Temper Cancer

April 2, 2015 at 10:50 am

The little one has been extremely difficult, even though she gave us her promise, she still has tantrums and fit of anger triggered by the smallest thing.

Me: You know, you really should control your temper.
Zaria : I try to ma, but sometimes I cannot control it
Me: What you have is like a temper cancer you know. We try to help you but if it doesn’t work, we’ll have to send you to Monfort Boy School, they are like a hospital for all the temper cancer patient
Zaria : Then when can I come back?
Me: Until you are fully healed from temper cancer, and you can control your temper so you don’t get angry so easily
Zaria : But cancer cannot be cured right?
o.O”

Anyone has any suggestion on how to cure Temper Cancer?

We try to speak to her nicely, it doesn’t work.
Taking away privileges, it doesn’t work.
Punishing her, it doesn’t work.
We kept telling her we all love her, she knows it, and starts feeling sorry and sobs, but then it’s easily forgotten, and next day, the cycle repeats.
She’s only like this at home, at school, she’s always conceding, no teachers have ever complained about her except that she day dreams sometimes.

I just hope this is a phase she’s going through, and it’ll be over soon.

Feisty Zaria

January 6, 2015 at 10:25 am

Happy New Year to everyone.

Ever since we gave Zaria the barista title, she makes coffee or tea for me daily.

Yesterday after breakfast, I asked her for my cup of coffee as usual. Zaria said later. And repeated her ‘later’ for the next 1hr and eventually did not bother to even reply when I asked about my coffee.

I lost my patience and went downstairs, to see her lying on the sofa reading.
Me : From 9 till 10:30 I asked for my coffee, and you kept saying later, and then didn’t even answer me any more! Today is my 1st day of work, you are still on holidays, and you can’t even make your mom a cup of coffee? Do you have anything to say?
Zara : Sorry ma, what do you want ma? Do you want me to make a cup of coffee or tea for you?
Zaria : ….
Me : Ok. For lunch, I’m not cooking for you, and Auntie (our helper) cannot cook for you too. You go and figure out what to eat. There’s lots of cereals and milk.
So I made my own coffee, and thinking Zaria will come over to apologise; but instead, she went to our helper and asked, “Auntie, do we still have mee sedap?”
o.O”

At 12pm, she boiled a pot of water herself, cut opened a pack of mee sedap, and made herself lunch!!
o.O”

While I was eating roast chicken sandwich, and fried button mushroom with Zara at the same table with her, I asked “You can have some if you say something to me.”
Slurping her noodle, she said, “Even if I say sorry, I don’t really mean it, so what’s the point of saying it.”
o.O”

That’s my 8 year old alright, feisty, independent, non-complying.

Every Child Is A Creator (Of a Gadget)

May 23, 2014 at 5:42 pm

Unlike most urban kids, our girls don’t own an iPad, don’t have free access to one (they can only use it as a dictionary freely), and neither can they watch TV as and when they like. They are only allowed TV or the iPad time if they have earned it, such as, they have done a page of writing, or some worksheets I’d given to them, etc.

Today, I went out for a long lunch, and came home to find the girls have created their own toy with a box which was used to deliver my shopping 2 days ago.

They have created a vehicle which they claimed can be converted to a ship, a car, a plane.

With a very special control console.

I asked Zaria who was ‘driving’ the vehicle, “How can you have games on your console, you can’t play games when you are driving.”
She said, the car drives automatically without human control.
But of course.

They created a smart phone too with all the Apps they are interested to have.The 1st app on the right on the 2nd row is photo gallery according to Zaria.

The paw is an Apps for animals, and she hasn’t figured out what it can do yet.

And of course, how can someone do without an iPad, loaded with all the important Apps.

Love to see the girls do this instead of just being glued to the TV or gadgets.

Learning Biology Through Our Dog Bubbles

May 21, 2014 at 9:37 am

Bubbles has been with us for more than half a year now, and the girls treat him like a brother. Our conversation revolves around him a lot, and through him, sometimes Biology is learnt.

One day.
Zaria : Ma, how come Bubbles’ penis has so much hair?
Me : Err, because dogs don’t wear underwear, the hair is to protect their penis.
Zaria : Oh, he needs hair on the penis so that even when he doesn’t wear underwear, people cannot see his penis.
Me : yeah, something like that.

Another day.
Zaria : Ma, Bubbles pole dancing on me.
Me : Bubbles, no pole dancing! Shuu…
(Bubbles climbed down from Zaria, then after a while, climbed on her again)
Zaria : Ma, Bubbles pole dancing again. Now his lipstick is showing.
Me : Bubbles, stop it!
(Bubbles climbed down from Zaria)
Zaria : Ma, why can’t you allow him to pole dance on me?
Me : Because he cannot! It’s not right.
Zaria : Ma, actually what is he trying to do?
Me : He’s trying to mate with you Zaria.
Zaria : But he’s so young ma, how can he mate with me?
Me : In animal years, he’s old enough.
Zaria : He doesn’t know I’m too young to mate is it? And we’re not even married. o.O

Growing Up – But Not Too Grown Up

April 8, 2014 at 3:51 pm

One day, they are not too grown up :
Zara : ma, can you read to me tonight like how you used to?
Me : ha..
(I’d stopped reading to her almost half a year now; the girl’s English is getting so good she’s teaching me new words and correcting my grammar and the books she’s reading is getting thicker than mine)
Zara : You know, I’m not too old for things like this.

Another day, they are :
Zaria fell from the dining chair.
Zaria : Ma, can you check, I think there’s something on my back.
Checked, and found her skin to be chafed.
Me : Poor baby, it must be very painful.
Zaria : I am not a baby! And it’s just a little painful. Ouch.
Me : You think a kiss will help? *about to plant a kiss on her back*
Zaria : *wriggled away* No. Tea Tree oil will help.
I caught her and kissed her anyway, and she giggled.

Effect of Our Japan Trip

January 8, 2014 at 12:20 pm

The 12 days Japan trip is probably highlight of 2013 for the girls; we did a lot of walking there, and now distance is measured based on the walk we took in Japan, and they are constantly asking when they can go back again (as if).

Brought Zaria to the market, she wanted this particular biscuit from a stall very far away.
Me : It’s a very long walk you know.. You sure you are ok to walk there?
Zaria : How far? Like walking from our hotel (that we stayed in Kyoto) to (Kyoto) train station?
Me : Shorter than that.
Zaria : It’s so near! Of course I can walk.

We went to Taiping last week of December (will post about that trip later when I’m done with Japan). We visited Maxwell Hill, took the jeep up to the peak, and walked down 3km on tar road, then took the jeep again, and then the last 3km we trekked down the hiking trail (steep and precarious).
Before we started :
Me : Have a look girls, you think we can do it?
Zaria : *looked at the path* I think this is more fun than the road.
Me : Very far you know, and it’s all like that, you think you can manage?
Zaria : Is it as far as Takao? (our ~7km trek in Japan Tokai Nature Trail)?
Me : No, it’s half of Takao’s journey.
Zaria : Then this is nothing. *started taking the lead down*
o.O”

Zaria : Can we go back to Japan again next year (I think she meant 2014)?
Me : It’s very expensive you know.
Zaria : But I’ll help to pay for it.
Me : With what?
Zaria : With my allowance.
o.O”
Yeah right, RM5/week.

Quick Witted/Sharp Tongue Zaria Again

August 20, 2013 at 11:06 am

These days, Zaria is picking up new words/phrases from the TV, her books, and when she wasn’t quite sure what something meant, she asked us, which made her learn them and able to apply them very quickly.

While I was trying out ‘nice’ dresses, and showed the girls.
Zaria said, “You are so sexy, I don’t even think you are cut out for it.”
o.O”

While her lunch of noodles arrived pipping hot, I asked her, “Do you need help with the noodle?”
Zaria replied, “I’m not a retard, I can eat on my own.”
o.O”

While we were out, the hubs wrapped his arm around me.
Being possessive, she doesn’t like others touching me, so she stuck out her tongue and said, “Blech! Please don’t swap spit now ok?”
o.O”

We went to the new Baskin Robbins nearby.
I asked her, “What if your Cikgu so and so (BM teacher from school) is also there?”
She replied, “Oh… and then Mr So and So (English teacher from school) will be there too. (She thinks her teacher and cikgu are going out.)
She then added, “Ha.. then I’ll tell them, don’t do that in front of me, don’t make me feel like a third wheel.”

Seriously, I didn’t think I know how to use those words until after I became an adult.

Quick Witted/Sharp Tongue Zaria

July 29, 2013 at 11:13 am

Although Zaria has always been the ‘chili padi’ in the house, of late, we found that she’s getting really good with words, and quick in her interaction with friends/family. Some recent ‘conversations’ :

Early morning.
Me : WHY HAVEN’T YOU TAKEN YOUR GLASS OF WATER BEFORE YOU STARTED PLAYING?
Zaria : (matter-of-factly) Looks like someone woke up with a bad temper today. o.O

The hubs said he wanted to bring the girls out for ice cream since exams is over. Then after dinner he laid down and rested (typical man!)
Zaria: You said you want to bring us out for icecream and now you want to take a nap. What kind of a father are you? You are a very confused father. o.O

One day, I was listening to Jackie Cheung the whole afternoon. I called Zaria to come over for a hug. She looked at me and said, “What? Thinking about Jackie Cheung and having a hallucination is it?” o.O

There’s this really gorgeous looking Osteopath who works on children (adults too), and because Zaria’s gymn teacher mentioned she has a mild scoliosis, I thought of bringing her to see him.
I showed Zaria the Osteopath’s photo, and asked if I should bring her to see him.
Zaria replied, “So that you can look at him with googly eyes when he check on me is it?” o.O”

One day, she asked asked me, “How long more do I have to go for Chinese class.” (referring to her Chinese enrichment class)
I told her forever.
She replied, “So you mean even if I’m old I still have to go is it?
Even when I’m dead, and become a skeleton I still have to go is it?
Even when I’m in heaven I still have to go is it?
Even when I’m stinky (dead body), and have maggots crawling on me I still have to go is it?

Zara added, “Yeah, even when you are a zombie you still have to go.” o.O”

And one day (quite a while back), when I brought her to cut her hair, I asked how short she wanted her to be, she replied, “Up my boobs.” (as if she has any). o.O” But I guess any body would know what length she’s talking about.

Kissy Kissy

July 16, 2013 at 10:39 pm

Do you talk to your children about your ex boyfriends or the relationship you have before you were married?

For me, since my girls and I talked about anything under the sun (the boys they like in school or enrichment class, who they or I thought is 帅 or handsome etc) they knew how many ex boyfriends I’d had before their dad came along.

Tonight before bed time, they wanted to question me about my past. Guess who did the interrogation? Zaria, the chili padi, but of course.
The interesting bits I’d captured :
Zaria : So did you hold Mr Chineeeese Man’s hands?
Me : Yeah.
Zaria : What else did you do with Mr Chineeeese Man?
Me : We kissed.
Zaria : Ptui! Buek! You kissed him? I’m not going to let you kiss me any more. Ptui!
o.O”
…..
Zaria : Where did you kiss him? In the restaurant?? In the toilet? In the shopping mall? Ptui.. UEK!
Me : We don’t kiss in public, Zaria.
Zara : That’s why ma, you shouldn’t kiss me in school too. It’s embarrassing.
Me : *roll eyes*
Zaria : Ptui! Buek.
Me : Why can’t I kiss my boy friend?
Zaria : Ptui! His salivAAAAA. EWWWW… UEK! *scrunching her face up*
Me : Then, can I kiss you dad?
Zaria : At least he’s your husband! Boy friend, girl friend, no kissy kissy! It’s HORRID, PUTRID and DISGRACEFUL. And the least I want to say is, it’s DISGUSTING!
o.O”
(I have to remember to show her this in future, and remind her Girl friend, boy friend, no kissy kissy!)

2 Children, 2 Reactions

July 8, 2013 at 1:17 pm

We got home from watching Coppelia Ballet very late on Saturday.

The girls fell asleep in the car on our way home. When they got home, both of them have to take a shower before they went to bed. Of course, both were in a foul mood. I helped them by quickly soaping them and rinsing them. While Zara cooperated, Zaria was throwing a tantrum, spitting toothpaste all over the shower cubicle as a form of protest.

After I’d finished rinsing Zaria, when I wanted to get out of the shower cubicle, I slipped and fall. BANG! I was sprawl on the ground. My left upper arm, abdomen, and right thigh hit the threshold of the shower screen, and I lay like that for a couple of seconds. Zara, who was brushing her teeth at the sink, rushed over and tried to pull me up. “Are you ok mom? Can you still walk?”
Although in pain, I stood up and moaned. Zara asked, “Can you still go to work?”
I asked her why she was asking me this sort of questions.
She replied, “Oh, because if you can no longer go to work, we’ll be poorer.” o.O”
She then helped me out of the bathroom.

Now, all these while, Zaria stood frozen in the shower cubicle. When I turned to her and glared at her (I probably slipped on the tooth paste she spat out). She glared back and me, “What? It’s not my fault wut.” and stomped out of the bathroom. o.O”

No apologies, no asking if I was ok from this girl. This girl has very little compassion. *shake head*

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And how was the ballet?

Throughout the ballet the girls were talking with their friends (who sat on the same row) and occasionally exchanging seats (until someone at the back went SHHHHH).

While Zaria was interested in the whole 3 acts, Zara at act 3 was getting bored (guess it was getting really late). Making remarks like “When are they going to stop?” (when 2 guys danced). And when they finally did she went “YEAH!!!” and cheered so loud like she was in a football match and her favourite team scored a goal. R-U-D-E!

As for Zaria, when the lead dancer put on white tights and came out dancing she said, “Now I can see his butt which are like two paos and his giant penis.” o.O”

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