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* My glorious 33

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It's my Birthday today and WOW I am 33! Honestly I look forward to seeing that number in my age get bigger in the most glorious of ways. But what I actually want to write about is how this number '3' has become so part of my life. I have a 3 year age difference with my husbandMy husband has a 30 year age difference with our daughter.I have a 30 year age difference with my eldest son.I will soon have a 33 year age difference with my 2nd son.My daughter has a 3 year age difference with her brother.My older son will soon have 3 years of difference with his younger brother. So what can I say, oh glorious 3.
I am certain that when we do get our next car, I would suggest to my husband to get the registration number as 3 or 333 (symbolising our kids!) or may be even 3333 (which all 5 of us!)

"We turn not older with years, but newer every day" ~ Emily Dickinson

* What's the issue here?

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I don't know about the other parents out there, but I am totally freaking out to the thought of my little girl going to Standard 1 (Std 1) next year. Why? No not because of the toilet and the canteen, but the Bahasa Malaysia (BM) subject! Although I must say the toilet and canteen situation will kick me in the head when I actually do send her off to Std 1.

How did we do it?
How did we go to Std 1 and had no trouble to pick up that language?
Was it because we had an easier syllabus then or was it because we all actually played with Malay kids in the field that allowed us to speak the language because Malay kids those days spoke more Malay than they themselves do these days?

I have been looking through the books for Bahasa Malaysia Std 1 KBSR, and OMG is the book for real ha?

I don't remember having to answer comprehension questions like those when I was in Std 1 back in 1984! The stuff our kids are doing now, I believe I only did them in Std 3!

I know of some children who are …

* Weeeee willy winky

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Around the block of our Music School in Sri Petaling, there is a homeless man who lurks around with the worst stink of cheap alcohol and no shower. He walks with only his torn and tattered pants and his hair and face can give any kid the fright of his life.
That is exactly what I did to my son! I introduced him to the biggest fright of his life.
Yes I know it sounds bad, but if you hear me out, I hope you would think otherwise. My son, who has been off his diapers for almost a year, like many little boys just loves to stand around holding his little winky for no apparent reason! I have asked him if he thinks his winky was going to fall off which is why he keeps holding it? He laughs and to all my tries I have failed to make him stop doing it! It's really embarrassing especially in public. Then again, this is a common thing boys his age do, but he's my son and I don't want him doing it! So I did, what I thought was right and has helped so far.. I told him that KAKA MAN c…

* The HERMIT

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Basic Tarot Story
After a long and busy lifetime, building, creating, loving, hating, fighting, compromising, failing, succeeding, the Fool feels a profound need to retreat. In a small, rustic home deep in the woods, he hides, reading, cleaning, organizing, resting or just thinking. But every night at dusk he heads out, traveling across the bare, autumnal landscape. He carries only a staff and a lantern.
It is during these restless walks from dusk till dawn, peering at and examining whatever takes his fancy, that he sees and realizes things he's missed, about himself and the world. It is as if the secret corners in his head were being slowly illuminated; corners he never knew existed. In a way, he has become the Fool again; as in the beginning, he goes wherever inspiration leads him. But as the Fool, his staff rested on his shoulder, carrying unseen his pack. The Fool was like the pack, whatever it was he could be was wrapped up, unknown. The Hermit's staff leans out before hi…