Tag Archives: Jocelyn Lau

LIFE OF PINKY: Pinky Goes To Nursery School

“Mummy, I don’t want to go to school,” the toddler whines. Inwardly, I sigh. It’s become a daily chore to send the toddler to nursery school. “Okay, dear, I’ll drive slowly,” I tell the boy in the back seat. Distraction … Continue reading

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LIFE OF PINKY: Pinky in Tsukiji

It’s not yet two in the morning when we step out of the Airbnb luxury apartment in Ginza, Tokyo, where we are staying two nights. We get into brisk momentum, mindful that it’s a fifteen-minute walk and visitor queues for … Continue reading

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LIFE OF PINKY: Pinky Celebrates Her Birthday

We’re celebrating Pinky’s birthday. The preschooler and I have chosen a one-kilogramme rainforest cake – as pink as can be – with a picture of Rainbow Dash from My Little Pony on it. We think the character best resembles our … Continue reading

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LIFE OF PINKY: Pinky Is Famous

“Did you really, really, really write so many stories about me?” Pinky whispers loudly into my ear. She is feeling terribly elated and flattered. I had not told her I have been writing short stories celebrating her adventures with the … Continue reading

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LIFE OF PINKY: Pinky Is Excited about Primary School

(For all parents of graduating kindergartners) It’s nearly the end of the year. Soon, the kindergartner will leave the preschool he’s attended since he was two, and go to primary school. At home, we have been poring over old photographs … Continue reading

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LIFE OF PINKY: Pinky Befriends a Hamster

“You take more photos of Minnie Mouse than you ever do of me,” a small voice by my ear says. “Or of the kindergartner,” another voice adds in a low tone. In surprise, I turn towards the dining table, my … Continue reading

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LIFE OF PINKY: Pinky and the Minuet in G

I’m seated on a piano bench at the back of the music studio, watching the kindergartner at his lesson with his new violin teacher, Mrs Chan. The children are young, and the parents’ participation as active observers helps in guiding … Continue reading

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