People Helping People And Animals, This Friday

1) The Apparent Conversion of Rahat. Youtube prankster MagicOfRahat fakes lottery win to homeless man. He goes up to a homeless guy on the street and says, “I don’t have any money to give you, but I have this lottery ticket. I don’t know if I won anything but let’s go see.”

They call him a “prankster,” but I’m looking at how he actually furnishes the USD 1,000 the homeless man “wins”. I know too many people who would lie without it ending in a homeless person getting USD 1,000 out of their own pocket.

Twist #2: Homeless man’s reaction turns from disbelief……… To trying to share the money and take only what he needs, returning the rest to Rahat.

Comments following the video include people who actually know the homeless man and are now trying to find him because they lost touch with him years ago….. And people who don’t know him, but have set up a fund for him. Nice good-guys-don’t-finish-last-after-all story.

2) Here’s another creative person out there using said Powers of Creativity for good: Artist Creates Surreal Pictures Of Shelter Dogs To Help Them Find A Home.

Self explanatory

Self explanatory

3) Photographer Asks People Why They Rescued An Animal.

(I know, they even LOOK alike with the matching scruffy beards)

(matching scruffy beards)

  “It was like two lost lonely souls had finally found each other”

…And grew matching beard stubble. I’m just saying.

4) So, fathers strive to send their kids to school, right? This guy uh, took it literally… Father Carries Disabled Son To School 18 Miles Every Day.

pic from Dailymail.co.uk

pic from Dailymail.co.uk

(The boy is 12, and topping the class, but because of twisted limbs, cannot make the journey on his own.)

And a couple more that have nothing to do with the title…

5) Huffington Post’s 9 Unbelievable Airplane Incidents. #3 is an Aussie plane and pilot who reported a UFO hovering above him mid-flight. Plane and pilot are still missing.

6) Possible Death Sentence For Small Florida Town If Found Too Corrupt. This little town apparently churned out a crazy number of speeding tickets, almost half its water is unaccounted for, and the mayor is in jail for selling some drug or other, so they’ve been given 30 days to clean up or be annihilated. For real. No more town.

Plus, eye candy.

7) OMG Mother And Daughter Yoga.

This is so beautiful!!! (And hard)

This is so beautiful!!! (And hard)

This is so hard!!!

This is so hard!!! (And beautiful)

8) And a simple one of The Girls this week:

The Miss feeds a dog who thinks she's homeless...

The Miss feeds a dog who thinks she’s homeless…

 Still praying every day for MH 370… 

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Eden.

Yes, I’m blogging about another blogger. We don’t know each other, though like a gadzillion other bloggers particularly in Australia I’m linked to her (caveat: some of her posts are not for the faint-hearted).

She’s struggled with addiction and depression. Her husband, whose children from a previous marriage she is stepmother to, had cancer. She underwent fertility treatment to have a second son. Her beloved stepdad died. Then her brother recently killed himself, and she ended up back in the mental health clinic. She got out, went to meet her elder tween son off the bus, and in between the happiness at seeing her, he asks if she’s out for good. She says yes. She blogs about wearing an adult diaper in the mental health clinic. She blogs about making banana bread with 3 bananas instead of one. She blogs about how today on her 42nd birthday “all” her boys present her with a packed David Jones box from the most perfect shopping spree of clothes that actually fit her – not just in size, but taste. And a cup of tea.

Happy Birthday, Eden.

This is a picture of Eden, from her blog

This is a picture of Eden, from her blog

She blogs how she’s finally contemplating scattering her brother’s ashes where her husband picked up the blue-tongued (skink? iguana?) lizard.

She blogs about her eldest stepson:

One day I said look, mate … you were the first. Parents ALWAYS make the most mistakes with their first and I am just so sorry! And I saw him finally register, that I wasn’t an arsehole because he was my stepson. I was just an arsehole.

I check in periodically, feeling a little guilty that most of the time I don’t say anything, just…………….. lurk. I posted a comment once, one of umpteen comments she gets, of still more readers who silently peek in…. and then I felt so out of place commenting there, in a world so different from my own. I am, of all things, an ex-banker in Hong Kong of the school debentures and little kiddie interview tuition and in-vitro Chinese classes, who specialized in derivatives, of all the dirty things.

I’ve known loss and heartbreak, but I’ve not known tragedy and despair so devastating as to make me “let go” and just jump, thereby discovering in the middle of the pain and ugliness and self-hate the strength and beauty of those around you who, despite their own pain, come pull you out. The strength and beauty of those around you who love you.

That is what I see, when I read Eden. And I see her immense courage in living her life, in talking about it. The immense courage in her honesty. But I digress. What I really wanted to do is give credit where it’s due. (Fine, more credit.)

Reading Eden can change the whole way I write. Eden’s writing is so colored by her life, experiences I don’t have. And it was during this time that I wanted her writing to affect mine. Still following every little scrap of information on MH 370.

Strength and beauty of those around you. Who love you. 

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Rockstarism #305 – Piano Non-competition and the Karma Covenant of Mums

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It turns out Rockstar is the only child in his (small) Canton music class who isn’t going for some upcoming local piano competition/ demo or something…. 

Rockstar’s classmates (in Cantonese): How come Rockstar isn’t going for competition too?

Rockstar meets their eyes (I’m pleased he can understand the Cantonese, since it’s not simply the music-class-related fare) and shrugs. They look back at him, blink, raise their eyebrows. (Hey, everyone – MY SON IS HAVING A CONVERSATION IN CANTONESE!)

No one answers their question however, not the teacher, not other mums, and in my case because of the Karma Covenant of Mums, whereby if you think you’re going to “spoil” someone else’s child’s view of something, you well, keep mum. It’s like in Mum-hood you must strive to be your Absolute Nicest (REAL nice, not fake, multi-exclamation mark nice where you just rest your finger on the keyboard) unless someone is being a bloody T-Rex with you and you really have no choice but to cut the dinosaur’s toothy head off. 

Karma Covenant of Mums is the crazy unwritten rule whereby you love your kids so freaking much and acknowledge there are so many unknowns to bringing them up that you shall try your best not to contribute to another Wild Card Unknown in some other mum’s parenthood. You know, when another mum whispers to you she managed to get her son to Kumon, and “Don’t tell him Rockstar doesn’t Kumon,” and you try.   

After class, however…..

Rockstar: Mum. How come I’m not going for competition?

Me: Do you want to practice for two hours every day like (friend)?

Rockstar: <snort> No. Hee. 

Me: Didn’t think so. Suddenly IXL isn’t looking so bad now, is it?

(While I acknowledge a certain amount of work must be done, I’m going to try my best to find “life hacks” to cut it down as much as possible, and still get the material in him. Because I really want him to still have some free play time for Legos or marbles or etc…)

ps: The local kids in his class are about a year younger, most have private music tutors in addition to this one class (which I put Rockstar in as much for the local Cantonese experience as well as some basic music activity outside school – chatting with these mums is a relatively easy way for me to get an idea of the local schooling scene without the conversation getting all “kiasu” because well, we aren’t going local, they are always curious about ESF, and we are the only ones not going for piano competition or aspiring to make some kind of top music class), and one girl who sometimes doesn’t have enough time to practice (though yes she’s also going for competition) attends two kindergartens (K3), one in the morning and one in the pm. (I then told this to a friend in KL who says nowadays lots of little kids in KL take many tuition classes around their school hours too…….)

pps: I’m telling the story without putting any pictures of my happy, smiling kids or whatever up, because well, you know why. 

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Friday Of Impossible Prayers (And Other Stuff)

***Update: Per normal, the original post below was written several days before Friday posting. When I posted it to my Facebook, I still had no idea Malaysian flight MH 370 had just gone missing (or maybe when I posted it had not gone missing yet, I’m not even sure). At the writing of this update, the plane is still missing.

Because of the title of my post, I wanted to clarify I had no idea about MH 370 at the time. It is purely coincidental on my part.  

Praying, praying, praying for MH 370 and loved ones of all those on board.

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1) The Oscars. I love what I can learn from watching stuff on the ‘tube, but honestly – not a movie buff. Kings determines almost everything we watch at the movies, and whether we do. I’m there for the beer, olives and nachos.

The Oscars and other entertainment awards however, you follow because nothing better reflects the sentiments of our times than the entertainment we choose, and choose to honor. From trophy – brandishing “fat girls” screaming “This one’s for fat girls everywhere!” to Lupita N’yongo’s by now famous speech about dark and inner beauty – there is no quicker “cheat sheet” of society and popular culture than to look at what we choose to entertain ourselves with, be inspired by.

pic from Timesunion.com

pic from Timesunion.com

When Lupita’s speech started getting raves, I went looking for the transcript. Her much-heralded take on beauty and our concept of it, but that was not what stood out for me. This was:

“…my one prayer to God, the miracle worker, was that I would wake up lighter-skinned.”

As someone who has prayed “impossible” prayers requiring “miracles”, I thought it was a simple, effective affirmation of how He hears our prayers, works in His own time, and yes, performs miracles. You might not walk on water, but you may see His hand in making it freeze over. (Or, He might put a drink in yours, with a little umbrella sticking out of it, someplace warm.)

I suddenly remembered that before I became a Christian, I once prayed a challenge: If you fix that God, I’ll believe. Decades passed, I came to believe (sans that particular miracle) in a way that was so all-consumingly powerful that my old challenge is so laughable, and I forgot about it until I read about Lupita’s “impossible prayer.” God willing, there are certainly ways to fix dark skin, technology has seen to that. But she got something that in her limited knowledge she could never know to pray for, something infinitely better.

We pray for what we want, don’t we? I often tell the Rockstars, “You can never get what you want if you don’t know what you want.” But what if you no longer want (or have discovered you don’t really need) what you prayed for? 

Thought for the week. We can pray impossible prayers, isn’t that just awesome?

Oh, and Ellen’s record-smashing Tweet.

Meet Tweet

Meet Tweet (pic from entertainment.time.com)

2) Life on Mars, ancient viruses….

Martian Meteorite Suggests Water And Microbial Life On Mars Once Upon A Time.

Scientists Resurrect Ancient Virus That Once Nibbled On Mammoth Carcasses (they’re hoping to find enough DNA in the stomachs of the frozen microbes to clone mammoths. Way to Real-life Jurassic Park. See what multi-billion-dollar movie machines can do for creativity, inspiration and yes plain ol’ entertainment of a 6 year old?)

Oh yeah there’s another reason I go in search of hit movies despite being completely able to take or leave movies – it’s because it’s a multi-billion dollar entertainment industry. Money attracts talent and creativity. (Ok, sometimes.)

3) Oops picture-lite. And so about now is when I break out the

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Imgurians’ phrases for things.

(I have a 21 month old who thinks “Cabbit” is more efficient than “carrots for rabbits,” of course I’d put this up)

4) Um… Singapore’s Megachurches Move To Export Lucrative Religion

pic from in.reuters.com

pic from in.reuters.com

Ok this is touchy. So I will stick to as plain a narration of my “history” as possible. While in Singapore, I attended one of those megachurch services relatively regularly (to be exact the weekday Bible study, not so often Sunday service). And NOT at the megachurch currently facing lawsuits and other controversy.

As a fairly staunch Buddhist/ Taoist back then and coming from several generations of this faith (I even had a little statue of the Goddess of Mercy Guanyin, that my mother had taken with her to an old temple in Penang, had its “eyes opened” in a special ceremony, and then sent to accompany me in Singapore*), the description a close friend gave me, of his sibling and youth group-mates (whom I had once attended church service with) messing with their family altar and mocking it, left a lasting impression. (Not a Christian either back then, he was also deeply affected by it.)

It was an incredibly humbling experience that of all the places I would feel something powerful, and irrevocably know there is a God, it would be in this megachurch I had had an intense dislike for as a non-Christian. I was there that night because I was humoring a colleague I respected very much, who had unrelentingly kept inviting me to church after work. I didn’t believe, but was in no doubt that she believed with every fiber of her being and walked the talk every day in the dealing room because of it – no mean feat.

Why, YES, she attended that church too.

5) Quick-thinking Taco Cook chases would-be kidnapper, saves 4 year old.

This is a beautiful story. After 2 blocks, kidnapper tells taco cook Delgado to leave the boy alone with him, because it’s just not his problem. He says it is, and manages to keep the guy til police arrive. When people discover Delgado is himself a father of a special needs girl, they start collecting donations, in inspiration of Not Just His Problem.

(More stories at bottom of link).

6) 18 Things Creative People Do Differently. I was actually looking for something else to entertain the Rockstars with, this turned out to be a good read for myself instead.

7) Sorry picture lite. Here’s Wild Animals Practically Pose For Him.

Like so.

Like so.

And so.

And so.

And wow this is hard.

And wow this is hard.

8) This week’s 5 second skit is simply “Hee hee hee.” Rockstar practices his Taegeuk on the bed and for some reason the upper block totally cracks the Miss up.

She was randomly bouncing about around him (talk about Concentration Practice for him) and then when he did the upper block she just totally cracked up

She was randomly bouncing about around him (talk about Concentration Practice for him) and then when he did the upper block she suddenly burst out laughing.

Good weekend dears…

 

* The night I unexpectedly became a Christian, I went back to where I lived back then in Singapore, past the huge floor-to-ceiling altar, also of the Goddess of Mercy Guanyin, that was right outside the door to my little rented bedroom, and had one final (polite) conversation with the little statue my mother had given me. I said I had chosen differently.

It was an incredibly comfortable, clear-conscienced transition into my newfound faith. There was no turmoil, no fear, I continued to live in this apartment, for maybe a year more. I passed the altars several times a day and was often in the apartment alone because my landlady worked shifts in the Singapore Air Force. On my next trip back to Penang, I returned the statue to my mother, where it sits on her family altar til today. I think my mother was immensely relieved I did not become one of “those” Christians.  

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Little Miss-speak #1 – Cabbit

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First *official* Little Miss-speak…

Little Miss: Eat. Eat Cabbit.

Me: Can you say “carrot”?

Miss: No.

Me: Just say “carrot”.

Miss: Carrrrr-rt.

Me: Can you say “please”?

Miss: No.

Me: Just say “please”?

Miss: Please.

Me: Yes, it’s a carrot. So you say car-rot please, if you want carrot. And ra-bbits eat ca-rrots(She had that in Chinese class sometime ago; the toddlers were “feeding” paper carrots to soft toy rabbits and naming the action in chinese)

Miss: <looks at me like she doesn’t understand what my problem is> Cabbit.

 

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Rockstarism #304 – The Silk Routes Should’ve Been About Force Attax Cards

#304

Rockstar: Mum! Look what I got from (friend)! <holds up 3 cards> I gave him 2 packs for these!!

Me: Whoa, whoa how many cards in a pack?

Rockstar: 5. 

Me: And you gave him –

Rockstar: Yeah!! Cos when I saw this one card I was just so happy I gave him one pack and then (other friend) said “I know what they are. Thank you, but I don’t want them, I want the actual toys” so then I gave (first friend) his pack too! He was so happy!

Me: <examining the 3 cards he bartered for><thinking OMG our son cannot trade things, cannot, cannot> Hang on. Duplicate. Duplicate. Wait –

Rockstar: What??

Me: Did you know what the third card he gave you was?

Rockstar: Maybe. What?

Me: That’s the missing “power up” card for you to complete the set –

Rockstar: So all my Jedi cards get powered up!!!! YESS!!!!

First full "power up" set

First full “power up” set

Me: Did you actually know that when you gave (first friend) two packs?

Rockstar: Not really. I was going to give him one pack. But I was happy to see that (“power up”) card. Then (other friend) didn’t want his pack and I was still feeling happy so I gave that pack to (first friend) too.

Me: S-o technically you “overpaid” for the Jedi “power up” card, since he would’ve accepted one pack. And btw that’s how they ultimately set exchange rates between different currencies – when you want something from the US, you technically have to buy US Dollars to buy it. (His IXL math uses US Dollar currency, so I’d explained to him the difference between HKD and USD). More people wanting US stuff means more people having to buy US Dollars to pay for the stuff, when more people want something, that makes it more valuable, makes you need to pay more HKD or Aussie Dollars for the same amount of USD.

Me:……Though you could have opened both packs of cards and still not have gotten that valuable Jedi card. Still a good trade, see, the terms of trade or “exchange rate” depend a bit also on what someone is willing to pay or accept for it… When you don’t use actual money it’s called barter trade, remember that I Wonder Why book you got from the library? Where everyone was after the Silk trade? And how in the very beginning trading started because people who had too much of one thing –

Rockstar: Duplicate (card)s.

Me: Um yes like duplicate cards – they traded the extra stuff they had for stuff they didn’t have.

Rockstar: And last time people wanted silk?!

 Me: It’s hard to imagine the Silk Routes were not discovered so people could trade Force Attax cards.

(Rockstar nods gravely, Dis Is True.)

Rockstar: And Mum. Lemme tell you somethin’. Sometimes…. <like he’s making a big announcement> I just. wanna. give. cards. away. <shrugs> 

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ps: Passing by the Chloe store on another card-hunting excursion, I was mildly horrified to find the Miss stopping and peering in interestedly. It turns out she’s very taken not by the bags but by the footage of models climbing trees on the in-store tv screen. Phew. I think. (She IS going to be climbing trees though, looks like)  

So brioche break..

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Raising Rockstars (With Force Attax Trading Cards)

So Match Attax, the football and rugby versions of this little character card trading game, have been around since I can remember Rockstar being wistful about card trading. We even checked out what was available in Canberra and various other places when we travelled. The only problem is he never has enough interest in football and rugby to get in on it, just always wished they did cards on stuff he was interested in, so we never actually bought any of these in the last 2 years.

Then one day I see the usual little packs at the counter (they’re in K and 7-11s, bookstores etc) all over HK in a Dymocks and do a double-take because lo and behold, they’re….. Star Wars cards!

Hello dere

Hello dere

So after the first couple experimental packs (it’s HKD 12 for a pack of 5 “mystery” cards) and 2 years of waiting, I bring the Miss back with me one morning to the only place I know that sells them, to get more.

This would be she, joyfully munching a biscuit outside the store

This would be she, joyfully munching a biscuit outside the store because she loves new places and therefore also coming along with me on errands everywhere

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  There’s various levels to this game depending on how many rules you want to incorporate, but this story will give you a pretty good idea of what Rockstar is like (despite fusspot temper). So I buy 16 packs (should’ve just bought the whole box but somehow felt that was extravagant) and figure he’ll give 2, maybe 3 packs, to his best buddies.

Now here’s the thing about these cards – you don’t know what you’re going to get unless you tear open the packet, and there are 240 cards in a complete set, not to mention an apparently unknown number of limited edition cards. As in, in the name of torturing parents to locate a complete set; someone should spreadsheet the probability of this vs the number of packs/ cases of this stuff distributed all over HK because I’m betting the probability of a complete set is not that far off from the probability of winning your standard lottery.

(Which btw, is apparently about 8 million tickets. A structurer friend once put that up on excel on a slow day. Basically you buy a scratch-and-win ticket for entertainment and you read the “success stories” for entertainment but if you have decided to win a standard lottery by buying tickets – y’know, as a career move – you’d have to buy about 8 million tickets to have a relatively “sure” win. Obviously you need money to buy 8 million tickets (and don’t get me started on what happens if you buy 7.999 million) so this “investment” in lottery tickets is a bad one unless the money you’re putting toward 8 million tickets is specifically to buy you tv time and all the fan fare of a lottery ticket win (not saying this is a particularly intelligent move or anything)).

Though of course with cards you can trade your way to a full set… eventually…

See?

See?

But anyway Rockstar. I tell him 240 cards in a full collection, unknown number of limited editions, he has 16 packs and he can:

1) open everything and give away/ trade all his duplicates (I say “give away” because before I can even finish speaking he’s on about a lot of little kids on the bus he has already been slipping non-duplicates to)

This was a barter trade of cards for a car and a paper plane (after they got off the school bus home, not in school - they don't encourage paper planes in school)

This was a barter trade of cards for a car and a paper plane (after they got off the school bus home, not in school – they don’t encourage paper planes in school)

2) save 2 or 3 packs for his best friends

3) some other permutation and combination of the above

Rockstar tears open a few packs with relish, sorting and arranging them into his new collector’s album, reading the rules of the different games for the next hour, and then he starts deciding what he wants to share with his friends. Guess what he decides to share?

He sets aside half the packs to give to his friends, unopened. I ask him repeatedly if he would prefer to open a few more, if he would rather give away duplicates (not because I don’t want him to share but because I’m thinking 8 Million Tickets To Full Lottery i.e. I don’t know how many we will eventually have to get before he gets a “respectable” set – not even the full 240 but more the full “power ups” – there are these sets of 9 cards each within the 240, that would “power” all other relevant cards up, and we can’t even get a complete set of any of those).

Rockstar replies but this is what I want to do.” So now the Miss and I have to go shopping… again. Because if Rockstar wants to sneak a couple packs to his best friends sure, but when he starts planning to give most boys he knows Force Attax cards we had better make sure he has enough for all the boys because then it starts to look like instead of a lucky few getting cards we’re talking about an unlucky few not getting cards. (He is of course oblivious to this, he doesn’t know I decided to go look for more because I then didn’t think he could give like, 70% of the boys he knows cards and leave out the few rest of them… I’m not sure he’s allowed to go distributing Force cards either so I’m only letting him give a few friends each day discreetly until he’s done…) 

Guess who gleefully came with, on this day as well...

Guess who gleefully came with, on this day as well…

So… yeah, I’m quite proud of him for being so unselfish, but I was also thinking that bearing in mind he’s at least semi-aware of how difficult it’s going to be to get that “halfway respectable set” we were talking about, I hope he’s not too much of a sharing monster…… Sometimes I worry he doesn’t “defend” himself well enough in some of these games… But then I rejoice that at least in this, this aspect of pledging to raise him honoring and pointing to the Lord, it’s not that difficult.

ps: btw buying a pack for each of his friends is really nothing, I say this for the benefit of those who don’t live here because gifting back and forth is pretty prevalent – and we don’t even go to snobby atas school, in those schools people even gift Tiffany silver necklaces in birthday loot bags; one of his friends gave a bunch of friends including Rockstar Gangnam Style t-shirts, we’ve also received quite a few serious book gifts and by “serious book gifts” I mean encyclopedia-ish books about mathematicians and stuff…

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Friday-wear

1) This is what I have to look forward to in a girl… (Said in positive light, please)

4 year old recreates red carpet looks using her craft box.

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The Miss appears to be a bit more crafts-y than Original Rockstar, she’s scrawling with chalks, crayons or markers every day even though I don’t think she’s actually drawing anything in particular (not planning on really “teaching” her anything specific yet, just letting her go free and wild mainly because of the early uncharted-neuron-path thing)… The biggest irony is “Co-luh!” (color) is her new favorite word, she’ll make an about turn if you offer her coloring pencils or crayons and…… it appears she doesn’t know any of them.  No colors. Seriously, I kind of tried (ok, not very hard – you can see how I’m taking the whole random-scrawling-but-not-enforcing-any-learning to new heights) but she never responds to any actual color words (“red”, “blue” etc), though she can name all the items on say, the red page (“socks”, even “butterfly” etc). Go figure. Then again, we almost thought Rockstar was colorblind, at that age.

Anyway I looked at these dress-up pictures and thought there’s an interesting way to build concentration or motor skills (plus, tearing paper into strips can be so therapeutic):

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Mayhem (yes that’s her name, how cool is that) is 4, and one of the interviewers’ burning questions to her mother, was:

How much is done by you and how much is done by your daughter?

“The ideas are pretty much a 50/50 split, but Mayhem constructs a lot more than most people would probably believe. That’s one of the best things about this project, I see her learning new skills every single day. At this point, she knows exactly how many sheets of construction paper she needs to make herself a top and a bottom. She can lay the entire thing out and tape it together all by herself. Definitely, the more complex designs have more of my time invested, but she’s literally always beside me learning something new if she’s not tearing or taping or gluing while I am.”

“She knows exactly how many sheets of construction paper she needs to make herself a top and a bottom” sounds like a math problem Rockstar might have on IXL or at school – it would cover measurement, plus some addition/subtraction/multiplication…. I’m just saying, because I have friends whose daughters loathe Kumon and (unfortunately) subsequently math…

(Rockstar had a fun one in school recently too – how many jumps/ hops/ beads scooped with a teaspoon/ cubes stacked in a tower etc can you do in a minute? I can’t think of a better way for them to get a sense of how long 60 seconds is. As the kids hopped and counted their hops in that period, they soon realized that 80 hops was…. about right. 120, tops. And anyone who claimed to be hopping 300 times in a minute was possibly not telling the truth unless you could hop 5 times in a second and not get tired. Another interesting one was how many times they could write their name – because kids with 3- letter names would naturally appear to write their names many more times in 60 seconds than kids with 9 letters in their names. I love how they teach the math in his school…)

AND there’s lots more paper dress-up looks in this link, plus if you scroll down in there you get babies dressed up “with grownup careers”.

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(Hee hee hee. Sorry, couldn’t resist.)

2) Time for warning labels on Miley? I didn’t even check her out on Youtube, first round of outrage. This time I finally went to see. What can I say, she’s doing us a favor. Look at where we were Before and After Miley’s Ridiculous Twerk-implosion. The moves just had to get so over-the-top people finally said Should We Actually Slap A PG-17 Or Whatever Rating On It?

I’m not going to put a pic of Miley’s racy VMA performance, so instead, here’s Will Smith’s family’s reactions to her performance:

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I especially like the Smith Kids’ faces. Do you think they think the twerking and tongue are cool? (pic from trendgorilla.com)

See, before and after Miley did that, I don’t think bump-n-grind moves got tha-at much worse. I mean, they were already pretty bad Before Miley. So I’d rather have After Miley – probably more effectively restrictive than Before. (And honestly, WHO thinks sticking your tongue a mile out all the time is a good look anyway, I think the more parents freak out, the more attractive it’s going to be to tweens because of Forbidden Fruit Factor. It’s just not a good look. Why even bother trying to emulate it? No one tries to look like Chucky or Person In Mask In Scream except at Halloween right?)

A-nyway 4-year old Project Runway in (see 1) so much better. Better than baking cupcakes on Junior Masterchef even (except the healthy stuff, of course). Idea for reality show, anyone? 

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3) Beauty Queens Who Marry Drug Lords. Just one of those things that erm, stretches your thinking a bit. Ever thought what happens to Mexican Beauty Queens who marry drug lords in an apparent drug lord tradition whereby they must marry beauty queens? Just so…

4) Reddit’s Crazy Things Kids Have Brought For Show And Tell.

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Like so…

And so (can't imagine it's easy being a teacher)

And so. (Can’t imagine it’s easy being a teacher).

And exactly WHERE is this school where kids appear to have regular access to headless snakes, tarantulas and sharks?

See now, Rockstar’s school is in H-O-N-G K-O-N-G. I spell that out for the folks who don’t live here because for e.g. Rockstar’s current learning unit is about Time and Then and Now and the things kids keep bringing in for display……. There was “the first camera ever invented,” according to Rockstar. There was a vinyl of the Village People. (There are little kids who know the YMCA!) AND – note this – that antique black Village People LP had what looked like a HK price label in chinese. Did you get that? As in people possibly went out and bought vintage stuff here in Hong Kong for their kids to bring in for the learning unit. (Which of course is really great for all the kids to get to share in the learning and discovery process. I didn’t even think of buying stuff specifically, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen “the first camera” myself, and I’m how old… It never ceases to amaze me how much faster kids are learning stuff today – I initially remarked it was the internet but it’s not just that, it’s schools and parental involvement and how the way in which children are educated today is very, very different because of all the hands-on discovery, the amount of material to cover, the resources available………)

Also, if you saw it, you would really not want your kid to be the one who never brings anything, or whose parents never show up occasionally at events, or contribute in other ways. This gets me every time, because I remember how clueless I was when I worked (so this is kind of a headsup to those still working not to make the same mistake as me <ducks head> people are really, really serious about being supportive of their kids’ schooling projects). And really it hasn’t much to do with grades – it has everything to do with me not wanting my kid to feel like I value his school activities any less <cringe><various signs to ward off evil> So sending interesting stuff in I thought was a pretty good idea esp for the parents who had to be away at work more…..

5) OK this week’s 5-second skit is titled Welcoming Committee.

a: The Miss is there to greet Rockstar off the bus (long story involving our helper being off on emergency immigration business for 4 hours for the third time in 2 weeks, which means instead of the Miss being at home napping, she’s outside because I have to be… and there was an epic vomit-in-stroller incident too, oh how I hate the smell of rancid milk-vomit)

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b: Scene 2 involves a plot twist. In case you thought the Miss is simply Princess of the Whole Household – when she’s not asleep after he gets back from school, she insists on waiting for Rockstar to finish his bath so she can hand him his clothes. She especially loves Thank You’s from the bro. (Speaking of which, my “threat” of choice when she misbehaves in class is “I’m telling Ko-ko”. Y’know, because Ko-ko is a lot more anal about school than Kings. She misbehaves less if she’s had a glimpse of him in pre-school too, but in a good way i.e. she’s happy, not stressy; unfortunately Rockstar has to be in his own school most days she has her classes, otherwise we’d just always break out the Secret Weapon For Keeping Her In Check…)

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c: And…. there are the pajama pants.

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And have a good weekend dears 🙂

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One Of These Children Aspires To Work At NASA………..

…….the other one aspires to bungee-jump off the side of the NASA building on her Ko-ko’s first day at work, yelling KOKO!KOKO!KOKO!KOKO! all the way down by way of moral support. While wearing his old fedora, of course.

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ps: Rockstar’s reading National Geographic’s The Truth About Black Holes while the Miss is bouncing on the pile of pillows next to him. He is not frothing at the mouth over the inappropriateness of it all. This is an improvement. 

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Little Miss Rockstar Goes To Bebegarten

She's cooking something...

She’s cooking something…

It takes awhile to get used to some of the policies; the first time I went down to submit our cheque at admissions, the Miss toddled into the reception lounge – yes, with her little soft leather Shoo Shoes on, oh, the horror! – yes they have a strict no-shoe policy. Being asked to not linger in the lobby, mid-conversation with a mum friend whose kid was already attending because the Miss wouldn’t start for another couple weeks was another. I hope and trust they do that with everyone, because then it certainly is super-comfy for me to see the Miss running about delightedly touching everything. I sanitize her hands (Mucky Pups toddler-safe hand foam!) far less during the course of the 2-hour session than at any other place we visit. And it’s generally quite peaceful because they are so strict about people traipsing about the place who don’t belong there. (At least I hope they are this way with everyone; actually the reason I lapsed on the Shoo Shoes that first time was because I saw another lady walk in with shoes on… When they stopped Miss and me, I couldn’t bring myself to say another woman had walked on by, she was heavily pregnant – but she’d overheard and come back and taken her shoes off, which was how I’d known they weren’t indoor shoes.. I’ve never seen anything like that happen since…)

One of the Miss’ older classmates even puts on the spare socks in the basket over her own, before going in to class. I should do that too, then I don’t have to keep changing her socks after class – just dump the used school socks in the bin provided.

Yeah this is she washing her fingers and brush, after someone told her her brush was dirty...

Yes dis is she, after someone told her her brush was “dirty” (well not dirty so much as covered in foam), she got the idea from an older classmate who’d dipped a brush in…

....From playing with the pink shaving foam

….From playing with the pink shaving foam

See, I like that aside from the anal retentive at the door (which, when you follow the rules you might even start to enjoy when not directed at you) no one stops her from the relative freedom of messing with the pink foam or soapy water and well, I do enjoy the comfort of knowing the place must really be clean.

(YES I KNOW SOME GERMS ARE GOOD FOR THEM. Right up until the pediatrician tells you to not let them get too sick too often because especially if they are small it can hamper growth of their respiratory organs as their little bodies are too busy fighting every kind of bug known to mankind and Hong Kong. Anyway the kids do get the occasional sniffle and how sterile can their environment be, growing up with JD who’s quite an outdoorsy dog.)

Soapy sponge

But we likes soapy water and sponges. And trying to lift heavy soapy sponge, compared to when it’s dry.

And loved this one - water/ jelly beads?

And… water/ jelly beads?

(They’re supposed to practice their pincer grip by squeezing the beads between thumb and index finger – this was her favorite though the little beads went flying every. time.)

Guess where:

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Whee!

This one was "dry" play week I think... What I loved was the sparkly different-colored table clothes which were a nice bonus!

This one was “dry” play week I think… What I loved was the sparkly different-colored table clothes which were a nice bonus!

But it’s not just the pine cones and coconut husks, there are some really unusual things in the basket, including one where everyone was debating whether it was a dried custard apple… I haven’t seen custard apple since my Sandakan days..

And this one was also "dry" play week, where the paint is UNDER the plastic...

And this one was also “dry” play week, where the paint is UNDER the plastic…

…..So that’s the place. I took awhile to write about it because I didn’t initially like the anal retentive at the door – but neither I nor any of my friends who went for tour or whose kids go here have anything negative to say about the actual classes.

I love the little, slightly lavish “extras”. They change things around a lot. One time the kids were playing with dinosaurs in a little “sand bin” filled with……… really yummy smelling oatmeal. I never get the feeling anything is grimy, germy or hasn’t been cleaned in awhile. And the amount of thought that appears to go into the various activities the kids get to explore – texture, smells – whether it’s all “wet” activities, “dry” ones, stuff that makes noises…. Yes I could fill a lot of bottles with pasta and sequins and beans and shells but by the time I’m done buying all those things and using them for one or two sessions….. And I especially like that they don’t just use store-bought toys. They mix in home-made stuff with quite a bit of creativity. Cooking utensils used as musical instruments. Lotsa empty jars and tupperware and unusual tins where everything from English shortbreads to exotic Japanese teas used to live. And yes, most importantly I can see teaching staff observing, taking note of, the different toddlers’ personalities……

Another thing that never ceases to amaze me is Snacktime. Another mum friend who goes here says their snack is prepared in consultation with a nutritionist, which in itself is something (I can relax and leave Miss to scarf all the seconds she wants, of these homemade gluten free low sugar coconut or cocoa cakes or sunflower seed bars and it certainly does wonders for her palette – remember she throws up very easily, sometimes when all she’s had is a spoonful of grownup food, depending on the sauces? Touch wood never happened no matter how much of all the specially prepared snack she has here), but more than that was how they get some 6-10 toddlers to sit down around the table and not touch their snack until everyone has been served. 

Now, if they take only quiet, well-behaved, Emily Post-ish toddlers then sure. But the Miss doesn’t have super-quiet classmates, some of her classmates are pretty darn active during playtime. The Miss herself is pretty darn active, in fact I was a teeny bit concerned as to whether she was going to sit down nicely enough at circle times*, is why I was looking for a “nice” place for her. But somehow with the lights a little dimmed and calming music being played, the toddlers for the most part all sit and wait for everyone to be served, and then take turns pouring their own water from a little beaker <amazed>. (No really, I keep telling mum friends this and they’re all OMG Really?? But…. they’re toddlers!! I don’t know what it is, but some combination of dimmer lights, soft music and probably seeing all their other friends sitting down nicely, collectively not touching their snacks, has something to do with it.)

So here we go Bebegarten. Letcha know if we get kicked out because we can’t keep up with the anal 😀

*Original Rockstar wasn’t one for Circle/Music Time at Wisekids either – he’d formed some dislike, as he is wont to do because he is a fusspot who often forms dislikes, and he would walk out politely. The Miss also doesn’t sit – but she walks to the teacher or whoever is conducting the class or right to the front of the class to get a better look. Or….. “take over” <cringe>. Sigh. Also not sitting.

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