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I can’t help but to laugh to myself when I read the comments from friends on Facebook about myself “being abused” on my frequent ranting about the boys.

Once they turn into their monster mode (anytime at even smallest matter), everything get bad to worst. They will pee on their pants, then refuse to change, and want us to carried out all sorts of weird orders, one leading from another.

Two days back, while I was engaged on the phone (asking for a part replacement on my broken blender), Korkor was screaming and crying so badly until I had to order him to be taken out of the house by the maid. *You might wonder why I would not put down the phone first, and talk later once the boys are settled. I can tell you it will never happen as fighting and screaming can just spark in my house anytime of the day, at any odd hour, everyday.

Anyway, once finished my conversation and made an order on the discount office supplies, I went into the room and brought out my camera, to capture a video of the wild crying Korkor in the garden. Instead I found a kind Mrs Neighbour (who stays 4 houses away) standing in front of my gate, checking what’s wrong. Not only that neighbour, but we have kind neighbours from both sides, back, frequently stuck out their head to ask or come over to check if mummy is around. I know they mean well, because everyone knows we have a Kakak at home and they got worried about them being abused by Kakak.

Anyway, I bought a rotan and I hope I don’t have to cane them so frequent until they immune to it!