our holiday in Sri Lanka<\/a>, and working on the posts. <\/p>\nHere is a post to capture some of the things that Zaria said in May.<\/p>\n
Brought Zaria for music class and waited for a car to back his car from a parking spot so I could take it, and the fella took forever so I drove away cursing.
\nMe : Idiot!<\/span>
\nZaria: Well, why don’t you call him a jerk.<\/span>
\nMe: Hey, watch what you say ok.<\/span>
\nZaria: What? Why can you usethese words and I cannot?<\/span>
\nMe: Because I’m an adult you are a child.<\/span>
\nZaria: So?<\/span>
\nMe: We are different.<\/span>
\nZaria: Are you saying I’m not human because we are not the same?<\/span>
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Looking at a poster in a lift of a crowd cheering (concert attendees I guess). Zaria asked me, “They are attending Ceramah (Bahasa Malaysia : lecture) is it?<\/span> <\/p>\nI think we’d been watching too much political ceramah on youtube. <\/p>\n
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At one of her tantrums, Zaria was taking the pencil and writing really hard on the dining table.
\nHubs : Stop it yeah. You are damaging property.<\/span>
\nZaria still angry, glared at hubs and then started drawing on her own hands.
\nHubs : So I don’t let you draw on the table, you draw on your hands yeah?<\/span>
\nZaria : So what? This is my property right?<\/span>
\no.O”<\/p>\n<\/div>