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the 3-letter word

April 20, 2017 • 2,899 views • 8 comments •  shares

“Maksu, I know…” announces my 10-year old nephew today at dinner.

“You know what?” I ask.

“I knooooo-oooowwww…” Nephew repeats himself.

“You knoooo-ooowww what?” I ask again.

“I know what sex is.”

Noooooooooooo.

I did not just hear that.

That did not just happen.

I’m sorry, what just happened. Didn’t my sister give birth to you like 10 minutes ago?? Flashbacks of him as a baby came to my mind and I shake my head in disbelief of what I just heard. I definitely was not prepared for this. Suddenly my milo ais on the table didn’t taste so good anymore. I had knots in my stomach and I wasn’t sure if that was because of the nasi biryani or because my nephew now knows a stork didn’t deliver him.


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why do they grow up so fast?!

April 13, 2017 • 4,407 views • 6 comments •  shares

For the longest time, this has been my view. The kids room are about 60% done, the beds are in, the carpets are in, the blinds are in. I wanted Daniel’s room to be blue and orange, and Mariam’s room to be pink and white. Typical, I know, but it’s mostly to satisfy me, really. Haha. The kids really couldn’t care less if they lived in a nicely decorated room… or in room made out of newspaper (in fact, they might actually like the latter more haha).

It all looked like it was right on progress. But the mattresses took their time to arrive, and to be completely honest I didn’t mind. Because I know once they do, I had no more excuse – the kids were ready to sleep on their own. But what if I wasn’t?!! Doesn’t anybody ask the mom if she’s ready?!! *cries blood*


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my white pants

March 26, 2017 • 7,178 views • 41 comments •  shares

It was many years ago, I was in the Calvin Klein store and debated whether I needed these pants that cost a thousand bucks. Of course I do, my heart says. No you idiot you don’t, my brain says. I’m not a big fan of what the brain says usually, and surrounded by fancy railings and pleasant saleswomen who smile at me and tell me I look good… Why can’t my brain be nice like them?

Ka-ching. Pants are mine, they come home with me and I happily put them on my hanger in my room. We’ll be best friends forever, I told them. And indeed we were.


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my two important women

March 22, 2017 • 7,963 views • 15 comments •  shares

A huge part on why my life is so blessed is because I’m loved by my mom and mil, constantly having them make doa for Dean and I, and all their kids. I’m very lucky to have a mil who I’m very close to, and even luckier to have a mom who loves me unconditionally.

Everyday when I come home to pick up the kids from their houses, they’ll always look at me and say “You need to rest, please don’t work yourself too hard” with concerned looks on their faces. And then they’ll feed me dinner and realise all along that I just made that face so I could steal their food and not have to cook. *strategy* Bahahaha. Ok but no, jokes aside, I feel very loved at the end of every day because of them and I seriously cannot imagine life without them.


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spring cleaning

March 11, 2017 • 7,131 views • 34 comments •  shares

I know I have a lot of clothes and shoes and bags. I’m not going to dispute that, and I could show my husband a lot of other girls who have even more than me and he doesn’t accept such excuses… so I won’t try that with you either. Haha. But really, no one needs this much stuff, let’s just clarify that. But I guess I do it because it’s one of my favourite things in the world. And plus, I work in fashion, I need to be updated always. Consider them research (This also doesn’t work with Dean btw…).