Indian Boy

I was searching for some photos on my computer yesterday and these old photos caught my eye. I think Yi was the photographer, Ming the writer, director and editor. Wey was the willing actor, always ready to be Ming's slave. Ming is the clown of the family (actually we have three clowns including me and Yi). He exasperates me like no other, and my hair's turning white because of him. When he was 12, I dragged him to KL to test for ADD because he just wouldn't write a test paper completely even if he knew the answers. He not only wasn't ADD or dyslexic, the results showed his IQ was only 2 points short of superior! This is the guy we all turn to when the computer is down, when we get new gadgets and we are too lazy to read and analyze the instruction manuals (I truly hate doing that; it's a world wonder that I can blog) and when I need to reach up for objects because he is so tall. Anyway, here's his 'cartoon' strip done 2 1/2 years ago. We had just returned from a superb northern Indian dinner at Naan in Shangri-la's Rasa Ria Resort at Tuaran (an hour's drive away) and Yi was to return to Melbourne the next day to start her sophomore year. The restaurant gave every diner a stick-on mole (I don't know what it's called in Indian) and we had fun wearing our moles all evening. This strip was inspired by a fun Indian-themed evening.

Originally titled The Unknown Evil Indian Boy Show by Ming, I decided to give it a more politically correct title.












Look at Wey holding his stomach like it's for real.

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The moles on some of our faces seem to tell the past and the future very accurately (cryptic statement).


My three monkeys.


I have a pic of him where he honestly looked like his face was going to burst, and he was so blown up he hardly had any features. He didn't stop at 4 plates. That' s why we haven't been back to Naan. Excellent Indian food though.


This is sure to make her call me because she hasn't lately.