3 years old liao

To add some comic effect to the entry, this post shall be in singlish.

I’m 3 years old liao! You probably thinking so fast, right. Mummy is thinking, 3 years only, it feels very xiong leh. Minus 3 years, that means how many more years to slog? Sian.

What has gone by right before I turn 3? Kiasu lah. Mummy started me on music and ballet lessons. So, now every Sat, after breakfast with my grandparents, we will chiong to music lesson. Then hor on Sunday, after breakfast, we will chiong to ballet lesson. And, in order to cut lui, we took bus & train. Mei mei leh? Wah, she good life lor, eat, sleep and naughty at home with ah mah. But, mummy starting her on gymboree next month, so hiak hiak, o-bi-good, too pui so mummy got to bring her to exercise lor.

How mummy wishes that she has a long list of stuff about what I can do to report on, but boh lor. Very jiat luk lor, my sanzhijing is still incomplete, my abc still all over the place, the planets are still like cookies to me, my phonics is still half pass here and there. Wait wait, I do know where my music keys are, very li hai already what.

Thank you for the birthday wishes to me! And, thank you for the ang bao which will be saved till mummy has enough lui to buy the digital piano for me!