I am in such a bad mood!

Not at work but at home. No surprises there. I am zen at work or even at social places. This has been going on since Sunday. Today is the third day. I hate it when people disrupt my schedule (read: husband) And I hate it when people try to schedule my timing for me (read: in laws). And I hate it when I am pressured to do stuff which could be done later. No I am not lazing. Just that, the matter is not urgent to warrant immediate action. Important yes, but not urgent (read: husband)

Ok, so now I know why I am annoyed. Thanks blog. It feels good to vent.



Thaipusam 2018

What an adventure it was!

Out of the norm, hubby and I thought of taking the train(s) to the Batu Caves. This as opposed to driving to Selayang. We heard a lot of good comments from sister about the train services and we decided, why not.

So off we parked our car at the nearest LRT station and took the train up to KL Sentral. It was about a 45 minutes ride. Had the yummiest chapatti at one of the authentic Punjabi restaurants in Brickfields before continuing our ride in the next train, the KTM Komuter.

This ride took another 40 minutes or so before we reached our destination-Batu Caves. Now, the Batu Caves Murugan temple is biggest and largest temple in Malaysia. At least a million devotees are expected here every year for Thaipusam. Imagine the crowd.

We did the customary activities. Prayed at the Vinayagar temple, paid respect to the large Murugan statue, donated blood, walked around and bought some Indian sweets We also had an accidental discovery of the chariot Murugan & Vinayagar idols. So much for frequenting Batu Caves during Thaipusam for all these years.  Prayed again to the idols before leaving Batu Caves.

By then, a heavy down pour was expected as the weather became gloomy after being scorching hot just moments earlier. Drops of water, could be felt and we headed to the train station before we get caught in a heavy downpour.

The train that we took was already packed like sardines. This was given and off we went in trying to get whatever small space we get. About 15-20 into our ride, the train came to a stop at Sentul station. We were about 6 stations away to KL Sentral. Upon checking with one of the Police Officers, we were told the service for the train is up to the Sentul Station only as part of crowd management. Either we  could get to a platform on the other side or opt to take a transit bus to get to KL Sentral.

We walked to the other side of the station to get to the correct platform only to see the train packed to the brim. What choice do we have but to walk up again, exit the station and head towards the bus stop to ride on the transit bus. The transit bus was full but not packed. We could still stand comfortably.

About 15-20 minutes later, the bus stopped moving. We waited for a good 10 minutes or so without moving. The trailer and two other buses in front of us, did not budge as well though the cars on the next lane were moving swiftly. What do you know! Due to the thunderstorm, a big tree fell on the road, with part of its trunk hanging precariously overhead.

There comes this bus driver from the bus in front of us. Asks us to walk with him few metres down the road as the train company had arranged for buses from other routes to fetch the stranded passengers to KL Sentral. In the rain, we walked by the side of the highway to wait for the bus. Did I mention, we walked under the fallen tree?

Within a short time, the bus arrived and happily and almost wet us boarded the bus to KL Sentral. Though we had to stand for a good 15 minutes (I think), the ride was enjoyable.

Finally, we reached KL Sentral, famished. Spending almost 2 hours on the rail/road including the waiting time in between. This is not the end. We still have the last two legs to cover. One is from KL Sentral to the the LRT station closest to home followed by the return journey from the LRT station.

Another 45 minutes in train followed by dinner, we finally reached home at 7.30pm.


The other side of motherhood

I threaten my kids that:

  • I would lock them inside the store room if they continue crying.
  • If they cry continously till they vomit, I would make sure they clean it all up on their own.
  • I would leave the younger one with paathi should he continue to pee on the bed.
  • I would throw away his (the younger one’s) fish if he talks rudely to me.

and yes, I tell them to shush up if they keep on talking.

More on another day…


I first started learning bharathanatyam when I was about 11 years old. Four years later, at fifteen, I completed salangai pooja, the inaugural dance performance on stage. Before I knew it, 2 years passed by and I was 17. It was the year of a major examination, SPM. Two months before the exam, I stopped going to dance class to concentrate more on the exam preparations.

That was the last I ever learnt dance. Or so I thought. College happened. Degree happened. Work happened. Career happened. Love happened. Marriage happened. Babies happened. My grandma’s death happened.

The reason I mention my grandma’s death is because it served as a catalyst of sorts. What is life if you do not live it the way you wanted.

I realized I was 38 and have always wanted to start back dance from where I left off. I started looking for a dance school. The first one did not match my work schedule as I was working from home following the European timing. The second one, well, that was almost match made in heaven.

I connected through FB and I was asked to come for a trial class on July 2017. Off on a Saturday, I went for a trial and was asked to join immediately. Not only I started learning my dance, I in fact even performed in December for the school’s annual day within 6 months of joining the dance school. All this after a gap of 21 years.

Talk about achievement!



So, the PS4 was ordered on Monday, delivered on Friday, unboxed and fixed on Saturday and on full use on Sunday.

The son, N, has been consistently receiving good marks with vast improvement from one semester to the other. Came year two final semester and he was the top 5 in his class with almost straight As except for Math. He got a B+ by missing a point for A.

The father promised him either Nintendo or PS4 if he gets straight As. Seeing that he almost made it, the father relented and agreed to get him any one of the game console as he wished. As much as I did not agree, the father managed to convince me saying N deserved it for the effort he put in to get the As. Which I agree.

The boy did put it so much of effort which I am not capable of pulling off as an eight year old or as a thirty eight year old.

So with that, we got him a PS4 last week, albeit, delayed by 5 weeks. The delay deserves another post of its own, by the way.




I have phobia of birds. The smaller or more colorful they are or their feathers are more prominent, the more I fear them.  I start palpitating. I am unable to talk or move. I freeze just like that. In short, they give me the creeps.

And my eldest son said to me that I have a bird-like face. So did my sister. *sigh*