After a 2 hour badminton session with my colleagues, Choobee came over to my place initially to work on some photos. As we reached home, I saw a huge pile of red soil blocking the side entrance. Mom told me that my dad has came up with yet another project. He dug out all the grass and plan to lift up the ground a little. Ever since I’m a kid, I never like to do gardening. Dad is the problem as he always laughs at me for not having enough strength, speed and endurance. So, I decided not to help him up but this time it’s different.

Before I can refuse to help, Choobee says she wanted to help. I thought I heard wrongly the first time, but she actually put down her stuffs and help up with gardening. According to her, she was never encouraged to touch the soil at home as her mom is doing all the work. And since she didn’t do well in her singing contest, she releases her temper on to the ground (talking about good anger management).

Of course I can’t let her work there alone, she drag me along to help move the sand after she fill up the trolley. While working, I started mumbling and complaining so much that dad, mom and Choobee started laughing at me non stop. I don’t like gardening, what’s so funny about that? Dad says I’ll understand when I get older, but I don’t think I ever will.

Looking at the way she work on the sand, I started to get worried. What if one day I went looking for Kookai again? I’ll certainly come back a dead meat. With the strength she has in her, she can easily slice me into pieces, dug a hole and bury me in a blink of an eye. No need any refrigerators, no need to dump on the sea or what not. Scary…better not think about that.

At night both of us have to get yokoyoko all over our body as our muscles are so painful. It’s funny to see 2 people massaging each other and pouring yokoyoko at each other’s body as others are playing with honey, chocolates or whipped cream. I can still feel the pain on my muscles thinking of that incident. *Ouch*

Labels: Myself, Relationship