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My Warwick Bachelor's Bridging Module class has started since the past Saturday from 10am-4pm.

Tonight was the 2nd class. It starts at 6pm but ended slightly earlier than 10pm. Bless the Professor.

I started my work shift at 8am. Which means I left my house at 7am took the cab with Irman and sent him to infant school at Toa Payoh before heading to Novena (where I work) by public transport.

Reena was sent by my husband.

By the time I reached class, my heart ached to see my children very badly. I didn't get to pick Irman or see Reena.

It may be a form of exaggeration to some but it is true.

Eversince Reena and Irman were born, I have been the main person who looks after them 90% of the time.

I had to cancel a lot of appointments because I am always with them 24/7.

I visit the supermarket with them, when I have dinner outside it is rarely alone. It will always be with Reena and Irman.

I have never been apart from them for too long.

I took my Leadership Diploma while I was pregnant with Reena. I halted my studies for a while when I was pregnant with Irman.

And now finally pursuing again.

The class is a whole week straight but not the entire 12 months of the year.

But it IS hard for me who has never part ways from my children.

To my delightful surprise, my husband and kids picked me up.

I gave them multiple hugs and kisses. Asked Reena what she did in school during our ride back home until she dozed off.

Then played a short game of "ah-ball" as Irman calls it before he went to bed at home.

Treasures. That's what my children are to me. Irreplacable treasures that I hold o to deeply.

They complete me as a person. My strength when I am down.

What wonders children can do.

And yet I wonder how some inhuman and unjust beasts can simply 'throw' their newborns into the sewer just like those awful pictures that have been circulating around facebook.

what I did with my children's hari raya "collection" money

It has been a customary tradition in Singapore to provide children (or young adults who are still schooling) with money during eidul fitri or better known locally as Hari Raya.

My children have been receiving their share of "hari raya collection money".

This brought back nostalgic memories which ia still firmly sealed in my mind.

What my parents used to do when I was a child, was that they would allow me to choose a toy that I like, purchase it with that money and kept the rest in my junior maybank account.

I am doing the same thing.

We brought the kids to Mustafa earlier today (no one was home for us to visit!).

I promised them that they could choose any toy that did not exceed $20.

Reena chose a doctor bag set with a Minnie Mouse play-doh set that she has been eyeing for sometime. It exceeded slightly by 80 cents. Both costs $20.80.

Irman enjoyed dragging things across the house. We 'assisted' in getting him a toy car with a ramp, which was suitable for his age. It looked somewhat likethe picture below :

Irman's toy costs $19.90 exactly.

We explained to them that the rest of their money will be locked in their bank accounts. (Not sure if Irman understood, he just nodded throughout).

Reena enjoyed her toys. Especially the play-doh. She rolled it and told me "Nana roll play-doh. Nana make snake."

She will then proceed in rolling it to a ball before using the other products to manipulate the dough.

She didn't want to stop playing even after we got home from my in-laws' place. And it was close to 10pm. Already past her bedtime.

I had to bring a very reluctant girl to the toilet to wash her "bum-bum", brushed her teeth, changed her nappies and got her ready for bed.

I promised her if she woke up early tomorrow morning, she can work with her play-doh before we head off for school.