“popok” each other

February 8, 2017 • 8,520 views • 10 comments •  shares

“That’s mine, Mariam!!”

“Mai, mai!!”

“No it’s mine. I was playing with that first!”

“Mai, mainnnnn!”

Situation at home all the time now. That’s when I tiptoe and hide in my room and let them sort it out themselves. I mean hello fight your own battles, children, you’ll learn negotiation skills along the way. Haha. Can’t always have Mom and Dad solve their problems for them! 

Daniel and Mariam are generally very good kids. They are not rowdy, they are not naughty, they listen (most of the time). Alhamdulillah, Dean and I are very blessed. Except when they get new toys. Oh boyyyy the tug of war is just vicious ending up in tears. Usually Daniel’s tears, my poor firstborn is always giving in to his garang younger sister. Mariam’s personality is starting to develop and I see sooooo much of me in her; stubborn, determined and won’t take no for an answer. Sometimes she bullies Daniel and I feel so bad! 


the ugly side of me

February 5, 2017 • 6,874 views • 19 comments •  shares

Well one of them, anyway!

I am incredibly incredibly impatient.

Growing up, I would watch my parents a lot. Dad is always busy with work so he has low patience because understandably he didn’t have much time; he’d get impatient if food comes late at a restaurant, if kids make too much noise, if we take too long to get ready. Mom, on the other hand, always wants things now now now, and she’ll be very upset if you’re even a few minutes late. I remember my sister and I making fun of my parents about their patience level… and boy, did that bite me back in the butt. I have turned into them, maybe even worse. Haha.


our first MRT ride

January 29, 2017 • 7,416 views • 11 comments •  shares

Most of you street-smart people would roll your eyes reading this hahaha. BUT I DON’T CARE! I went on the MRT for the first time and it was so fun!! I got so excited tapping the coin onto the machine and when the gates opened for me, I felt like I was being accepted into a club or something. Hahahaha. Oh, things that thrill me.

It reminded me of my uni days in London, how I miss those days! Subway and bus and public transport everywhere even at night, and it was so safe. Here, we all drive (or Uber/Grab) everywhere but it’s nice to know that public transport is improving tremendously. This new MRT project reportedly cost RM21 billion (How. many. limited. edition. handbag. is. that?!!) so naturally I wanted to try it out since it just completed. Plus I’m a taxpayer too, so I contributed to a screw or two… the smallest ones. Hahaha.


four kids + genting highlands

January 26, 2017 • 6,986 views • 7 comments •  shares

I still remember those days I would write about Little Nephew and Little Niece. All those memories are here in Proudduck, just available for them to read one day when they’re all grown up. Now Little Nephew and Little Niece aren’t little anymore, they’re just Nephew and Niece…. at that preteen age… all grumpy and complicated. Haha. Now that whole generation has grown; Aman, Zara, Daniel, Mariam and recent addition Faith. And we keep them very close, they see each other almost every other day.

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eating in

January 16, 2017 • 8,422 views • 15 comments •  shares

One thing you might not know about the New 2017 Vivy?

She cooks. Everyday.

I know, right. I keep surprising you with my domestic goddess-ness.


Ok but seriously, I found a love for cooking in 2016 and ever since we moved into our new home, I’ve been feeling all domestic-y. Domesticky – what a cute word I invented. Haha. What I love most about cooking is not the taste of my cooking (I’ve served bitter curry before, and burnt chicken.. but you know.. not like they have any other choice…). But it’s the relationships that are strengthened through cooking. When I cook, I am in the kitchen with my helpers and it’s seriously so fun to just hang out with them and fuss over things and if we’re in fact sure if that’s salt or sugar we just put in the soup. And I swear I think they also love it, because we talk and laugh and I like to korek from them any problems that they’re having with their jobs. I always say that helpers who live with you are also a part of your family, so it’s your responsibility to take care of them and make them feel loved too.