I, Miss Safari Kid

Finally, after people have been asking what happened to The Little Miss Rockstar guest posts…… 

Hello Again Everyone,

It’s been Too Long since I last contributed a piece, and that’s because I’ve been busy at my new pre-school.

Guest Blogger In Action On Campus

Guest Blogger In Action On Campus

I am now, and have been since after summer break…… a Turbo Toddler at Safari Kid! <proud>

I pass this picture in our lobby each day, I think they must be alumni. Not-too-recent, obviously. They look ANCIENT.

I pass this picture in our lobby each day, I think they must be alumni.

(Not…. too recent alumni, obviously – when does your hair start to grey like with the man on the left, it’s sometime after you become a fossil, isn’t it?) Anyway maybe these were like, founding Safari Kids back in 2005 in Silicon Valley (they have their own App coming soon too) – i.e. a gadzillion years ago in a galaxy far, far away.)

But, back to business:

Guest Blogger Doing Some Heavy Lifting As Turbo Toddler

Guest Blogger Doing Heavy Lifting As Turbo Toddler

As the name “Turbo Toddler” implies, the social life is just amazing. We hold hands to and from various parts of our magnificent pre-school campus (full of bright, padded furniture you can run into!) while singing deep, philosophical songs like A,B,C.

My recitation of A,B,C especially impresses my Ko-ko, who is almost 7.

This is my ole' Ko-ko

My ole’ Ko-ko. He’s posing willingly for this picture because it turns out he likes being called “old”.

Naturally, I feel obliged to take an interest in my Ko-ko’s education. (Though I shall reserve judgment over why he is impressed by A,B,Cs at his age (what are they teaching at his school?))

(What do they teach old people in school nowadays)

Let’s see what all the fuss is about…

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Just LOOK at this….. THING My Ko-ko’s Friend From School Gave Him.

I worry for my Ko-ko. Look at the things he gets from his friends in school. I’m not sure we should be sending him there. But I’m away a couple hours each day, so I can only hope he stays out of trouble til I get back… And join him. He can be sure I’ll be looking into the state of his education as soon as I can, though.

Anyway. As I was saying, our social life in Turbo Toddlers is so amazing our mummies and daddies get jealous and so they have to come up with things like Wine and Cheese Nights and School Applications Information Sessions and Open Houses just so the ancient grownups don’t feel left out.

Understandable, really:

How fun is THIS?

How much fun is THIS?

Y’know, there is so much fun to be had, <whispers> some senior school staff can’t stay off our slides. I mean, supposedly some of my friends might need extra encouragement to try new activities rather than the same ones all the time, or else I think the other common “excuse” was they stay very hands-on engaged, but come on.

(Like, who needs encouragement to fall off this thing and hit your head, right? Right?)

Who wouldn’t want to have a go on THIS?

Among others, I’ve secretly observed senior school staff readily roll up their sleeves and go on our slides with us – and they do it with such enthusiasm that I’m pretty sure it’s just ‘cos they wish they had one in their office. Bet they wish they had brightly colored padded furniture to run into all day as well. Exactly.

Which brings us to…… safety. Especially if you missed the latest case in the UK I think it was, grownups, write this down: If you send “gwapes” in for your Turbo Toddler’s snack, you need to halve them first. This is because a “gwape” is just about the size of our windpipes and is therefore an Official Choking Hazard. It doesn’t matter how adept we are with the motor skills, gwapes are to be halved. It’s a policy.

It’s also policy to get an “Ouch Report” sent home if you bump your head. Like, even if they check you out and think you’re fine, you’ll still get one. It’s embarrassing. I think I’m going to end up getting a billion of these before I’m through because I’m accident prone (it’s not living if something’s not hurting is almost my motto.)

Things That Make Ya Go "Hmmm" - Guest Blogger In Pensive Self-Reflction

Things That Make Ya Go “Hmmm” – Guest Blogger In Pensive Self-Reflection

Each week, there are emails describing our activities. But that’s not all – in line with the customization toward each unique individual in our program, there are always a few lines specific to each and every one of us, after the more general stuff about our class activities. Fellow toddlers be warned – that’s BAD for you and you will have to stay on guard at all times. I speak with the voice of experience.

When someone just dumped different colored pasta into the WRONG bowls and I spent the session re-sorting everything into their original bowls my Mummy heard about it.

Guest Blogger In Re-enactment Of Incident

Guest Blogger In Re-enactment Of Unfortunate Incident

Guest Blogger Re-enactment II

Guest Blogger Re-enactment II

Now she knows I am capable of tidying up my beads. <all indignant> This all manner of sucks for me. But I’ve got a tip for you, fellow toddlers: If you ever find yourself in this situation, smile winningly and put something silly on your head. The grownup bothering you will laugh and probably forget even if you put their iPhone down the toilet.

Guest Blogger in action

Guest Blogger in action demonstrating a possible smile to get yourself out of trouble

Anyway, that’s all we have time for today. I have to go to <reverent pause> school now.

Signed,

The Little Miss Rockstar (because I know stuff.)

ps: Harvard is so passé

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Rockstarism #341/ Miss-Speak #22 – Taking An Interest In Education

#341

Just hanging in the Rockstar household…

Rockstar: Mum. What is she doing?

Me: Looks like a pirouette. She must’ve picked it up from one of her friends in school.

Aware she has a slightly scandalized audience, the Miss starts mewing and arching her back. Rockstar starts and raises his eyebrows (seriously cracks me up sometimes, the things that get a rise out of him…)

Rockstar: And – and she meows too! <seriously> Mum. What is she learning from these people in this school? Are you sure we should be sending her there? 

Me: You know she’s doing it to get a reaction from you, right?

Rockstar: No. Notti. Count for ko-ko. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.

Miss: <enthusiastically> 11, 12, 14, 16, Chicken!      

He says touch your nose....

He says touch your nose….

She does that. Of course.

She does that. Of course.

 

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Here’s What Going After A Rude Taxi Driver Looks Like

A rude or overcharging taxi driver in Hong Kong is kind of a given and is usually not news, unless they’re umm, special. I blogged previously about going after an overcharging taxi driver and well, here’s one about going after a rude one.

Rockstar and I were on what should’ve been a quick, uneventful errand recently, and the fare had a 20 cent figure in it. Now, this is usually rounded up (some but not that many cabbies might round down, and it is enough of a “thing” whereby you’d kinda be, “Oh, what a nice cabbie,” about it) unless you really have the exact change – this day I happened to have a 20 cent coin in my wallet so I gave the cabbie that.

The cabbie throws the coin back at us sitting in the back seat and it lands on the floor of the cab after hitting me on the knee or lap. He starts snapping in Cantonese (rough translation) “I don’t want it! Give me this for what, no one wants them etc etc.” I calmly look for his taxi license registration number (which is unusually faint – usually it’s very prominent so it takes me awhile to make it out – all the while with a big glowering face and body at the side of my vision) and when Rockstar asks what I’m doing I say “taking down his number for a complaint”.

At that point, I still don’t mean to do it yet, it’s just retaliation for having the 20 cent coin thrown back at us. (Again, varying degrees right – Rockstar would later ask me where it hit me and I realize if it had been either of our faces or upper body then well that is worse right… So he really threw it, not tossed it or whatever, but I was more distracted by his constant stream of rude Cantonese because it didn’t hit us anywhere more erm, significant?) I do find that there is a set of real bullies who are particularly mean if you have little kids with you though it usually manifests as over charging because they assume you are too busy with the kids to check. He’s still berating us in rapid-fire Cantonese that I ignore as I slam the door behind us (my hands are full, how hard can I slam anyways)…

However, as we walk to our apartment building entrance we realize the taxi driver has paused nearby while making a round. He winds down his window and roars at the top of his lungs, “POOK KAI AH Lei Ge Sei Pat Poh!!!”

Our receptionist and another mildly amused resident waiting for a cab fail to explain exactly what “pook kai” means (“Go and die” right?) but assure me it isn’t actual profanity so I still typed it here 😛 (Btw in our huge development of several hundred (thousand?) units, cabbies are supposed to go back to the main waiting area to queue because otherwise it’s considered unfair to those who have been obediently waiting in line and YES this is a thing and some will get upset especially at non-peak when they have waited longer.. Speaking of which there are umm, “Queueing Rules” around here. As in don’t know queueing rule can still kena hammered because most people who deliberately cut queue pretend they don’t know the rules anyway so chances are they don’t believe you really don’t know. I mention because it’s part of living here and is probably different from elsewhere…)

So… here we go complaint hotline. It was about 1.15pm and the taxi number was EJ8820 (someone please tell me if that’s not ok to put up since I already lodged formal complaint). I was asked if the driver was male or female (they would have preferred his name as well but time and plate does indicate who was responsible for the cab at the time.. I was too busy trying to see the blurry number on display while still being berated and glowered at), and then they explained my two alternate courses of action:

1) lodge police report and the police will come take a statement (I said no to this because I am not about to let a nasty person take up more of my time)

2) have the taxi complaints hotline note down the complaint and if he gets another one within a year the Transport Department I think it was issues a formal warning… After that…. suspension of license for a certain period? I didn’t ask specifically beyond the formal warning because the person on the other line briskly but politely finishes up and rings off, having politely rattled off points (1) and (2) up to formal warning bit in rapid fire Cantonese as well as good English.

When I finish, Rockstar remarks, “I’m glad you didn’t let him get away with it.”

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Rockstarism #340 – A Rockstar “First World Problem”

#340

Inspired by the whole “My iPhone 5 Ran Out Of Battery <insert angsty face” First World Problem series. 

Coming home from the recent Diwali dress-up day (the rest of the school is encouraged to wear bright clothing instead of uniform, while their Diwali-celebrating friends dress in their festival finest)… 

Me: How was school today, darling?

(Rockstar gives an unenthusiastic thumbs up)

Me: <mild surprise> I thought you’d have fun, your friends didn’t like your Creeper shirt?

Rockstar: Oh, they really liked it. But then e-veryone especially the usual gang (which is what he calls his regular bunch of pals) kept reading it. So I couldn’t play for like, 10 minutes. 

Me: Are you serious? That’s what bothers you?!

(Rockstar nods with solemn expression)

Me: So you prefer not to wear something cool or what?!

Rockstar: Well… 

Me: Oh please. Of all the things we choose to be bothered by today.

Rockstar: But we were playing Hide n Seek! Everyone kept finding me to read my t-shirt and then after that they’d tell others where I was hiding! As in, in case they wanted to read my t-shirt too!

Me: <trying not to laugh> O…..kay I didn’t see that coming. But you loved that shirt. And your friends did too.

Rockstar: <seriously> Mum. In future, do not let me wear this t-shirt on dress-up days when we’re going to be playing Hide n Seek. 

Me: <still trying not to laugh, he’s really serious> How am I supposed to know when you’re playing Hide n Seek?! And anyway I thought you guys were playing Bey-blades.

Rockstar: We decided to play Hide n Seek today because (friend) wanted to also practice his song for class talent time. 

Me: And…. I’m supposed to find the logic in that statement. Anyway how was I supposed to know that.

Rockstar: Sigh. I didn’t know either. <heavy-shouldered shrug> 

Sometimes, it’s hard to feel sorry for the kid, y’know?

I... Know.

 

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Would You Buy A Dorm Room For When Your Child Goes To College? (And Others, This Friday)

1) Kings’ recent CNBC Squawk Box feature about investing in student accommodation…

 

It’s a thought process we’re having re The Rockstars’ college educations someday as well:

We can’t afford to buy anything we really want in terms of a family home at these prices (story of HK life <roll eyes>). So what about a property trade idea related to the kids’ education?

Rockstar is almost 7 now. This student accommodation (in Canterbury, 56 minutes from London) is to be completed in 2 years, and for ease of analogy let’s say we have a 10 year plan upon getting the keys. Rockstar would be close to 19 – college-going age – by then.

Now, let’s say we look at a student apartment of GBP 110k notional. The terms of this trade are: pay 30% upfront, another 20% in 6 months, then remaining 50% in 1.5 yrs upon completion.

Upon completion of this development in 2 years when you need to pay the other 50%, this UK property developer will provide funding (i.e. let you borrow said 50% from them or effectively pay them the other 50% over 5 years, at a lending rate of 5% p.a..)

Add to this, they guarantee a rental yield in those 5 years of 10% p.a. (by definition that means if you can’t rent the apartment out in those 5 years with a yield of 10% p.a., the developer tops this up. If you manage to get more than 10% p.a. rent, you keep the difference.)

For the next 5 years from completion date then, you’re paying roughly a total of 5% p.a. x 5 years = 25% financing or interest + the remaining 50% of the property price spread over 5 years.

For a GBP 110k unit, that works out to a P+I of GBP 68,750.

You repay this total amount over 20 quarters (4 quarters in a year X 5).

=> each quarter/ every 3 months, you’re paying GBP 68,750/ 20 = GBP 3,438 before taking into account rental income guarantee from developer.

Your cash-flow on the unit for the first 5 years (after 2 year completion date) will therefore look like this:

Per Quarter:

Quarterly repayment to developer: GBP 3,438

Guaranteed rental of 10% p.a.: GBP 2,750

less estimated expenses of 1.5% (property maintenance, etc): GBP 413

Net Rental Guaranteed 8.5%: GBP 2,338

Shortfall per quarter (i.e. net amount you pay every 3 months) = GBP (3438 – 2338) = GBP 1,100

(or per month what you pay, net, is): GBP 366.67 (this goes up if your maintenance expenses go up)

5 years after completion, your entire property is paid up.

But Rockstar reaches college age roughly 10 years after completion, not 5:

Rockstar would be ~14 when the student accommodation is all paid up. By the time he reaches college age of around 19, the dorm property would’ve been fully paid up for the last 5 years.

What happens in those last 5 years?

Worst case: ZERO rental after developer’s 10% p.a. rental yield guarantee for 5 years expires. You’re holding a fully paid up dorm property that costs you estimated GBP 413 a month to maintain.

Even Worse Than Worst Case: Crime goes up, people break your windows, etc etc  and so maintenance cost goes up and you’re out even more than GBP 413 quarterly.

Say however you score a rental similar to what the developer was guaranteeing, i.e. net 8.5% p.a. after maintenance expense, or GBP 2,338 quarterly, for the remaining 5 years in  that 10 year plan.

When Rockstar’s 19, we’d have a paid-up dorm room and GBP 46,800 positive cash flow/ towards his college fund.

(Obviously this thought process works for anything with similar terms – just insert corresponding maintenance fees, rental income, financing numbers…. Can have a simple spreadsheet to compare projects…. if there were other projects offering this that is…)

Where’s the risk? 

The person or entity making the guarantee (and for a property development, your risk is the developer.) This holds true for any investment product that has a guarantee – whether of principal or yield. A guarantee is as good as its guarantor (BUT bear in mind a super blue-blooded developer, AAA rated bonds issuer or whatever may not bother to try and guarantee anything to begin with…)

No investment exists that furnishes a return without a corresponding risk, that is like Newton’s Law Of Investment Products. What you can change is the form that risk takes – you can choose a form of risk more comfortable to you. You also need to decide if the corresponding risk is worth the return offered. 

(For eg, take a simple Dual Currency Deposit which enhances your yield via you selling a currency option to the bank, the worst thing that can happen is the option you sold is exercised against you, thereby converting your say, HKD to GBP at option strike rate (which only happens if HKDGBP trades to where it is favorable to the bank and not to you for the option to get exercised – which is the risk you take for the extra return). But if your kid is going to college in the UK and you have to convert your HKD at some point to GBP anyway…………. And then said enhanced yield from option premium goes to offsetting the less favorable exchange rate.

In other words, the same product can look quite different based on whether your kid is going to college and you had to buy GBP anyway…………………… or a dorm room…… Or a college. Or a football team………. :D)

So anyway. The thing we liked just from the whole biased parent (:D) perspective was: Going to college? Here’s a place for you to stay. Oh, Mum and Dad might drop by just to check your plumbing is ok. We are nothing if not good landlords! 😀 

I’m kidding, but it is a partially emotional purchase, in an investment notional much more palatable than the crazy HK property prices, if you want a taste of property investments. So yeah, if your kid doesn’t end up going to college where you own a place (I could accept Harvard 😀) then you’re back to simply whether there is cash flow that helps with paying tuition.

2) Speaking of Harvard…... A few years ago this course attracted 100 students. Today that’s closer to 800 and only about 10% of those have a background in computer science. Why CS50 (Introductory Computer Science) Is The Most Popular Course At Harvard.

Professor David Malan lecturing

Professor David Malan lecturing at Harvard

Useful to know what is “basic” in tech nowadays <sweat>

3) And if it wasn’t covered by “basic” tech……. Fake Facebook Pages And Promos May Steal Your Identity. Enter your personal information to be in the running to win an iPhone or Samsung Galaxy, that kind of thing.

At the bottom of the article was a parting “…be cautious about the pages you like on Facebook and the things your friends share….”  that struck a little too close to home. One day I’m on this and I see a Forex trading site an old friend has liked. This is particularly damning because said friend just happens to be a Forex structurer, formerly a really bright auditor (YES, people. THEY EXIST). I went on the site, thought it looked ok – but most importantly, this friend whose opinion I respected very much about this stuff had liked the site. Now, I don’t trade forex, but I wanted market news updates, and so I inputted my information.

So I’ve been getting umpteen phone calls asking me to “get started trading”. (Uh… what?) They sound like very nice people and most of the time I don’t pick up my phone <sheepish> and all my good friends know not to leave voice messages so technically, not difficult to ignore.

BUT. 

I went to ask this old friend whom I hadn’t spoken with in awhile about his experience with this site because it was his “like” that had heavily influenced me and he said HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW HE CAME TO “LIKE” THE PAGE. HE HAD NEVER HEARD OF THEM. 

Y-eah. So even more not picking up my phone now. Or Facebook-ing much. I’ll go like something if you’re my friend and you ask me to but otherwise………. Oh, remember to check with old friends about pages they apparently think are awesome. 

4) And I seem to be on a version of the Kevin Bacon Game here, because Apple And Facebook Pay Employees To Freeze Their Eggs.

In.SPIRED.

In.SPIRED.

From someone who was once so career focussed she really had the thought: That is just so nice of them. (And yes, in another life I really was that person. I could say no to sex before marriage, but I was aware I had a biological clock and I hadn’t wanted to “settle” because of it. Please don’t scream at me, I wasn’t even Christian until about 6 months before meeting Kings. My first prayer as a new Christian btw, had been “Please Lord let me meet the right person, or else please don’t let me meet anyone.)

5) OK PICTURES. And some irony in  This Dog Has No Idea What She’s Doing.

Bailey drinking something that is not Bailey's (sorry!).

Bailey drinking something that is not Bailey’s (sorry!).

Her Instagram claims she doesn’t know what she’s doing. I claim this isn’t a bad idea. Because JD thinks beer is disgusting.

Dis is art.

And well dis is just art.

6) Photographer says goodbye to her pet.

Chubby and Maria, who got her when she was 7.

Chubby and Maria, who got her when she was 7.

I wasn’t intending to click on this Bored Panda link but I’m glad I’m did. There were quite a few coincidences – firstly, one of my good friends will be getting a dog for her daughter (also 7) in the near term and has been putting a lot of thought into it.

Secondly, Chubby looks quite a bit like Vickey, my first dog. Similar markings and coloring, similar size (Chubby’s well, a bit chubbier but that’s about it). I was 13. Vickey was put down peacefully after multiple organ failure when she was about 13. I was going through my mail on the MTR, headed back to my rented bedroom after staying late as usual at my first banking job, when I opened a small card with a red rose on the front, informing me of the fact as gently as it could. I got off at City Hall and walked over to sit at Boat Quay where I proceeded to cry my eyes out.

And then some creepy guy tried to pick me up and I took his head off. (Seriously. I yelled something like “You idiot. Does it look like this is a good time to pick someone up?!”)

Not much changed.

Not much changed.

R.I.P. Chubby. And Vickey. And all the countless much-loved animals who amaze us with their capacity to love unconditionally and with total abandon.

For real though, better get a dog you like as well, because when your kid goes off to college that dog’ll be yours. That’s actually not so bad. My former pre-natal instructor had a 20 year old son who kept some carnivorous fish in a tank in his room – the thing ate live goldfish. She did not enjoy caring for that when he went off to college.

7) Rockstars skit is When Lofty Readings Of Science Fail To Inspire, Instead Producing Altitude Sickness, One Must Repair To The Literary Equivalent Of The Chip Shop At Base Camp And Read Mr Men To One’s Sister. While She Partakes Of “Gwapes”. 

Hello dere.

Hello dere.

(Yeah I know my title is longer than my skit 😛 Rockstar’s been revisiting his Mr Men (which are now the Miss’). And I don’t photograph them playing in here vm because the Miss is currently seriously accident prone due to a basic lack of respect for heights, hard objects and well, pain and I have gone through three different foam toddler-safe edge guards and nothing sticks to those race car bed edges for long.)

Good weekend dears…

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Rockstarism #339 – Rockstar And Friends’ Got Talent. And Erm, The Science Of Bey-Blades.

#339

Rockstar recently got excited about the little weekly talent shows where each kid gets to choose a talent to show to their classmates….. So excited in fact that he then presented The Science Of Bey-Blades on the spot. Mildly horrifying to me – he had scrawled his words very quickly and roughly on some of the Miss’ art paper one evening. But, he tells me, when his teacher announced they were starting the classroom version of Britain’s Got Talent, he went and volunteered on the spot to kick it off – with the roughly scrawled piece of paper <cringe>.

So over the weekend I printed some Bey-blade pictures and had him reproduce what he’d written – this time spelling “atmosphere” and “kinetic” correctly (I. Know. Talk about Empty Stable. Bolt.)…. 

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But that’s not the story here. The cute bit is how Rockstar’s been coming home the last few days with stories of what his friends have been discussing their talents shalt be. Ideas have included Beat-boxing – the Ninja Turtles’ famous Elevator Beat-Box Scene, to be exact:

http://youtu.be/1qUWTeSzCCA

  

Like, HOW MUCH FUN IS THIS?? Loved the Ninja Turtle Elevator scene!! And according to Rockstar some of his friends are super good at Beat-boxing. I can believe it, since before this I have never seen Rockstar go, “Book-chuck, book-chuck, book-chuck” which he says really cracks his friends up because that’s like, the only Beat-box sound he can make and so now it’s his signature sound. Rockstar is called upon if they need a book-chucker in their masterpiece.

And there should be a picture of the kids right, so here is One Mean Beat-Boxer. Cough.

And there should be a picture of the kids right, so here is One Mean Beat-Boxer. Cough.

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Sibling Building

We took Rockstar’s old blocks and marble run out of storage recently, after the Miss developed a serious stacking thing from preschool (which, btw, is Safari Kid – more later :D)…

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So then Rockstar came home from school, and before bedtime:

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Because, “I want to see how high she can go with that.”

Naturally, this would be the ending:

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(And like, the only time Rockstar is fine with her falling on him…)

The thing with the two of them is that they are both on the “extreme” side – one gets periods of very low tolerance for noise and rowdiness and Did I Drink Enough Water/ Have Too Much Sugar Today?

For the other one LIFE IS A GIANT BODY OF WATER OR PILE OF PILLOWS TO DIVE INTO HEADFIRST AND THEREFORE LIFE IS TO BE LIVED IN CAPS. 

 

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All Sorts Weekend – Creativity, Discrimination And Hating New Math

1) The Samsung Solve For Tomorrow competition for Poly and Uni students, currently going on in Singapore (my alma mater Nanyang Technological University is one of the contest partners :).

Friend of a friend has a submission with the catchphrase “Correcting lazy eye by playing video games,” in the Samsung Eyenovation App:

They aim to create eye exercises on-screen packaged as video games which, when played while wearing special goggles, help correct lazy eye. (Quite interesting, right? Think what you can do with this! Subliminal messages about not eating candy or loving math….. Lazy eye is just the beginning! :D)

2) He’s Not Scary, He’s A Little Boy. It’s here because Mental Note To Self to start thinking of proper responses if we ever find ourselves in a situation like this..

Jameson’s mum writes “as the mother of a child who looks different” that correcting your child’s curious (but innocently insensitive) remarks and scurrying off embarrassed still isolates her child and she would prefer you come up and meet them. (Of course in HK possibly more people don’t want you to do that and are going to snap at well-meaning, fumbling you, so maybe Response A if they look like they want you to come meet them, Response B if they look like they just want you to correct your child and run away, Zero Response if they look like they are going to take your head off if you engage………)

Jameson has craniosynostosis

Jameson has craniosynostosis

No, I didn’t know what cranio was until this story too. Off Wiki it says this happens when the joints between the baby’s skull fuse too early and so the brain has difficulty growing normally (it appears fixable via surgery at least to some extent, depending on each individual case).

3) My Year with Malala.

pic from telegraph.co.uk

pic from telegraph.co.uk

She was shot on the way to her father’s 800-student school where she was also a student, and in his school bus.

“…..One of her classmates says to me: “We could all have been Malala, but our parents wouldn’t have let us speak out publicly as hers did.”…”

4) This Is What Common Core Looks Like – blog post by parent of third grader re math in…… looks like the States and possibly Canada? (As in, standardized tests). I found this when another parent (who lives in Toronto) was bemoaning the same problem… I think Dooce (y’know, Queen mummy blogger in the States) also complained about it…

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Dunno what “common core” is, I can understand this counting up one but then remember that the parent I know who is complaining about this was a top engineering student in college and (then) first Asian valedictorian speaker to boot. (That guy didn’t just score As, he scored 100%s in college. And 3rd grade math is already irritating him.) So I mention because Tuition Classes For Parents Is Where This Is Going……….

5) This one’s a slightly dated report newly circulating again about discrimination against males, after airlines like Virgin Australia set rules like no male passengers sitting next to minors.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3fL9RmVtMP0

Male passenger is asked to change seats because he is seated next to two unaccompanied minors. The channel goes one step further when they stage a male and female adult taking pictures of kids – the female is allowed to do so, while the male gets stopped and his camera checked by the lifeguard.

I’m going to put my foot in it and say:

1) Re male passenger having to move seats – I wouldn’t feel discriminated against (unless they give me a rotten seat), I’d actually rather just move because I don’t know the minors/ kids. What if some strange kid says, “Give me 100 bucks or I’m going to say you’re bothering me, and I just feel weird“?

Actually I’d rather ask to move. Anyway this is one situation that can easily be moot – just put a flag in the ticketing system that when a male passenger checks in they don’t give him a seat next to any unaccompanied minors. Then no one has to be made to move. All the frequent flier flags, airline staff always greeting frequent fliers, they pre-order vegetarian etc flight meals…… should be quite doable right, to just never give ’em seats together….

2) As a parent, especially a doting dad, what would be your knee-jerk reaction if your precious little girl flings her arms around you and says “Daddy! That strange man is bothering me!” Exactly. I would too.

3) So if some other rowdy kid at Funzone throws one of those plastic baskets for holding foam balls at your child’s head and you step in only to have the little girl who threw it run to her parent, fling her arms around them and say “That strange man is bothering me!” (inspired by a true story – I saw a little girl throw a basket at an older boy’s head and when his dad said something she turned around and yelled at his dad that the dad “messed with her first” (“lei gau ngor” in Canton), what would you do?

I’m just saying. Because often when I stepped in at playgrounds in cases when there were some seriously naughty kids bothering my kids (I’m talking things like when they say, “You’re not pretty enough to play with us,” or “You’re too little to be our friend”), at the back of my mind has been that boy’s dad and that little girl I saw at Funzone, and thinking, however unfairly as I stand up for my kid, fortunately I am female. (I know, sounds horrible.)

6) Ok, change subject. Best Easter Eggs In Movies. No idea why they call ’em that, but I grew up with Indiana Jones and Star Wars and this e.g. of George Lucas and Steven Spielberg flirting with each other through the years is cute (get a room, guys 🙂 :

Hieroglyphic of R2D2 and C3PO circled

Hieroglyphic of R2D2 and C3PO circled

Dis one is obvious.

I remember as a child actually seeing this and thinking “Ohh the people here know about Star Wars too!”

Years later their love remains true... (That's ET sitting in a galactic senate scene of Phantom Menace)

Years later their love remains true… (That’s ET sitting in a galactic senate scene of Phantom Menace)

7) Rockstar Skit this weekend is therefore Umm, Not Lucas And Spielberg:

Can just see Rockstar all dripping with disapproval...

Can just see Rockstar all dripping with disapproval…

Rockstar barely scratches the surface of her composure by posing with her Walking Llama (the things this blog has me typing)

Rockstar barely scratches the surface of her composure by posing with her Walking Llama (the things this blog has me typing)

Give it up, Rockstar. Sigh. Poor Rockstar.

Give it up, Rockstar. Sigh. Poor Rockstar.

(Miss is uh, posing with Rockstar Trying To Get Some Peace. You know, like when you are at the Eiffel Tower or find a pink elephant and Pink Elephant! Take A Picture Of Me With Pink Elephant!)

Good Weekend, Dears…

 

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Little Miss Speak #20 – How We Get Out Of Tight Spots

#20

Against my better judgement cabbing home one day, I let the Miss have my wallet. She’s usually after the coins or the few photos of the kids I have in there…….

Me: No – Nooooo!!!!!!! I can’t get that picture back!!! WHERE is it?

Miss: Miss drop it. <waggles finger> See. This what happens. Miss drop it. 

Me: I.. know!!!!!! That’s exactly why I don’t want you to mess with my pictures! And then every time Mummy says no you scream your lungs out. Well THIS is why Mummy says no. Because you drop it!

Miss: <nods in agreement> Mm. Mmmmm. Mm. Yes. 

Me: <scrabble about> And I still can’t find it!!

Miss: <put-on cough> Miss sick. See. Miss coughing. 

Me: Nice try. I’m still mad at you. How about not demanding to go through my stuff next time?

Miss: How about……….. cuttlefish? <smiles winningly>

Me: Wow, you’re brazen.

Miss: <persists> How about cuttlefish, Mum-may? <places hand on my arm and smiles>

Me: How about lunch?

Miss: No, how about cuttlefish?

Me: How about lunch and cuttlefish, and you have to finish both.

(Miss nods and I hand her a pack of dried cuttlefish snack)

Miss: Well done, Mummy.   

Little Miss Attitude, showing off her tattoos before going to school

Little Miss Attitude, showing off her tattoos before going to school

(And btw she calls me “Mum-may” when she wants something. Otherwise it’s “Mum” like Rockstar, or a mildly reproachful or condescending “Mummy”.)

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The Case For Technology; Kennedy School’s ICT Information Session

Rockstar’s school had their ICT information evening recently, where it was explained among others how they employed technology in classrooms.

Parents were shown how in Years 1 and 2 the younger kids would start with “Bee-bots,” which are these little electronic bumblebees you “program” literally by pressing the directional buttons X number of times to make them travel X paces in a given direction. During group work, the kids would be given these huge floor maps that look like monopoly boards, and they would have to “program” the Bee-bots to travel to the supermarket, library and what-not, chalking the coordinates and progress on their individual little white boards.

Beebot pic from keepad.com

Beebot pic from keepad.com; the kids press those arrow keys X number of times to make them go X paces a particular direction to navigate maps

In Y3 we were told, this might then progress to kids building their own maze (or “monopoly board” which I guess is part of their learning unit about public spaces, form and function) for the Bee-bot to navigate.

Y4 kids would start simple coding, plus probably the use of Lego Mindstorm, culminating in the building of a robotic arm in Y5 (or maybe it was the whole robot). By Y6 we were shown kids using teleprompter and book-creating apps.

By Christmas, every Y4-6 classroom would be equipped with one Mac or Chromebook per child permanently in their class (Kennedy btw is a big school – that’s a lotta machines). They use robust external shared drive storage for each child, with their work constantly saved real-time and monitored by the school. So if the machine a child was using went down, the Learning Technologies Specialist could be flagged to replace the faulty machine immediately, and the child can log back in to a fresh machine and carry on with the lesson. It would also mean teachers and technicians could check the child’s work at any time, with additional information uploaded, downloaded, emailed about.

Now, a fair number of my mum friends are quite technology-adverse. No iPads, no playing with Mummy’s iPhone. They’re not alone. Guy named Steve Jobs didn’t allow his kids iPads either. And here’s another (albeit dated) article by the New York Times about how some top execs in tech want their kids in tech-free schools. If you are not of the completely anti-tech school of thought then I think the general consensus is age of child directly related to iPad time (i.e. the younger the child the less time they should get with these things. Or none whatsoever.)

I think apps matter. One of my friends showed me a musical instrument app that was literally life-sized guitar strings on a screen and not that much more. (Unlike say, apparently psychotic birds with super powers who poop on helmeted pigs who steal their eggs.)

random Minecraft PE pic from play.google.com

random Minecraft PE pic from play.google.com

Another case in point: Minecraft. Some ban it, some swear by it, after at least a few mum friends of mine bought it over summer thinking that was what they were using in school, I thought to mention: that I know of, the version they use in school is NOT the gaming one. Rockstar had been on my back constantly to look into getting it also, and given his general affinity to things tech I was especially wary that once he bites of the apple there be no turning back. I didn’t want daily fights or subterfuge over gaming, which is how I ended up in search of Minecraft, Educational Version. Rockstar actually read where it said in fine print on the site that what we’d been told they’re using in school, stripped of the “junkier” bits (or else that part of the game can be turned on and off), is not available for home purchase as of this writing. I think the closest you can get is the downloading of a more limited App and then staying perpetually on Construction mode. (Someone please correct me if I’m wrong.)

My mum friends’ kids were also honest enough (despite serious Minecraft Itch) to come clean that the gaming stuff my friends bought for them didn’t look like what they get in school for creating community spaces (Rockstar’s group were assigned to build a library) or for that matter pure number sense back in Y2 as they stacked blocks in the 10s, 100s, and 1000s. (Also, any chemistry buffs out there? I haven’t gotten around to checking the Minecraft periodic table against the real one. Please, please Lord, if it’s similar it will be that much easier to get kids like mine familiar with Au and Fe and what-not!)

Minecraft periodic table from howtogeek.com

Minecraft periodic table from howtogeek.com

Which pretty much sums up my take on apps and games in school – at appropriate age levels, why not take advantage of every opportunity available to enhance our kids’ learning and make it enjoyable? The key being of course not to let them have the real junky stuff because after that they don’t think the educational stuff is quite that much fun anyway, they’d just rather Angry Bird.

Now on to security. I have a confession: I have a blog, and after seeing too many social media and online fights, trolls, cyber-bullying and what-not, getting emails from people who set up email accounts with pseudonyms that give me the impression that is the only reason they created said accounts to begin with (i.e. people don’t even use their real accounts, they have accounts for a specific subject – which begs the question WHY)…… I was really cringing initially, as they talked about social media.

I once said people who sold CDOs (the complicated credit derivatives they flamed the financial sector for) without understanding what they really were was like when you gave a monkey a knife (or ok, an AK47). I’d say social media and the internet is like giving that monkey an atomic bomb. Can’t shut it off and it stays there for much longer than the maturity of a structured note investment. Plus, heard of the study Trolls Just Want To Have Fun? According to the abstract, it’s the internet manifestation of your every day sadism. Basically sickos finding more and better and wider ways of hurting people (and btw tweeting appears to be their favorite modus operandi).

Then with the recent Hollywood celebrity iCloud hacking case were speculations about what celebrities had unwittingly disclosed about themselves on social media which had helped the hackers. What I’m thinking is how some of those celebrities had not kept up with how to stay safe amid the gadzillion advancements in technology, while still choosing to use the latest apps. Then I think they have friends who might have been up to scratch on internet and social media safety, who still got compromised because the celebrities didn’t. (Though yes there was that glaring mistake as well if I recall correctly, whereby the account doesn’t get locked despite umpteen attempts at guessing the password; and was the user flagged that multiple attempts to log in had been made?)

It’s because of all these fears that I believe we need schools that really get involved. Schools that roll up their sleeves and introduce their Learning Technologies Specialist and team charged with the responsibility of sourcing educational apps, monitoring social media (I think school staff can also monitor all the kids’ emails), and constantly schooling the kids to use the safeties put in place. Schools that put effort into having all the conversations, not simply banning everything (and then maybe it’s your fault for not being able to enforce the ban at home.)

And so this just in: tech support is no longer back end, it’s front-and-center. What is done through each child’s login can be monitored, or the data pulled for future monitoring or investigation. (I find the virtual “paper trail” (was once trained as an auditor – hated it, but it was useful in tracing trades) of kids’ tracks potentially very useful.)

One of the things I noticed about Rockstar is how the first thing he does online is go through the school Virtual Learning Environment. I’m about to go one step further and set the Virtual Learning Environment as our home page for the computer Rockstar uses – i.e. the first page when he opens a browser – because front and center on the school VLE are the child-safe search engines, among others. We were also advised to make sure the kids were accessing the internet say, in the living room or other more “public” space (other than say, their own rooms where eventually they close their bedroom doors.)

That evening, another parent then mentioned how she had learned from her daughter about the Youtube child-safe filters – her daughter had come home one day having been taught at school to turn them on first thing before browsing Youtube.

There we go. The people at my child’s school who make me a little bit more comfortable that along with the rest of the pencil-and-paper education is the much needed education about internet and social media security and etiquette. How to treat people with respect online, and how to stay safe. 

We’re not going to be able to keep technology away from our kids for very long. And frankly I lost count how many little kids I’ve seen fiddling with what I suppose are their helpers’ smartphones while they’re being minded by said helpers. (I wonder how many of them are on child-safe engines etc.) So much better for the child to be educated to do so themselves, and as soon as possible. 

I’d rather Rockstar be able to say no to the virtual equivalent of ice cream in excess, than to never have heard of ice cream. Because we’re not going to be able to keep it from kids for very long. A kid at the next table is always going to order it.

Nor should there be Forbidden Fruit Syndrome either. Before forbidden fruit gets even more attractive, let’s hear it for the schools who’ve already looked into it, and are all ready to talk to our kids about it. Now, that’s an education.

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