My girls music lessons

As both my girls are now at home full time (woe is me!!!), I am now their new piano teacher because they were not liking the old piano/violin teacher. Perhaps she was not inspiring enough for them? They need someone who can make them laugh, someone who can keep them interested, someone who can engage them for a whole hour. However, I’ve not yet found a violin teacher. Would you know any good violin teachers? T1 started with essential elements 2000 book at Musicians Friend. Interestingly, T1 is playing much better with me as her piano teacher than any of her old piano teachers. Mommy is just way more fun.

Parenting Gone Wrong

After seeing this image on Facebook one day, I rounded up the girl for a lesson in gratitude. There’s nothing like seeing imagery for lessons, and better still if the kids could be there real life as proven by my bringing T1 to Myanmar to see for herself how the children sleep on dirty floors.

After a 10 minute explanation on how lucky we are in our part of the world to have food readily accessible rather than being poor and in countries where famine is apparent, and this was met with curious eyes full of disbelief that the baby on the right literally has no bum cheeks, I asked T2 gently, “So T2, if you had lots of food like you do every day, could you please share it with the poor people who have no food?”

Before even her thinking for a second, her answer shot out so quickly that it darted my heart, “NO WAY!!!”

Where have I gone wrong? My 4 year old is the most selfish, know what she wants and what she doesn’t want little girl on this side of the world. It truly is time for damage control – sigh…………

What do you think she’s playing on the above photo? This was taken in Australia and I thought they were playing graduation ceremony when she walking around with a box over her head, then someone else asked if she was being a model, walking on stage like a Miss Universe; but it was actually she and her sister playing robots. LOL!!! Does she look like a robot to you???

Must be Iron Man influence, this. I must say they have good taste. Robert Downey Jr is not bad at all.

T2’s Birthday – 4 years old

HAPPY BIRTHDAY T2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A friend asked me the other day if I had brought T2 out to celebrate her birthday and for the life of me, I couldn’t even remember!!! But surely I must have, right? So I said, yeah sure…..we did. And then she asked if we had a cake? I swear to God, I had no clue because my memory bank was blank. Zero. I could not visualise the cake at all but yet again I said, yeah….yeah……we had a cake. But I had absolutely no idea what cake! Am I a terrible Mom or what????

So after scouring back the old photos from the camera, there is evidence! Albeit a crappy picture of her birthday, poor T2. Remind me to hire a professional photographer for future captures! But yes! There was a cake! And we did go out!

Oh, gosh.

I am really overworked and tired and going mad.

We had a gorgeous cake in fact which was just perfect. Not too big, not too sweet. Perfect. And we went somewhere special. Somewhere where we as a family always go for dinner at our neighbourhood Italiana ristorante.

T2 was so shy when the staff brought the cake out singing to her that she covered her face the entire time and refused to show it. She didn’t even blow her own candles!!! She was just completely overwhelmed as this was her first public birthday ever and she was not expecting such an audience. Well, always a first…..

I blew the candles for her whilst pretending that she’d actually blown them (hey, I’m on my way to becoming a ventriloquist – alternative night job?) and made a wish on her behalf too.

And where was my dearest T1? Busy with something else obviously. Sigh. I really need to plan these things better.

We had another school party with home baked midnight cup cakes but I’ll save that for another post.

Anyway, Happy Birthday Darling T2. We love you more than you ever know.


My baby is almost 4

My little T2, still as little and tiny as ever, my baby girl, will be 4 in exactly a month. Shit. That’s 30 days, which means I need to get my act together to organise some birthday do for her. She has never had one but now that she’s at school, she has specifically said that she wants to bring some chocolate cupcakes to school. And we must bring some party packs too, Mommy! 

I shall oblige. I shall totally oblige. After all, her big sis had a birthday bash every single year since the day she was born. Heck, she even had a party BEFORE she was born……

So yes, my little T2, you can definitely have some cupcakes for your birthday AND party packs. Whatever you wish.

How fast she has grown. Still as clingy as ever to Mama, but such a little Chilli, as her Grandfather calls her.

My absolute favourite time with her is when I pick her up from school everyday. Her standard questions every day –

“What’s for lunch/dinner/breakfast today, Mommy?” She still mixes up those 3 meals but everyday, she does mean lunch.

Her next question everyday without fail: “What is Kakak wearing?” Errr… the heck I know! (nor care). Why does she ask? She wants to check how observant I have been, I kid you not. So if I were to guess some outfit such as black T-shirt and shorts, she would take the opportunity to say, “Wrong!!! She is wearing an orange shirt!!” and starts cackling in fits of little girl cheer.

OK – whatever. It is obvious that she loves her Kakak. Memorises her outfit of the day although that can’t be too hard since she probably has 7 different outfits in total. After picking her up daily, we go home for lunch and then I get back to work and when it is time again, we go out together to pick T1 up.

T1’s school has this huge field and T2 loves running around in it. I love her having the space to explore since we do not have a garden at home but the heat, OMG, the heat kills me!

But she is so happy despite the heat, like the caged puppy let loose from it’s kennel. Bless, my deprived child.

Another deja vu moment DAILY on our way home is, “Is the goat out today, Mommy???”


Yes, goat.

A REAL goat.

One with a little goatie, one that bleats.

Right outside my neighbourhood on the way home from school. Literally walking distance from home, right in the city centre of KL. Can you believe it? There is a goat! Someone keeps a freaking GOAT.

It is the highlight of my girls’ day every day to see this goat. Sometimes he appears, sometimes he doesn’t, but every time, they look out for him. I wonder what his name is.


Precious Moments with My 2 Girls.

Today, T2 asked me why I opened the car window and I replied that there was a bug in the car and I wanted it to fly out. Her story started…..

“You know, I think the bug likes the car and he doesn’t want to go out because he likes the air-cond in here. It’s nice and cold but it’s hot outside. You see? He is not flying out. I’m telling you, Mommy, he is not flying out. He likes to be cold. He likes the air-cond. Like me. Actually, I wish I was a chicken then Daddy can put me into the freezer. I can play with my chicken friends in the freezer.”

At which point I cracked up laughing…..

“CHICKEN??? Don’t you worry, T2. When we go to Europe in winter, you would be able to feel what it’s like being in a freezer.”

“Yaaaaa, when??? How many more years are we going to Paris?”

“9 months, T2. Not years. Months. And why do you want to be a chicken?”

“So you can eat me, Mommy!”

“But if I ate you, there would be no more T2!!! And I love my T2!!!”

“It’s OK, Mommy. You can always make another T2. And another. And another. And another……”

I learn from my kid, you know?

Child Labour for a Good Cause

Working for what you want

My girls are incredibly spoilt. They’re not bad girls and in fact they’re very good girls by far, but they’re highly pampered and get things very easily. They can adapt to unfavourable situations yet if they can milk it, they will. Thus I’ve decided that from here on, I will stop being free with anything that they want. We will start a barter rule. Unfortunately, this doesn’t work so easy with T2 who really won’t do what she does not want to do.

Unless you call the Police Man from the Bangsar Police Station.

Mostly, she will weigh the pros and cons and make a firm decision that rather than go to bed early, she would forego that chocolate scoop of ice-cream.

Today, T1 asked for some new pipe cleaners for craft after seeing some wonderful colours at a friend’s place. I told her she had to work for it by cleaning the underside of every chair and stool in our home, then wash one toilet. For reference, we have 4 dining chairs (because I threw 4 out due to old age), 4 teak stools, 6 swivel office chairs, 4 children chairs and stools and 4 random stools including the piano stool.

T1 happily delegated some of this work to her willing assistant.

After they finished wiping the legs and undersides of all the chairs/stools, they proceeded to the toilet (which happened to be quite clean already because our helper had just cleaned it this morning!) but still they found corners which were not spanking clean – according to T1. I had yelled out to them, “Why are you cleaning the guest toilet when Kakak just cleaned it this morning??!!!!”

And T1 insisted that there were still dirty bits. She chose not to clean my master bath where there was a whole lot more cleaning to be done. T2 set out to wipe the toilet walls and T1 proceeded to wipe the toilet blinds (so now we know where my helper cheats) and under the sink.

After an hour of cleaning, they were showered and hungry for dinner.

I’m beginning to like this shit!

So I called the Hubs to make a special trip to the store to get them their rainbow pipe cleaners. Aren’t they a lucky bunch? Work an hour and get paid immediately.

Next project – delayed gratification. The questions is how we define the term delayed.

Conversation with Kids

Because I am such an extremely busy woman, most of my quality time with the kids is spent in the car whilst I am their driver. T1 on her observation on the election flags:

T1: Mommy, the trees are PAS, the sky is BN and the best is DAP, all the colourful cars around us.


One day, I was busy with work (as always) and T2 was being a pest around me asking me a million and one things and I could not concentrate. You know how it is, when you’re writing or reading an intense contract, the key is focus and I just couldn’t focus with that little voice asking so many things. Eventually, Kakak called her over:

Kakak: T2!!! Apa you buat??? Don’t disturb Mami. Mari sini lipat baju.

T2: Me tak mahu lipat baju….(and scrunge her little face up in disapproval)


My little T2 just loves going out. I’m not sure why she loves going out. The Hubs and I, we love staying home! But this girl is happiest when she’s out and about. The other day when I was on leave, I’d brought her out for almost an entire day – exhausting for me. We went to do Mommy’s exercise class, then had a Japanese lunch with a business associate, then met up briefly with Nana as Mommy had to pass something to a new member of staff and Nana happened to be at the same location, then went to school to pick Che-Che up, then had dinner at the Daily Grind and Boost Juice for dessert. When we got home, T1 flung her arms in the air and exclaimed super dramatically, “Ahhhh……today was such a FUN day, Mama!!!”


One thing that drives me completely ballistic is when T2 runs up and down the corridor we have at home because there is a glass shelf filled with books and I am terrified of her accidentally falling into it or just tripping over herself and falling flat onto our marble flooring. It is not uncommon to hear me yelling in my home, “T2, please WALK!!! WALK!!! I said WALK!!!”

And you will hear this over and over because these kids, they have selected hearing. Or maybe their ears are just SO filled with wax and God knows what else, that they fail to listen. I don’t know. I haven’t had time to check.

But one fine day after my screaming at her to W….A….L….K……, she stopped in her tracks and started walking slow motion like the running man robot and proudly announced, “Mama, look. I’m walking. I’m walking…..”,

It was definitely done to M.O.C.K. me.


One of my de-stressors every day is to play Scramble just before I knock off. Sometimes I do this at whim but yeah, I’m a Scramble addict and my kids KNOW this. They know that if they so much as whimper a single sound whilst Mama is on her iphone playing a round of Scramble, they would be dead. In a flash. Dead.

So every time now when I’m on my Scramble game, there would be dead silence but the moment the game is over and the Scramble game recording cheers and claps, my T2 will excitedly ask, “Mama win?? Did you win???”

Then she would quickly pull my phone towards her sight to double check my win as my head on the game will start shaking from side to side like a true Indian and T2 would go, “Awwwwww……..Mama win!!! I’m so proud of you, Mama……”

Nice to know someone is. Proud of me, that is.


In the past, we’ve given away so many toys. 6 XL sized large black garbage bags filled to the brim with toys to the Lighthouse kids. Bags and bags of soft toys to some other kids. So I don’t understand why we still have SO MANY TOYS!!! I don’t even BUY toys. Yish. People keep giving us toys.

So recently, I’ve hinted to the kids that we were going to do another big give-away. They hardly even play with all these toys. It’s like, there’s just too much to choose from, you know? There are so many kids who would appreciate these toys much, much more. Besides, my kids are always playing make believe and pretend and making up their own silly willy games anyway so who needs toys?

But as soon as I said let’s start packing up, T2 was quick to defend her toys, “No, Mama! You cannot give away our toys because they won’t fit in the car. There is too much toys. Can’t fit. Better to keep them here la…..” Her English is still quite kokak but what to do, we set her a bad example at home; although we’ve explained to her the difference between many and much and the ones and las but she chooses to think we’re the idiots instead.


One day, whilst we were at a playdate and T2 and her friend were playing with umbrellas, her friend’s umbrella broke and could not close. Hard as the two little 3 year olds tried, they were getting frustrated that they were going to get wet. Pretend wet. But still, pretend wet was still a very serious matter.

So I offered to fix it for them. It was a simple task of putting the fabric loop back onto one of the metal pins but 3 year old fine motor skills didn’t quite cut it. Voila! I returned the umbrella back to her friend who just took it and looked at it to check if this aunty had indeed fixed it. What a miracle! T2 was quick to quip to my surprise, “Can you please say THANK YOU, AUNTY!!!” in an authoritative tone to her friend which I thought was hilarious.


T2 and her plenty excuses…..this girl talks so much you wouldn’t believe it for if you met her, she’s as quiet as a mouse. I kid you not. If she wants to be carried, she would say she is tired. If you ask her how she can be tired since you’ve walked even more than her already, she will come up with all sorts of reasons to prove why she would be tired and needs to be carried.

Despite me not paying much attention to her in her 3 years of life, she has observed and sponged up from her learnings through her sister and her environment. She is good at putting 2 and 2 and 2 together logically and quite impresses me!

She is also Miss Bossy Boots (gosh, I swear all this is genetic and comes down the blood train from Nana) and complains about the painter painting the ceiling and making such a mess on the floor, and then when our car runs over the paint our wheels would be white, and who is going to clean our wheels. Later when we exit the car, she quickly runs to check our wheels and indeed it is white and she would tell me that I have to take the car very soon to the car wash to get the paint washed off or we would have white wheels forever!

She’s also very tarik harga. When her boy classmates says hi or bye to her, she completely ignores them and sometimes even looks away. This gets really embarrassing if said kid’s parents are with them thinking what a little spoilt brat with no manners this tiny girl is. Le sigh.

She will only layan those whom she likes and there are very, very few. I’m really not sure how she discerns her friends but I’ve noticed when it comes to adults, she is more drawn to those with gentle, soft voices much more than the booming voice types.

Oh, my little T2. Love her and yet, she drives me up the beanstalk.


I leave you with T2’s cute alphabet scribbles… she writes this, she sings the alphabet song over and over again to remind herself which alphabet comes next.