If I have a daughter, sweet sixteen would have been a momentous event. But nope, a sixteen year old chap doesn’t give two hoots about birthdays. So, no party or anything like that. (father and eldest son’s birthday is one day apart)
There are many things I cannot understand about teenagers. They count calories, doesn’t eat rice, no fattening snacks yadda yadda yadda and yet they wear jeans four sizes larger. *roll eyes* If you ask me whether parenting toddler or teenager is easier, I will scream loud-loud ‘TIU!!!! TEENAGERS LAH! THEY ARE A NIGHTMARE! So stop whinning it is hard to take care of lil babies or toddlers. You ain’t see nothing yet!’
So, to take those tensions off, I got a new hobby now! I am a hopeless, desperate, weak-knees, adoring fan of IL DIVO. Mind you, spell with capital letters, please.
Oi, dun ask me where I got all their songs la. I just got la. 😉 This is the 2nd post I made in less than 12 hours you know?
I also arm-luen Marc Anthony. Don’t know why I like to listen to these deep bass, manly voice singing in languages that I don’t understand. Spanish, I think? Or is it Italian? Or Latin? LOL, I dun care ler. I got midlife crisis, that I know. Cos I got a son old enough to ride the bike, amongst other things. *chew nails and replay Si Tu Me Amas for the 100th times* BTW, I think I still have a bit of dignity left ‘cos at least I am not listening to Elvis the Pelvic or Anchorberg Humperdick or Tom Jones. Ewwss..