Asian parenting after-school interrogation

Questions Asian parents like to ask their kids when they get home from school:

  1. What did you get for your test?
  2. What did your friends get for the test?
  3. Did you do better than your classmates?
  4. Why are there so many mistakes?
  5. Were you being careless again?
  6. Did you get all the answers right when the teachers asked in class?
  7. How could you get that wrong?

Questions you should ask your kids when they get home from school:

  1. How was your day?
  2. What did you do in school today?
  3. Anything interesting happened?
  4. How are your friends/teachers/the other people at school/etc?
  5. What did you have for recess?

Just ask the five simple, heartfelt, caring questions, and let the kids report the rest on their own. 
This shows that you are concerned primarily about their wellbeing, their experiences, and the people around them. Not their grades, how much better they are compared to their friends, or whether or not they are living up to your expectations.


Happy birthday, Stupid. 

What the hell did you do now?

What the hell did you do to sabotage your own relationship?


Yes, I heard. 

Can’t seem to keep one going long enough, huh?

Did you do what you did years ago?

It can’t be something you didn’t do. 

‘Cos not much has ever been expected of and from you. 

And it was always that particular thing you did. 

That thing that always escalated to something you overdid. 

That unforgivable thing…

But you’ve always been forgiven time and time again, haven’t you?

And yet, you haven’t learned a thing, have you?

So was that what you did?


Did you run around kissing girls and making them cry?


Did you run around kissing girls and making her cry?


“And who do you think you are?

Runnin’ ’round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts

And tearing love apart

You’re gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul”

– Jars of Heart, Christina Perri

So apparently, there’s already a song written for people like you. 

Seriously, who do you think you are?

Who the hell do you think you are, Stupid?

But then again, it’s probably karma coming back to bite you in the ass. 

Sorry, but I’m not sorry. Neither are the rest of the hearts in that jar. 

PS: ‘Stupid’ was your favourite thing to say. Now, ‘stupid’ right back at you. 🙂


Moments before birth and death,

you are struck by fear and anxiety

Fear of the unknown

Anxiety that comes with anticipation

Your thoughts are muddled

They are dark and grey

filled with uncertainties

Your emotions and mental ability being toyed,

you cuss and bitch in them, at them

You are in that state of depression

of self-oppression and self-dejection

You want it to be over 

But you’re not prepared for it to

You sink deeper as you await 

the time of its passing

where you cross over 

to a place foreign to you

to see faces alien to you

in a future realigned for you.
…Wrote this a week before I gave birth.