Stopover at Sentosa

Driveway of Amara, Sentosa where we stopped over for the night

With a long weekend coming up, Rockstar and I followed Kings down on his regular(ish) errands in Singapore where we stopped over in Sentosa for the night, after which he wants to spend the weekend at a beach resort in Bintan. Great shades of When I Start Work I Don’t Know When I Will See My Son Again – which might have something to do with his new boss actually telling him repeatedly to go on every holiday he can before stepping into the office.

(Another reminder there is just no way we could ever both keep our jobs and if I told you I’d morphed into a different person overnight and feel no tiny twinges of excitement at hearing the “pressure-cooker talk,” I’d be lying. It’s like being in AA maybe, you never completely lose the urge, you just learn to not let it control you?

Pre-Rockstar I remember loving the quiet, calm feeling of leaving the office late – the muted glow of the few office lights still left on – I signed up for gym membership nearby because of the comfort of shower and locker facilities within walking distance of the office and at one point had 6 pairs of shoes under my desk. (I cared for comfort – 3.5 inches are my max, but when I was tired, I wanted often not-as-attractive flats. And sometimes post Prada-Warehouse lunch hour decompression-shopping I simply forgot to bring my purchase home because I was going over what I did in the office for the day, when I left the office.)

And then post-Rockstar…….. I no longer saw the lights for the rushing guilt-ridden to get home. My former bosses might not have been able to tell the difference from my work quality, but I could tell, from the quality (or lack thereof) of my enjoyment for it.)

So then we on the Recreation Club Committee had scheduled this event from before they announced who was buying our bank and after dithering for a bit, morale being low and all, decided we’d go ahead with it. There were people at this local Singapore bank who’d been there 15, 20 years, and they were so emotional about the merge (with another Singapore bank) that they asked us to take down the signs we’d placed around the island pointing the way to the venue – because the signboards had the old bank logos and names on them. Today, if you find other X-This Old Singapore Bank people and introduce yourself as someone who also was there once upon a time, you might get an “Ohhh” <glimmer of nostalgia>.

(That’s not to say I loved everyone there – some of em thought it was hilarious to pull my chair back when I was sitting in it in best eager-beaver skirt-suit I could afford, no less, and see if I screamed. Yes I did. Humiliating. There were people who said things to me like “You Want To Do Well Ah? Then you just gotta “suck”-kar (ie “angkat,” shoe shine – but their way of saying is quite crude). Those can just go and drown themselves – can’t believe they have kids, most of them.)

Amara Sentosa Lobby (just missed Rockstar running round and round this thing in the then- empty lobby)

Amara Sanctuary, Sentosa was also where I stayed while pregnant with Rockstar, after my then-employers in Hong Kong signed me up for a structured products conference. Kings was not letting his unborn child out of his sight, so he promptly scheduled a business trip to Singy at the same time.

There was a wedding dinner in the function room opp the lobby that night too… It’s where  I used to waddle to Structured Products seminar..  See the waiters lined up inside getting ready for the “show”

And the room/ hotel look pretty much the same as I remember (sorry accidentally deleted room pics)…

But from this old local Singapore bank that no longer exists also came some brilliant guys. One could price anything – as in all kinds of hairy stuff, and he would literally give the big i-banks a run for their money when they showed him crap. He already had a several USD million personal portfolio but kept up the work habit to keep from “boredom”. Better believe he didn’t give two hoots about office politics. Another was a swaps trader who didn’t blink when hitting the market in USD 50-100 million sizes – but whose voice might shake if you made him speak up in a meeting, he is a shy quiet (very nice) guy who is blessed with twin boys maybe a year younger than Rockstar. Another, who was barely in his 30s at the time, (ok actually I think all 3 were about the same age around 5 years my senior) spearheaded the creation of Singapore’s first Asset-Backed-Commercial-Paper Program (some similarity to now-infamous CDOs and no to the best of my knowledge it didn’t blow up). I considered getting to sit in on some of their meetings a privilege.

And no, none of these guys ever did anything like pull a chair out from under me – I’d like to think people with some substance have a bit more class than that.)

Kings and I spent our first date as an official couple here, across this bridge. He fried bihun, then included biscuits, chocolate and Seremban Siew Pau in a large shopping bag and carried it all around because he didn't yet know what I liked to eat

During my first bank job, the first merger of my work life, we had a final, Bank Recreation Club event here on Sentosa. You know, those events where people in dealings rooms like to “arrow” wide-eyed eager-beaver interns to sit on organizing committees for. I was pretty much the widest-eyed, eagerest-beaver intern, pre-chopping off my long hair from college days into my first very short pixie. Now I look back I wouldn’t be at all surprised if ex-colleagues (some of whom are still my friends today) tell me I was perceived Intern Least Likely To Succeed, just “packaging-wise”.

(Come to think of it, Kings got a talking-to of that sort from his seniors as well. For some years he’s since overtaken some of the seniors who in all sincerity thought he really wasn’t going to make it and that they were doing him a favor sitting him down to a Get Your Act Together talk. Me, well, they were right about me, I’m jobless now haha.)

Rockstar rocking pasar malam clothes and Crocs and carrying his latest magnetic puzzle toy about

So we spent then night, then had breakfast in the foodcourt nearby, then Rockstar had a playground fix and it was time to check in at the ferry terminal to Bintan.

About SGD 140 gets us 3 “business class” tickets on the ferry. You get to hang around this so-so lounge with coffee machine and Teh Tarik (Rockstar turned his nose up at the “too sweet” Milo) with gorgeous sound of real waves and coconut trees and playground. We are so always ferrying “business class” from now on.

Onward To Bintan! You can tell we're thrilled.

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Rockstarism #158 – What Does Jesus Do

*** Updated with some thoughts at bottom

Girlfriend’s rockstar: Is Jesus a nice man?

Girlfriend: Yes

Girlfriend’s rockstar: Will He buy me a Ferrari? (As in the little toy cars)

So I tell Rockstar what his schoolmate said

Rockstar: God makes sheep, He doesn’t make cars.

God made whales? Not Lego? What about Lego Whales? (Ruining another pic by keeping his eyes closed)

For some time, I’ve been wondering how to reconcile science and faith, for when Rockstar undoubtedly asks… Science, taught in schools, covers things like Theory of Evolution, how amoeba became shrimp and fish became other animals became apes became humans… The Bible (and Sunday school) tells us God made the world, people and all. (Yes, sheep too.)

Science, the way theories are tested, proven or disproved, is a form of learning, and necessary for further “man-made” discovery. In the process, you learn to discover other things. You learn to erm, un-discover others. The process enriches you, the journey as much as the destination – just as a width and breadth in one language allows you to take on others and formal study is required in technical fields like physics and statistics. It is part of formal education. To know all the theories, what has been tested, what remains missing.

Religion however, is about Faith. (It would not BE religion, by definition, without faith.) Jesus stands at the door and knocks – it is you who have to let Him in. If you don’t accept that He died for your sins, you wouldn’t BE a Christian. The journey of discovery without the initial first step of faith is a very different one than that of someone who has already accepted. Faith is, to me, all the difference.

As a former unbeliever born to staunch Buddhists/ Taoists, no one could talk me into accepting Jesus, despite even an active Girls & Boys Brigade in my early childhood in Sandakan. This is because delivery of a message is in a sense only as effective as the ability of the deliverer. And there are none so blind.

But because of how my faith happened to me – one minute I’m sitting at the back of a huge service only as an obligation to a well-respected co-worker, the next I have felt something so powerful if I never feel it again for as long as I live I will still know there is a God – I understand how you have to let Him in. Then you believe what He tells you, because you already know irrevocably He is God.

This is because delivery of a message is in a sense only as effective as the ability of the deliverer.

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Chapter of Coincidences (And pretty much anything else I could think of)

So we’re sending our helper home for a week for her brother’s wedding (yes after she has worked maybe 8 months with us, yes to the best of my knowledge you are only required by HK law to give your helper a ticket in her second year of service with you but honestly we rarely follow this. Y-eah sorry, we still get really mad when our helpers lie to us, we’re not saints) and here’s a list of stuff that has also happened a la Murphy’s Law:

1) The dog gets diarrhea (Rockstar’s wearing Crocs indoors though I perpetually have Hexodane in small spray bottles anyway… This is me being melodramatic, because she’s missed like once in the last few days and she really beats herself up about it, she’s that nice. I am talking about the dog.)

2) We discover our main credit card got scammed sometime while we were on that last vacation so we’re busy changing all the auto-payments the card is linked to. Way to go, credit card fraud a-holes, that was the most senseless use of several hours of our life ever.

3) The car battery dies and we have to get it replaced. (During which time we also discover we are sans spare tire in boot. In fact, we can’t remember where we left it, from changing a flat years ago Yes While I Still Worked. And uh, we haven’t changed the battery since we got the car 6-7 years ago. Ok fine, ever. Also Yes We Really Aren’t Car People.)

This is what’s going thru my head:

1) It’s nice our helper told us her brother’s getting married. (Because we’ve been lied to a lot by previous helpers, and some of the stories were bad)

2) Shouldn’t have given JD that chicken soup from the table. Don’t all dogs eat chicken? Isn’t chicken soup chicken?? (But seriously this one was my fault. Kings is so telling me off when he reads this. Been awhile, I forgot JD has quite a weak stomach. For a dog. I gave her the chicken breast we used to boil soup. If she were a kopitiam mutt – and I say this with love – she would be a total FAIL. Lucky for her she is the most atas in the family, having appeared couple times in Pet Pet magazine back when we still did agility competitions.)

3) Citibank sure picks up dodgy transactions on our cards faster now. Is it possible somewhere in the credit-verse we’ve been flagged as hi-risk, with our constant online shopping and traveling?

If you have never had the pleasure of a late-night call from a credit card company (Kings is right! If it’s important they speak good English! Not 100% Cantonese only!), it’s usually locations you’ve never been in or strange tiny transactions. Salami Slicing comes to mind… Because no one is going to pick up the phone and listen to annoying elevator-esque on-hold-music in order to call it in over a few cents’ rounding.

4) How nice the car battery died while we were in the parking lot. Rather than say, on a highway somewhere in the middle of a muggy Hong Kong summer.

(It was like we were happily driving about with the proverbial giant bulls-eye on the bum of our old second-hand beemer-with-the-super-glued-interior and a sign saying “Noow! Now’s the time to strike us with car trouble, Fate! And yet, and yet we were not struck, praise God.

How lucky can you get, one morning you wake up and the car simply refuses to start, rather than say, stops somewhere in the path of other cars whizzing by at mach speed and you have a small child and dog in there to boot. )

Did you know you can get some local dealership to replace your battery at practically all hours? But you should not get the local dealerships that local taxis frequent to fix your Beemer no matter how crappy you think your Beemer is.

5) Oh wow, I forgot how good Kings is at housework.

Briefly, I considered us all cleaning at the same time, because that’s what another girlfriend of mine who comes from a pretty privileged home does with her son and hub on weekends (instead of say, Rockstar helping me with laundry tonight) but Kings tears about the place and gets mad at anything in the way. As in we have heard him tick off the dog for shedding – without irony.  As in she moves so much around the apartment more hairs drop off and therefore needs to lie down in one corner and not move.

So it’s out the door on school run.

Intrepid Explorer Rockstar

Oh yeah. Rockstar blades to the car park now. We wouldn’t let him blade all the way to his class like he wanted, in case maybe other kids started wanting to do it too; there is a very busy thoroughfare right outside – not to mention stairs. I don’t know what the binoculars were for. JD’s a little blurry from trying to get further away while he sailed by.

No, he has never actually bumped her or rolled over her tail or anything – but I caught him clattering about in circles round and round her once. She grumbled at at me to call my child off. (If you’ve ever had a Border Collie, especially a female, you’ll know they only look like dogs.)

Yup, it’s been surprisingly refreshing to do everything for ourselves for a bit. For one, Kings stays home more. For 48 hours more, anyways…

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Rockstarisms #156 & #157 – The Calling Grandmum Rockstarisms

#156

Rockstar: Mum. When we call, can you tell Grandmum to stop saying “What?” all the time (when she can’t hear/ understand him)? It’s quite irritating. Please tell her to say “I beg your pardon.”

#157

Rockstar: Stop saying “Open Sesame,” what is that?
Me: It’s from Ali Baba And The 40 Thieves. It was the secret password for opening the entrance to a cave that held many treasures.

Rockstar: Is it real?
Me: No it’s just a story. Not everything you hear in stories is real, some are just for entertainment, for fun.

Rockstar: Is that one of Grandmum’s crazy stories again?
Me: What, you think all crazy stories come from your Grandmum?

Rockstar: Hee. Yes. She’s quite crazy.

Zzzzz...

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Rockstarism #155 Dutiful Eating

After-school Scones and Jam (Uh, we're trying to carb up)

#155

Me: You didn’t touch your school snack (packed from home), did you forget to do your duties?

(As much as possible they unpack their own school bags on arrival at class, sorting diary (checked daily for parent-teacher communication), school snack, sunhat and book bag (on library days) in separate piles before placing school bag in their own cubbyhole, picking up their name tags (yes a lot of them can read each others names) and “signing in” which I think is writing their name on some register before the class starts each day… It never fails to amaze me how they get all these little kids so organized in Kindy)    

So anyway I thought maybe Rockstar forgot to unpack his snack, thereby not eating at break time.

Rockstar: No, no, I put my snack in the basket… But then at snack time I saw what it was and didn’t want to eat it so I put it back in my bag….. I ate the school biscuits.

Me: Oh ok

Rockstar: How come you’re not angry?

Me: Because you remembered your duties and also you did eat, I thought you went without eating.

Rockstar: No, <knowledgeably> the school has biscuits. And sometimes when I don’t eat (his snack) it’s someone’s birthday (ie there was cake or some other food available, I guess).

Belatedly I remember he went almost his whole first year without bringing a snack because he only wanted to eat the (relatively bland) school crackers. “I won’t eat it anyway,” when I wanted to pack something.

The snack he put back in his bag untouched was a chocolate-filled multi-grain toaster tart. Usually he gets a wholewheat toastie (either salmon or meat floss), our helper thought he might want a change that day… Apparently not..

He’ll eat cake because he likes birthdays, but I find it a little funny how after I answered his Why Is Too Much Sugar Bad with “too much spoils your teeth and isn’t good fuel for a brain that needs to learn stuff” he occasionally rejects foods as “too sweet” or says he’s “had enough (sweets).”

And that's my spicy scallop pasta ( and I had to finish his thick Caffe Vergnano hot chocolate)

My serious little man. The father should be that disciplined.

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Rockstarism #154 – The One With The Skiing Clips

#154

On his way to meet me after school, Rockstar happens to meet one of my mummy friends.

Rockstar: Mum. I saw your friend today. She said she saw me (doing something on our recent vacation). I didn’t know you put that up (on my blog), what picture is that? 

Me: Erm, maybe one of you is mistaken, why didn’t you ask her to clarify? (Because neither of us could figure out what it was she said she saw him doing)

Rockstar: I wanted to, but she was busy. I think my friend was crying.

Anyway finally uploaded some of his Thredbo skiing clips… Can’t tell between his 2nd or 3rd lesson -was kinda tied up with trying not to die so Kings took the videos, but I know it’s not his first hour lesson because his skis are no longer clipped together…

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-LRQR2u4rw]

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UseBrSfAZV8]

TGIF…

Ps: There’s your answer Mun 🙂

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BLOG DAY 2011

That’s today. 3108 because it looks vaguely like the word “blog.”

“…Blog Day was created with the belief that bloggers should have one day dedicated to getting to know other bloggers from other countries and areas of interest, and Nuffnang is proud to be celebrating the 6th Blog Day on 31st August 2011!

On Blog Day, bloggers will post a recommendation of 6 new blogs, and this way, everyone will find themselves discovering new, previously unknown blogs thanks to the viral effect of social media...”

Ok blogger friends, in no particular order, here’s my 6. (And please don’t judge me, I know some of these are on my roll, but I never actually introduced them before – not to mention I’m joining the Nuffnang Hong Kong exercise – of introducing blogs less common to the NNHK circle I guess. Hidden benefit of a mummy blog that regularly changes its mind as to whether it shall attract more Malaysian, HK, Singaporean or Aussie readership.)

All in the family:

1) One Red Robin: Jhoanna is in the top 100 Australian women bloggers with her craftsy blog. I got to meet her because she’s moved to Hong Kong with her 2 girls now. Oh, and she’s married to:

2) Mr Gadget: Who’s yes, also in Hong Kong now. Best Geek Blog, anybody? How about Seriously Professional Techie Blog. Oh hell, just check him out please – I suck at introducing his techie blog, but I promise he doesn’t. (Suck, he doesn’t suck.)

Then there’s…

3) wtffund: Which I judged him for naming, but then sent HKD 20 in anyway, just to be supportive. Still judgmental dude, still supportive. Shanghainese/ American (ok maybe way more American), Yichao is an over-achieving 20-something once-upon-a-time-product-of-a-Tiger-Mother – who has emailed me some of the most interesting, long responses to my blog posts.

These next two who’ve been friendly visitors that (I think) haven’t been linked very much to yet (another prerequisite of blog day exercise?)

4) Life After 38: Also one time product of Tiger Parenting, she’s exploring life and hugely supportive. Thank you, Mun.

5) Carebear In Crazyland: Mun and I have never been drunk, Dora. More stories of powder and alcohol in London boarding houses please.

This next has been linked in Malaysia before… But I love her anyway!

6) Flying Fish In Big Pond:

Travel tips to Phnom Penh, blue skies, chef husband from Luxembourg, overall nice girl with sweet comments, anyone?

AND…. No I can’t count. Here’s Lucky Numberrrr……

7) Xiaxue:

Xiaxue’s blog needs no real introduction, she’s famous (see? doesn’t count) – but less known may be why this mummy blogger links to her. While I’ve never met her myself, I have friends who work with her. She’s no dumb blonde (haha), she’s seriously smart. She doesn’t lie. And considering she gets 20-40,000 hits a day, if you were expecting a prima donna, you’d be disappointed (that’s what people I know who’ve worked with her told me). I respect that.

But reading her also reminds me what my blog is not. Her blog attracts random, visceral haters. She turns random anonymous hate comments into entertaining blog material (told ya she’s smart). Her blog is sensational. Huge. And a constant reminder for me what not to strive for. Because mine be mummy blog. Now, there’s an irony. I call it The Paradox Of The Rockstar Blog

Because my readers are often mummies (well, parents – I know I’ve got some dads too) and the odd other caregiver, I rarely get anonymous negative comments (which I call “cheap shots”. Ok fine not that anonymous.)

Come to think of it, aside from a few brave souls, I don’t get any comments, I usually get sensitive, detailed, sometimes a little shy emails (or texts) from other parents or caregivers. Sincere readers. I have a folder where I save these messages because they remind me parenting, the blessing of responsibility for raising another human being, should bring out the best in you, not the worst.

And the people writing in, many whom I did not know before this blog, prove it.

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Special Friends, Special Gifts

What? I had nothing else to do waiting to be served – and this was the only pic I could get without anyone in it… You never know ok, catch some guy in the frame at Tif’s the wife somehow sees it and says “How come I didn’t receive anything from Tif’s”…..

Tiffany’s at Pacific Place lunchtime is filled with Putonghua-speakers, Cantonese-speakers and a lone Singlish? Manglish? speaker, all waiting for their little-blue-box purchases so I have to hang around for a bit waiting to be served.

My purchase is erm, “small” by comparison, I’m ordering a silver photo frame with engraving (allow a week – I didn’t, the first time – and btw Links of London has similar for a fraction of the price but then you get black grosgrain, not white satin on duck-egg blue which yes can make Flakiest Argument Known To Man And Shopping but when you gift to a special friend, especially one whose wedding you were supposed to fly to San Francisco to attend, you had better make it white-and-duck-egg-blue. And ask for an extra box if she might possibly want one to put hairclips in or whatever. Well done, Marketing. You might burn in hell.)

Rockstar (with) Tee… And no cat allergy either (I have one), my friend’s cat hides where the tee was kept – as evidenced by the dog slinking away when I unfolded it – JD had a bad experience with Mean Singaporean Cats (true story) when she was a pup so she will have nothing to do with felines 

Out of the blue a mummy friend texts me with pictures of a vintage-y Levi’s Rockstar tee – autographed by Dave Navarro no less, and it triggers warm and fuzzy feelings. Rockstar Tee! Signed by Real Live (Other) Rockstar!! How cool is that?

Rockstar Tee (Framed By Rockstar And Me) – but he was a little peeved because he wanted to wear it… Except it’s an adult-sized tee…

So cool we framed it this morning! I met W while volunteering together and became What’s App friends around her work schedule, often while waiting for our boys to fall asleep at night. She’s one of a select group of mummies whose messages prompt Rockstar to interrupt his messing with my phone to announce knowledgeably, mildly imperiously, “Mum. Your friend’s message. I know her son; your friend is —‘s Mum.”  (Maybe it’s a mummy thing, I just find it funny when he does that.)

Roo pouch

 This one I call Kings’ contribution to the Aussie economy. Because he cleared out the stock of the first souvenir store we visited in Sydney, buying these things for buddies/ male colleagues (the golfers among em might keep golf ball rests in the pouches). Must be some guy joke I don’t get. I will not be re-typing the word in the bottom right of the first picture. Supposedly these things are lucky but I did not find the Roo they belonged to very lucky…

Apologies, Mr Lauren…

Then this box I’m sending to my mum. It is virtually an empty recycled Ralph Lauren box, and then I had to get a jumbo-sized padded envelope to put it in. What’s in the box? Large prints of Rockstar’s pics. I have to do the box, not just the envelope and some cardboard, because my mum gets seriously bothered by dented corners and less-than-razor-sharp edges when the pics arrive.

Like, I suspect, many mums, mine also loves those little freebie skincare samples and cosmetic pouches and shopping bags and what-nots you redeem with points. Except I don’t actually use that much where I can accumulate enough points.

So then I find myself occasionally buying more things to get the points to redeem the freebies, and then feeling very happy with myself when I manage to buy stuff that can pass for freebie samples, and collect redemption points. (So, you guys who might approach my mum when she is walking her rescue mutt and overweight border collie: Don’t. Tell. Her. I’m buying “freebies”.) I guess somewhere in that painful narration of Things No One Cares About you would have got that the actual gift wasn’t the stuff. There would be a picture in the post office too, except I no longer mail these – because the last package got taxed several hundred ringgit upon arrival.

Anyway.

Selamat Menyambut Hari Merdeka to all the Malaysians. Today, 11 years ago, Kings and I met in Bar None, Singapore for the first time.

AND Congrats, Tim!!! on making MSN’s Top 10 Young Malaysians. For the two people reading my blog who might not know who Tim is, Rockstar knows him as Daddy’s Friend Who Kicks The Ball For JD Diligently, Has Bunked In My Cars-decked-out Bedroom, Then Together With (his GF) Audrey Thoughtfully Presented Me With Cars MagnaDoodle. Which I’m Still Doodling On Each Morning. Also The Guy With The Courage To Pick Me Up When We’ve Just Met And I’m Having A Moment.

Well, this is a post about thoughtful gifts… Oh, and I’m pretty sure Kings gave him (and of course Ming) roo pouches. Special ones. Saw Kings shopping for special ones <cough> 😀

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Schools Applications Season in Hong Kong

In some parts of the States and Canada, they have Hunting Season. Singapore has Shopping Season. In Malaysia there is Durian (well, also Mangosteen, really) Season. And then of course in Hong Kong you have Schools Applications Season. Which possibly can also be The Hunting, Shopping And Yes, (Prickly Like) Durian Season.

Inconsequential picture of JD because I don’t know how to put any Rockstar pics to make this more interesting, without feeling a little weird because it’s about school application. Somehow, I thought putting a picture of my dog catching a stick is better. 

As proud “ESF K2 parents” Kings and I attended the briefing held yesterday to prep us for the primary school application/ “interview” (in quote marks because we watch a DVD and they keep stressing it’s really not an “interview” interview, ie not like say, a job interview as we know it.) We note a few sniggers in the packed-to-standing-room-only-with-several-hundred-parents auditorium when the DVD mentions how parents “should relax” while their kids are in the evaluation. Obviously everyone’s nervous.

Rumors were rife before this thing: Kids have to know all their ABCs and 123s by December. It’s tough going, filling the online application (which has to be inputted all in one go). Kids get asked if they are native Cantonese speakers. (Apparently it is common that native Cantonese-speaking parents then don’t teach their kids Cantonese so as to fall in ESF’s Category 1 applicants, ie those who cannot easily access the local system.)

Years ago I sat next to a local ex colleague in the dealing room who arranged for his (then 4-year old) son to call him in the office to have perfect English phone conversations because his wife spoke little English. Another ex-colleague (who has a British passport but also a non-English-speaking local spouse) had his son respond, “I don’t understand your accent,” if he was unable to communicate with the evaluating teacher. Listening to my BBC ex-colleague (who btw speaks English with a very proper British accent but just wasn’t home enough in his son’s earlier years – and they were considering an eventual move to the UK) back then, I couldn’t understand the what the big deal was – til now.

So we’re taken through what the “interview” is and is not, how to navigate the website to submit the online application, and reassured that they are aware the children are well, 4. We are also shown how shy or quiet children would not be left out in the evaluation process. And that there would be communication between ESF kindergarten and primary school that should negate “surprises” on outcomes. (The right primary school for our catchment area would come into the kindergarten to observe the child as well.)

A time sticks in my mind: 12.37 midnight, 1st September. Think I heard them say that is the record for the earliest received (valid I guess) application submitted online. (Application period 1st – 30 Sept, during which No One Cares how early you submit, btw – we will therefore be submitting sometime mid Sept after the first wave of stampeding applications.)

Great shades of my registering for subjects during my Nanyang Technological University, Singapore days. An ex was popular and enlisted by not a few classmates to help register for classes – and the desirable classes get filled in like, 10 minutes per registration batch – very important, getting the absolute right-timed class, because if you skipped more than 2 without valid mc you might not get to take the exam. Speaking of which, I also remember being coached on picking subjects at start of term based on how the end-of-term exam schedule had been drawn up, to give maximum study time between papers. And as is, I was in a course that averaged 3 Cambridge A-level Distinctions to get in, if you had 2 As and a B – and I knew only 1 guy with that – you would NOT want to publicize the fact. My point is – I am quite familiar with erm, that school of thought and I appreciate not having to inflict it on my not-yet 4 year old. It is an active choice on my part not to.    

What I respected was that they look for communication skills (including the ability to communicate a lack of comprehension and ask for help – BBC ex-colleague take note, it wasn’t the accent per se) rather than simply the ability to read/ write/ do math. I really liked that, because this isn’t say, a college entrance exam, they are little children – the school is going to teach them these skills and is therefore evaluating their readiness to be taught, rather than say, an ability to already do all this and – I don’t know, can’t that also be spun when you pick kids that have already had all the tuition in reading, writing etc as making your own job easier?

Kings (to me, during Q n A): What do you think they’d do if kids start fighting?

Me: Erm, evaluate whether the kids use big words to scold each other?

THIS IS A JOKE. (And why did I think somewhere in Hong Kong there is going to be someone coaching a 4 year old to throw a hissy with big words, that I actually needed to say that was a joke.)

Instead of it being HORRIBLE, I was hoping to try and look at it as kind of exciting, (we are blessed with a child!) like this is all a rite of passage if you’re living in Hong Kong with small child. (Though a girlfriend in Singapore told me it can sometimes get Like That for small kids there too – she saw a picture of the queues of applicants to “elite, bilingual” Nanyang Primary School, where Jim Rogers famously sends his daughter. The picture in local papers some time back drew attention apparently because at the head of the queue was a Caucasian (or White, sorry) parent, not say, an “obviously Asian” parent that could more easily pass for local Singaporean, who said they’d been queueing since an unearthly hour…)

In case you’re wondering, I won’t be blogging too much more about the whole admissions thing because I’m really nervous and don’t want to jinx it etc etc so check back in a few months 🙂 But I had to kickoff my erm, “silence” going into The Season by saying (oxymoron alert!) we will never have “perfect” information, we are not going to try every single thing that’s out there (and I have a blog post for the future about why not haha), BUT.

I have to give credit where it’s due – we don’t claim to know everything, but what we do know is over the past year we’ve gotten more and more happy with Rockstar’s progress at his kindy. Somehow as it is his only “formal school setting” we then have the idea it forms some basis around which he then gets engrossed with a microscope looking at bug slides in some foreign museum, or takes to one-on-one ski lessons when we’re off at a resort. That’s more valuable to us than simply knowing reading, writing, arithmetic before he’s 4. And he’s well, at an ESF Kindergarten, so then moving on to an ESF Primary school becomes our natural first choice.

Another inconsequential JD picture. Because it’s blue and looks nice against the text.

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The Back To School Rockstarisms #151, #152 & #153

#151

On Rockstar’s first day in Kindergarten 2, as we leave the apartment…

Me: Look at you, starting K2 already… Next thing I know you’re in college and Mum won’t see you anymore <pretending to be a little misty-eyed>

Rockstar: <reassuringly> I’ll still come back and see you… Even when I’m 20 I’ll still come back…
<pause>
Rockstar: Am I going to college after Pri 1? (He knows we’re applying to the ESF primary school, both Kings and I are attending the briefing to prep K2 parents with their applications, thereby leaving him at home for a rare evening)

Me: No dear, there’s Pri 1-6 then Secondary –

Rockstar: But that’s so long!

#152

Kings: How was school, do you like your new class/ teacher?

Rockstar: Yes, it was great…

Kings: Did you see your friends?

Rockstar: Oh, <some schoolmate he doesn’t like> has gone to another school… But he was weird… He can do his weird things at the other school…

#153

Me (separately): How was school dear? Do you like your new classmates?

Rockstar: Yes, no one pushes. I told them about the Black Shooter Bird

Me: Uh.. What did they say?

Rockstar: They said Huh? What is that?? Hee…

And I saw <some other schoolmate he doesn’t like>… I didn’t talk to him but there was a lizard on his tag so he must be in the lizard class now…

And I followed <schoolmate he likes> around and she kept asking What? What? And <her brother> too… So I asked her if she wants to play and she said Yes and I was happy.

(OMG I can imagine another time in the future when she “says yes and (he’s) happy” <cringe>)

"That's Life...?"

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