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    Uncle Shazi.
    Bitched on: Saturday, January 12, 2008
    Time: 1/12/2008 01:43:00 PM

    I was wondering what my 'title' would be now.
    What my little niece would be calling me soon after she says her first words.

    Uncle? Pakcik? Cu? Cik Bongsu? Uncle Cu?
    ('Bongsu' is Malay for 'youngest child' and 'Pakcik' is Malay for 'uncle')

    Well, I have decided to be known as Uncle Izan since that was what my cousins' kids called me... but now they just call me Izan.

    Did I mention before that I have been 'demoted' a generation now? I feel like I am no longer amongst the generation of my cousins but instead I am in the one after that, that of their kids'.

    Firstly, cause I am the youngest of my cousins on my Dad's side and secondly, I am still schooling while all my other cousins, including the one who is just a year older than me, are married with at least three kids in tow...

    I hang around with their kids now... Haha... That's so pathetic.

    OK, OK, back to my niece.

    I have been relishing the role of an uncle now: cradling her, watching her bathe, playing with her and doting on my little princess.

    Sigh...

    I will never get it how people can abandon babies just like that. Especially newborns. Or worst how those monsters can take away their tiny little lives by smothering or going physical on the baby or... other horrendous barbaric acts...

    What wrong have they done?

    Don't even get me started on abortion... I am definitely a pro-li    fe supporter now.

    Again, I'm digressing.
    So back to this silly uncle of hers.

    I was helping my Mum to feed the crying baby one time and my Mum had asked me to test the temperature of the milk in the bottle that had been partially submerged in a mug of hot water.

    So she said in Malay, "Pour out a bit of the milk on the back of your hand and 'rasa'."
    Well, to those who don't understand Malay, 'rasa' has two meanings: it can mean 'feel' or it can also mean 'taste'.

    So you all must already now which of the two I did.
    Luckily it wasn't breast milk. Or else it would have been very... very weird...

    "Ermm... That's my uncle..."

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