Aisya Rahman | Don't clip my wings

The above is a topic that is commonly discussed world wide, not just here in Malaysia. I talk about it every other day with my husband.
Few years ago, when we only had one child, we told ourselves that a landed property would suit us best. We started scouting for a landed property that could fit our budget. Unfortunately this only meant that we could only scout for new properties that...

I took my Baby Taylor out from its hardcase tonight. It has been months since I last strummed it. The scent of its wood reminded me of the attachment I once had with this instrument.
What made me want to play the guitar tonight? Or the right question would be, why the heck am I plucking Metallica's Nothing Else Matters instead of other songs that I am familiar with?...

I lie awake in my king-sized bed, with my kings-in-the-making. One is a chatterbox, the other one is a milk guzzler. I am trying to recall on the fuss about the dream of having a pair, but I just can't remember the drama. Seriously, my two boys are my...

I never ever thought this day would come. It is the day where subconsciously all I can think of is: where do I send my son for preschool because this decision will support him in preparing for primary.
It has always been a lifelong dream to send my children to a Chinese-base primary school, eventhough this decision means more homework, more rotan but on the upper hand, this type of school allows my children to have a third language; Mandarin, and hopefully...