, never ever got enough of sniffing him whenever I had the chance. That exhilarating medley of sweet, fresh vanilla and powdery scent......hmmm. Only parents will understand, non-parents might mistaken this description for a slice of delicious cake!

Just a sec! That was years ago that Son smelt like that but I refuse to let that smell leave the back recess of my mind. For a mom, it was like yesterday, sigh......

It's not that now Son is devoid of olfactory property, trust me, he hasn't, instead he now has THE SMELL!

When he first detected a queer odour emitting from his body, he was testy and overly conscious that people within a radius of 100m would faint from the pong! It doesn't help that Son's active in games which causes him to sweat more than usual. I have had to take several big breaths then hold my nose when handling his soiled, putrid clothes. Eww!

He religiously cleans his body more frequently than required and changes his attire at the slightest hint of  THAT SMELL. He was paranoid!! Son has always been the super hygienic one in the family.

All the paranoia got the better of  him and one day he marched himself to the pharmacy and gotten himself a bottle of deo roll and deodorant soap, at a random selection, not bothering with the deodorant ingredients. He used them before leaving for football practice. When he returned, hot and sweaty, he has this grin plastered on his face like a Cheshire cat's. He discovered he doesn't smell like rotten cheese. He claimed to have found the best deodorant.

With the initial success, he now double dose the deodorants on every nook and cranny of his body. Whenever he passes, there is this nauseating, stomach turning, penetrating fruity smell which lingers on and doesn't seem to go away even after Son's left the room. Ughh.....!!

Pretty Bieber

Son freaked out at the sight of  his much adored idol in this totally revolting make over! Haha......

http://images.sodahead.com/profiles/0/0/2/2/6/8/6/2/3/My-real-world-32880491432.jpeg