Busy Bee at Work

PABLO MABLO. Nak? call. cepat.

Nowadays, I am so busy. Every morning, shima will gag me with antibiotics for the urinary bladder infection I am supposed to have. And at night, when I see her pretty face come back from work, I gulp in fear because its going to be another episode of choking on medicine. They don't know that my bladder infection is a mental problem brought on by Pablo. By the way, Pablo is the new addition to the family. Pablo acts like the new superstar in town. He used to be blind but now that he's got 20/20 vision he seems to be high all the time. High up in the air jumping, not marijuana.

But I forgive shima, because even though her medicine-feeding technique seems like she's trying to kill me in a not-so-subtle manner (in which case she certainly did everyone a big favor by not being a doctor), Jah is even worse. Jah cannot even get a single damn pill down my throat (and there's four of them). Jah should stick to Pablo and his conjunctivitis.

Because Pablo is so frightfully active, Grandma Opah is always yelling for us to stop playing with Pablo and feed him. Believe me Opah ku sayang, we are not messing around with Pablo. And Pablo does not want to eat because we shoved a whole bowl of premium catfood under his infected eyes and he did not even sniff it. So now Grandma Opah is adamant that she take Pablo back to the village with her and Jah disagrees, mainly because Jah feels Pablo will be better of at the RSPCA than choking on durian seeds.

[Try Pablo Bush]

And here I am now looking over shima's shoulder watching her slaving away at some powerpoint slides she's supposed to present tomorrow. She should go to sleep and continue the next morning. Pablo had just entered and exited with his crazy street dance technique and I'm feeling that bladder infection come back on. Oh no..