i was browsing through kcpss webbie, u noe just for the heck of it. wondering wat the school is up to and i found my compo entitled Babysitting on E-Xpression...

Usually my sister would baby-sit my neighbour’s two-year-old son, Ryan
whenever my neighbour is busy. But it looked like last week was my turn to baby-sit that boy. What a nightmare! I never really like children especially Ryan. I had to persuade my sister.

“I’m sorry but you have to do it. I’m busy you know!” exclaimed my sister. Drats!

That morning I prepared whatever I could to make sure that I would survive the torture. I read a book entitled “Babysitting for Beginners”. Time seemed to fly fast and before I knew it I was knocking on my neighbour’s door.

“Thank God you’re here. I have to go now. Remember Ryan’s next feeding time is 1 pm. His food is in the fridge. Sleeping time is 3 pm. Before he sleeps make sure you put on his favourite VCD ‘Barney: The Dinosaur’. Anything wrong call my hand phone. Thank you so much,” she said.

And there was Ryan sitting down with his pacifier in his mouth playing with a toy. He must be wondering “Why is this baby-hater looking after me?” The reason why I did not like him was because ever since he was brought home from the hospital, he had been crying non stop, especially at night. I could not concentrate on my studies. It was not only that. One time when my sister brought him home, he tore my favourite ‘Smallville’ poster and he threw up on my CD. He was a real pest.

I stayed seated on the chair. Ryan was in front of me. I realised that his pacifier was not there. “Oh no!” I thought. I looked at the clock. It was only 12 noon; it was not time for his lunch. I was searching for it when I suddenly felt that someone was after me. It was Ryan. He thought that I was playing catching with him. He ran around the whole house and it tired me out. I finally caught him and carried him but he struggled and cried. Those cries were definitely not music to my ears.

I was still holding on to him. I put him in his room and took out all the toys and watched him play. He sat there sobbing. His teary eyes met my angry ones. He looked scared. To make sure that I used the time wisely, I played with him. He took out his favourite toy, Barney, the dinosaur stuffed doll and played with it. I decided to switch on the television in his room. I was concentrating hard on the programme when I heard a fall. Ryan had fallen from his bed and was crying loudly.

“Can’t you give me peace!” I yelled.

He cried even more. Those teary, sad eyes again. Those eyes enchanted me. I ignored them. I carried him up and rubbed his legs.

It was already one in the afternoon. I took out his food from the fridge and switched on his favourite VCD. He sat there happily watching and singing the nursery rhymes. I fed him and watched the VCD as well. He looked so happy and was in a world of his own. I chuckled when he danced. He looked so adorable. After feeding him, I put his bowl down and wiped my hands. When I turned around, Ryan was standing, holding the spoon and pretended that he was feeding me. I smiled at him.

I took the bowl away and sang with him. Before I knew it, I was enjoying his company. The babysitting did not feel like hell at all. By two o’clock he looked tired and sleepy. I carried him to his bed. I was feeling tired too. I decided to sleep beside him.

“Lin, wake up. I’m back. You can leave now,” my neighbour said.

I did not realise that I had been sleeping for two hours. I got up slowly so that Ryan would not be alarmed.

That babysitting experience with Ryan was a turning point in my life. Ryan taught me something and that is patience. I have learnt how to deal with things patiently and realise that babies are not that bad. I cannot wait for my next babysitting appointment with Ryan.



Nur Hamizah

Secondary Five Hope 2003

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Driving in the sun
Looking out for #1
California here we come
Right back where we started from

Hustlers grab your guns
Your shadow weighs a ton
Driving down the 101
California here we come
Right back where we started from

California!
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On the stereo
Listen as we go
Nothing's gonna stop me now
California here we come
Right back where we started from
Pedal to the floor
Thinkin' of the roar
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Right back where we started from

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im so frustrated.

going to a polytechnic is not as easy as i thought. many papers had to be filled out and signed and dont start with the pre-enrolment medical check up. i had to wait for at least 3 hrs to pee on a stick, get an x-ray, had my eyes checked, went for a blood test and all the hoobla.

the weekend was a blast. although it was tiring, i had a really great time. spoke to bik nita for the first time. she is a great person. very skilled at carrying the basket cos hey she works for SIA. and i lost a little respect for a certain somebody. i knew i had to avoid nazirah's favourite uncle, om jj. it wasnt easy la but thank god nothing weird happen. and as usual the always funny om pepe never cease to amaze me with his funny man attitude. the thing i had most is the dj. come on man. play some english song. all ancient malay songs. and the people who sang those songs thought that they have the most beautiful and powerful voice in the world.

i pity the girl who is on OPRAH now. my prayers are with you. cheers!

"Beauty is an attitude," she once said. "There's no secret. Why are all brides beautiful? Because on their wedding day they care about how they look. There are no ugly women — only women who don't care or who don't believe they're attractive."

its been a really tiring day. i had to pack like 250 bags filled with ferrero chocs and tie a ribbon in every single fruit cake box. i want to get over this weekend.

i hate it when sopmeone tell me to do something. for eg wen someone rings the bell and that damn door is a few metres away from you, move your ass and open the damn door. its freaking frustrating.

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