Big Shot Dog Friday

Close Enough? (pic from factslist.net)

Close Enough? (pic from factslist.net)

1) Because I loved tortoise disguised as KFC burger, here’s Tibetan Mastiff Passed Off As Lion.

2) Here’s Georgie

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Duke and Duchess of Cambridge’s official baby pics released earlier this week – not by a professional photog but by Michael Middleton, Kate’s father, in the garden of the Middleton family home. Even more charming, one of two official pictures released includes their dog(s).

3) The Obamas welcome new puppy Sunny.

pic from washingtonpost.com

pic from washingtonpost.com

It’s just always nice to see how others love their dogs. Even when they are busy with a new heir to the monarchy or running the largest country in the free world.

4) Beautiful Advice From A Divorced Man After 16 Years Of Marriage. It says “beautiful” on Facebook (thanks Jessie, for sharing the link) but I actually found it sad. (Was I really the only one who was Now He Knows, What A Waste, This Sucks?) My former confinement nanny (yes, the shark), who has been divorced before, once said it is very “Ng Dai” (closest translation: like an injustice in life?) that someone learns their lesson with the demise of a relationship they don’t fully appreciate the value of til it’s gone. They become far better halves for the next person, the one who didn’t try to stick it through all the years they were the worse person, but was just around at the right time…

5) The award winning Fallen Princesses by Dina Goldstein: When The Happily Ever After Doesn’t Happen.

I just couldn’t put up Rapunzel’s. Too disturbing.

So this is Whatsername from Aladdin. Who...... became a soldier? Terrorist?

So this is Whatsername from Aladdin. Who…… became a soldier? Terrorist?

6) Am I also the only one who watched the clip below…….

…..And thought Look At All The Cage Bars. Mummy Dearest Is Obviously A Fierce Wild Animal. How Will They Ever Get To The Baby In Time If Mummy Dearest Decides To Eat It/ WHY Is It On A Tray What If Mummy Dearest Thinks Lunch Is Served? (when the mum lifts baby by head in mouth at 1:19 and 1:29) OMG Mummy Dearest Is Eating It! (For real though, I flinched each time she had the cub’s head in her mouth.)

You think I’m being funny, but maybe you didn’t watch mum hamsters eat their babies in your primary school years. They really do that if they feel threatened (I learned not to touch them or most of the cage/ move babies that were too near the bars except with chopsticks for the first 10-14 days – it hardly happened after). And those babies were much bigger in relation to the mum hamster than that panda baby. And it’s not even like hamsters have a giant chip on their shoulder from being ferocious not-very-social wild animals who have the most incongruous ridiculously cute markings on their faces.

7) This week, Rockstar presents Little Miss her first official big-bro-hand-me-down with a flourish.

Well, actually it was more like YouHaveToWearItYouHaveToWearItYouHaveToWearIt

Well, actually it was more like YouHaveToWearItYouHaveToWearItYouHaveToWearIt

So it hadn’t occurred to me there were sibling fights of the I Want You To Wear My Old Favorite Baseball Cap sort. No Really You Have To. It Was Mine And I Loved It So You Have To. It Looks Great. So Cute So Cute. Really. MumLookAtThat. MumLookAtThatMumLookAtThat.

Obviously, she loves her brother

Obviously, she loves her brother

After the gad zillionth time she whips it off and Rockstar puts it back on....

After the gad zillionth time she whips it off and Rockstar puts it back on….

She's either forgotten or given up.

She’s either forgotten about it or given up.

Nice weekend, one and all!

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Muppy And Random Rememberings

Remember Muppy, my parents’ border collie whom they abruptly cut short their HK visit and rushed home to tend to after she collapsed at the vet’s? So during the Grandparent Tour we got to my parents’ house and only my parents’ Spare Parts Mutt (SPCA rescue mutt who looks like she is made up of various spare parts) is in attendance. The house is conspicuously without the fat border collie’s deafening barks. (Ay, “fat” is already complimentary ok, I have never met a border collie who hates walking and loves eating that much before Angeline and yes, we have met quite a few, considering JD used to train and compete in Advanced Agility events both locally and internationally with the HKCWAC back in the day.)

Old posted-to-death Facebook pic of JD and me during an agility competition back in the day

Old posted-to-death Facebook pic of JD and me during an agility competition back in the day

Finally I ask, and am shown the dog lying at the very back of the house, nose to crack under the back door, so she can still smell everything going on in the back lane. Muppy almost never ventures out of the kitchen, and in the 5.5 days we are there I do not see her walk about at all. She walks when my mother hauls her by a leash, to keep her active.

And this is Muppy after a teaspoon of baby fish smoothie. She doesn't look fat in this picture but trust me she's really fat - vet's verdict and all that. My mum doesn't like the vet much. And she'd want me to post a "thin" pic :D

And this is Muppy showing some life after a teaspoon of baby fish smoothie. She doesn’t look fat in this picture but trust me she’s really fat – vet’s verdict. My mum doesn’t like the vet very much. And Mum’d want me to post a nice “thin” pic 😀

Though she is most certainly not blind, I owe my parents an apology for disbelieving how drastic the change in the dog’s personality is – though we haven’t seen the animal in years, the difference in personality is still very evident. No wonder my parents, especially my mother, was so spooked. That doesn’t mean I wasn’t pissed anyway, thinking she overdid it with the dogs (daily: 2-3 small feedings whereby she washes table scraps if we’ve been out to a meal because the mutt does not eat dog food,  at least 2 neighborhood walks (not counting when they drive early in the morning to Gurney Drive several times a week when we aren’t around), daily half-baths and blow-dries for the border collie who has occasional mild incontinence, twice a week full baths and blow dries for both, not to mention the cleaning of the home every night before she sleeps because dogs shed and are well, animals)… My parents btw, are close to 70 years old. Yes I type the last just dripping with disapproval.

My mother’s raising of me, despite my being an only child, can be summed up by the phrase But Someone Else Needed Me More. Now that’s the dogs. Even as some of their friends say things to me like, “Now we know who they love more” (??!! And then I got jewelry for my birthday in advance.) It was why Mum was often gone even after regular school hours, either assisting in having books transcribed into braille at St Nicholas’ Home For The Blind or, when she was at a public school known for horrible disciplinary problems, giving free English lessons to any kids willing to show up around their often round-the-clock pasar malam (night market) stall manning (think I mentioned before that she quit that one after her new car was carved up with a pen knife for fun the first day she drove it to school, because they hadn’t recognized it as her car). Maybe I “spoiled” them thus, because except for a brief rebellious period that barely lasted a year in my low teens (where I then met my best friend in high school), I was almost fiercely determined to “have my head screwed on straight.” Couple times as a teenager I sought counseling y’know, to be sure. NO, NOT TOO MANY. Just my mildly obsessive compulsive hypochondria extends not only to physical health <sheepish>

My mum had students everywhere. We would be about the malls and various youths might pop up with a “Cikgu!” (trans: “teacher!”). My favorite was the decked out, hair-gelled Ah Beng* whom my mum didn’t immediately recognize out of his school uniform, who concluded with a mixture of pride and irony, Cikgu beh jin wah (Teacher cannot recognize me) I too handsome.” 

*Sorry, I don’t believe an accurate English equivalent of this term exists. Lemme try to convey the right mood:

pic from memegenerator.net

pic from memegenerator.net

No? How bout this:

Not best portrayal in Singapore, JB and some say Batam? (pic from simplybeautifulhealthyliving.blogspot.com)

Not best portrayal in Singapore, JB and some say Batam? (pic from simplybeautifulhealthyliving.blogspot.com)

There  (pic from allmalaysia.info)

There. (pic from allmalaysia.info)

Ah yes, Picasso had a Blue Phase, my mum had an Ah Beng Student Phase. <blissful reminiscence> They always treated her respectfully. Even that time they found and dragged the guy who carved her car up (she’d never had any contact with him prior, he wasn’t her student at all) to her desk and offered to “teach him a lesson real good”. Because of them I have a strangely fond view of Bengs. But anyway, back to the current…

“Umm….. You sure they didn’t give you a different dog?” I half-joke. It’s not like it hasn’t happened to people we met on the Peak, with puppies they obtained from a little petshop somewhere HK, which then got sick shortly after (in case you didn’t get that, the puppy might be inbred with serious health problems, it was explained to us by someone who actually bought one, so when you return it they say they’ll “cure” it and call you back, but what they really do is call back in a few months with a new animal that they can pass off for the “cured” one. The person it happened to said she was alerted by the “cured” puppy having no idea who she was or any recollection of his (relatively swanky) home and a very different personality from the original)…

One guy we met on the Peak Trail told us he’d spent HKD 800 per dog to DNA test the ones he’d paid purebreed price for, just to prove they were really not (he had no intention of returning them as he’d already grown attached, but just got irritated by the bullshit). He had 5 dogs, 2 or 3 of which were “purebreeds” (later proven to not be), the rest were rescue mutts, he ended up having so much fun tracing their bloodlines he tested all 5 but that’s another story… JD is 10+ years old now, most people who hear that exclaim in surprise. Australians we’ve met randomly on our walks have remarked to her things like, “I knew you were an Australian animal, you’re such a beautiful girl!” (Huh, racist! 😀 Yes I know it’s not an accurate term but I find it funny anyway)

But I digress again; of course my parents have had Muppy for years, she’s the same animal, I see the spark return when she gets a teaspoon of Little Miss’ fish smoothie. After that I am treated to a conspiratorial grin of still-very-white fangs, when I speak to her. But she barks rarely. Rockstar once dubbed her “Grandmum’s Noisy, Naughty One” who, despite a dislike for walks and massive overweight would BARKBARKBARK the whole house down (desirable to some house owners in Malaysia where neighborhood burglaries abound, unlike in HK where two separate apartment unit owners signing off can get your noisy dog kicked out of the building) and bounce vertically 5 feet in the air if you had something to eat.

So… Muppy is a different animal. And my parents have decided she really needs ’em. I got that message with a little ruby set in tiny diamonds and couple gold necklaces. I don’t know whether to laugh or tear up. Sigh.

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Cameron Highlands Through The Eyes Of The Rockstars – Strawberry And Bee Farms

Even as his baby sister goes a-toddling, The Rockstar goes a-strawberry picking. The very fact this is a “thing,” where there are kids in other parts of the world who skip out to backyards for fresh strawberries when Mama is making pie, just strikes me every time. I can’t even type me and pie without snorting. At least not unless it involves a fork.

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Well here now, pictures of Rockstar picking strawberries. D-uh. What? Fine, Ta-raaaaa!

Rockstar’s Lemme At Em pose, complete with prop of Empty Tray Just Waiting To Be Filled:

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A-and…. action!

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(After which it wasn’t long before we abandoned taking pics…..)

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(Also the tray which was being weighed…..)

Needless to say Rockstar scarfed the fruit the next morning for breakfast (thereby nixing complaints about lack of room service at Bala’s Chalet) and through the car journey to the airport to fly home (there were two big trays)…

But hang on lemme post the pics of the bee farm too:

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(Rockstar’s squinting at the sun)

We pass a larger-than-life golden Buddha statue, go up and down rocky terrain and across a stream back and forth – during all of which Little Miss has decided she shall walk all the way, thank you very much. I couldn’t take many pics for her either clambering up something super fast,  or risking rolling down a hill/ sitting down suddenly in chicken poop.

Seeing a huge Bunga Raya, Kings lifts Little Miss for a head size comparison (does that sound awful? I’m tired; no wit and charm today <ducks head> :()

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Little Miss delivers her own verdict, saves my post:

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Nb: We’re ba-aack… It’s actually the first day of school for Rockstar today! There’s about a 2 day time lag between my travel posts and realtime; unless it involves a Youtube of room service ordering wherein people know our exact hotel room haha. 

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Cameron Highlands Through The Eyes Of The Rockstars – Bala’s Holiday Chalet

Yes, another Rockstar Roadtrip! We were warned the winding roads were cause for car sickness and I’d looked for baby car sickness medicine in Bumps to Babes but had only seen something that was for 2 or 3 years onwards – and then when I wanted to take my own pills I realized they expired in June 2012 because the only time I’ve ever gotten motion sickness pills was when we went sky diving at Lake Wanaka.

(I hadn’t made a special effort to look for my own pills because when people first told me about the winding roads I thought having lived in HK and taken cabs here (major barf-inspiration) I would be able to take it. However I also know that after winding down the breast milk pumping my hormones (a.k.a. vomit-tolerance) was all over the place. Anyway, Little Miss fusses, I feel a little sick, we get (thankfully, can you imagine?) stuck behind huge cargo trucks on couple occasions….

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And we’re there. Ever heard of Bala Chalets? I hadn’t. Not til we were almost up there did I even think to ask where we would be staying at Cameron Highlands. No that last is not Bala Chalet.

This is Bala Chalet:

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Mr Bala, one of the wait staff tells me (I’m guessing majority of them are Tamil but please correct me or scream at me if I’m wrong!) has owned the place for some 30 years. The place itself is 70 years old. I was surprised to find there’s some wondering whether it’s haunted – well for the record I hadn’t expected to sleep well on the trip at all, I am a very bad sleeper, but I did. The place is beautiful.

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Rockstarism #275 – Room Service Adventures

#275

Rockstar: (after looking up the number for room service) Hello, may I order room service please?
<pause> I’d like an orange juice and (reading) a “Tropical Fruits Platter”. Please.

Me: How long will they take?

Rockstar: (shrugs) 3 minutes.

10 minutes pass…

Me: I better check what happened to your order, it’s almost bedtime.
(Picking up phone)
Me:?? There’s no tone, how did you order?

Rockstar: Oh. I thought they were just not saying anything while I talked.

Me: ?! Then where did the “3 minutes” come from??

Rockstar: I thought they would take 3 minutes to get here. 

Rockstar: (After dialing) Hi, may I have a mango juice…. And…. a coffee latte with skim milk?
<pause>
Rockstar: (to me) ?? They’re asking how old I am.

Me: (calling over to the phone) His parents are here, we’re just letting him order for us.

Both Kings and I can hear the laughter before Rockstar politely (and gravely) finishes the call and hangs up, before turning to us.

Rockstar: <mildly annoyed> WHY are they laughing?

Kings: You’re probably not old enough to be ordering a skim milk coffee for yourself.

Rockstar: Oh. Huh….

Random pic of Rockstar inna sleeping bag...

Random pic of Rockstar inna sleeping bag…

In the end, he cheats... (He would cheat even further after, it turns out he doesn't sleep in sleeping bags :P)

In the end, he cheats haha

ps: Proud Kings actually put a(n incomplete) Youtube of Rockstar doing that on his Facebook; feel quite sayang I didn’t record the whole thing (but they really did ask him how old he was, which stumped him cos he couldn’t figure why the Room Service People wanted to know… 

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Penang Through The Eyes Of The Rockstars – Roadtrip At Hari Raya

7.30am on Sunday, Kings leaves the house for the airport, to pick up our rental car. This will be the first time we’ve ever driven along the highway during the Raya season.

Rockstar Roadtrip!

Rockstar Roadtrip!

(He would later tell me he tore his hair out waiting because the car was late, had breakfast while waiting, then filled out a complaint form. I mention because this is like when he went nuts at a KFC in Seremban last time we came back after waiting 17 minutes for a burger without the mayo. We actually left sans burger and after Kings had spoken to the wide-eyed manager. Felt bit bad, the way I occasionally do back here if it seems we’re too impatient from being spoiled by HK life. On the other hand, when I repeated 17 Minute KFC Burger Story to a Korean mum friend whose son used to be classmates with Rockstar, her response was OMG I Would Go Nuts. Uh, yeah she lives in HK.)

We leave very shortly after Kings gets back, having slowly started packing since the previous afternoon. Throwing stuff in the bags is easy enough, I’ve started reaching a little higher – let’s see if we can open just one or two bags first couple days, instead of well, everything.

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At the “famous” Mc Donald’s drive-in that has been along Green Lane since I was in secondary school next to it, Kings and I are tickled when the young man on the intercom (who speaks fluent English) immediately switches to Hokkien at the first sign of miscommunication on our order. (There is certainly no problem with our order, it appears efficiently on the screen by the driver’s window – the kid is so fast he could come work at a dealing room in HK). “First Hokkien McDonald’s,” Kings laughs. Our order is ready before we have even reached the pickup window. We are duly impressed – the speed and efficiency more than rivals what we are “spoiled” by in HK.

Driving from Canberra to Sydney, we pass many yellow and black wombat and kangaroo signs. Here, it’s:

Lembu! :D Took me 3 tries to get this as we drove past...

Lembu! 😀 Took me 3 tries to get this as we drove past…

We initially plan to stop at Ipoh for lunch, but upon learning that we have to drive a way off the highway, we decide to stop at anything more convenient along the way that doesn’t have a traffic jam leading in to it…

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Traffic is heavy throughout, and we pass 3 either stalled cars or accidents (one at least is definitely an accident involving 4 cars) along the way. We are also passed repeatedly by super fast bikes weaving in and out of the lanes at what feels like warp speed to our 4WD, as we feel the shudder and rush of air. Idly, it occurs to me that in all our driving around in the States and Australia, we have never seen that many stalled cars/accidents, or been passed by all these bikes – a group of which lean on their horns real hard when they find us in the bike lane. We get a good glaring at too.

Eventually we settle on.....

Eventually we settle on…..

Bidor!

Bidor!

And the best wantan noodles we've had in a very long time

And the best wantan noodles we’ve had in a very long time

Rockstar shows off his awesome chopsticking skills

Rockstar shows off his awesome chopsticking skills

Except for a brief lull, every table ing this place is almost always occupied; we had to wait awhile for a seat too… At around 2pm.

Little Miss has a water break in the heat....

Little Miss has a water break in the heat….

And then we’re on the road again. After a brief stop in PJ to visit my old nanny and drop my mum off to hang out with her for a few days, we move onward to my inlaws’.

That night, we arrive in Seremban around 8pm, and another 20 minutes to find the restaurant where we’ve called ahead to meet them at. As we a late dinner, they indicate the next table who also have a couple small kids, telling us they’ve also only just arrived from Penang. 

ps: Sorry ah, bit shy to ask for permission to put pics of my visit to my nanny’s place, though I took some on my hp for remembrance; we couldn’t stay long and even with trying to get to my inlaws’ as soon as, we still ended up arriving late for dinner… But will share with you that among others I took a picture of….. the alleyway at the back of my nanny’s house. It’s just a backdoor alley but it’s one of 2-3 fairly vivid memories I have of the time with my nanny – at the time I must have been about 2 years old. The most vivid is of…… the floor! Cos I was a toddler and on the floor a lot. 😀  I remember the backdoor alley because once I woke from a nap and went to look for my nanny back there – somewhere across this door was another door and a neighbor who chatted with me that day. 

 

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Penang Through The Eyes Of The Rockstars – Monkey Business At The Botanical Gardens

Part of this is a story I told RMs in my daily commentary……

To catch a monkey (um, theoretically speaking. Of course.) you fill a jar with peanuts. The alpha monkey will be the first to call dibs on the treat, putting his fist in the jar. When he closes his paw around the peanuts however, he will not be able to remove his fist from the jar.

An interesting analogy about “letting go.” The monkey with his hand in the jar is free at any time, up until someone actually catches it, sticks it in a frilly skirt (or the kind of jacket Michael Jackson might have worn at one of his concerts), and teaches it to play a concertina. It has only to let go of the peanuts, and it will be able to take its hand out of the jar. Long ago I was told the most aggressive young alpha ones rarely do. They don’t let go of the prize, unable to see that it is not really a prize at all. It is this that allows the monkey to be caught, or to use a melodramatic term, “imprisoned,” you are “imprisoned” by your inability to let go (sorry ah, bit drama).

Thing is, it was never really a prize. It was bait. Being able to see this, and having the discipline to let go of the peanuts when you find yourself unable to remove your fist from a jar, is key to your freedom. If you’re a monkey. Older monkeys in the wild that have avoided getting caught for so long had either the benefit of seeing it happen to a more aggressive monkey or else they never fell for the bait.

Morals of the story: If you cannot let go, you get caught. If you don’t learn from history, you get caught too. But my absolute favorite is: It is far easier to say no to bait than to a prize. Being able to tell the difference means a lot to one’s happiness, so it’s worth the effort to working at being able to tell the difference.

Dis is Rockstar handing a monkey a banana

Dis is Rockstar handing a monkey a banana

As for our own monkey experience, my parents weren’t sure if we were still allowed to feed monkeys at Penang Botanical Gardens, because in Penang a lot of the monkeys are like vermin, too many, multiply too fast, and wreak all kinds of havoc. (Last time we were here we watched one make off with a motorcyclists’ plastic bag of stuff. Not sure what was in it. Pretty sure he’s not getting it back.) But well, this is one of Kings’ things with Rockstar, like the jet skiing, when we come here…

We arrived to a small crowd of other people already feeding them, there were stalls selling fruit, not too many monkeys this time, and one of the dads there tells us you can actually feed them with your fingers and so Rockstar tried it. Little Miss was further away near the car, and we were all ready to dive back in if things went bad. My mum mentions the latest was someone reported two different species of simians being released – from the description local authorities had identified they were probably baboons. “So now they’re worried what the baboons will do to the local monkey population….”

Y-eah. So staying near the car. I don’t know why some of my friends are more afraid of dogs – you can keep dogs out with fences (unless it’s a border collie but then those aren’t really dogs).

PAISAY this is on the botanical gardens website:

“The Monkeys:

1) Do not feed the monkeys.

2) Do not eat as you walk – monkeys love food and are likely to snatch it from you.

3) If you come across some on the path you are walking on, do not fear. Be calm, wait for someone else to come by before proceeding or turn around slowly and walk away. Do not look at them in the eye or intimidate them in any way.”

Ok, unrelated pics –

Note Rockstar's crestfallen face as Little Miss complains about being puled into a sleeping bag with him

Note Rockstar’s crestfallen face as Little Miss complains about being puled into a sleeping bag with him

Anyway, I found an old pic of what I used to look like when I worked... Didn't know where to post so here it is...

Guess who? 😀

I found an old pic of what I used to look like, in my parent’s home… Didn’t know where to post so here it is… That haircut has two names: 1) My Hairstyle Of Choice 2) The Boyfriend Repeller (all the guys I dated hated it including Kings, who made me grow it out into at least a “longer” short style and of course when I stopped work he immediately had me grow it all the way long…) I also preferred glasses but one of my friends (also formerly from SM Hamid Khan taekwondo team) went into optometry here – on a trip back ages ago he did a thorough check and was the first to tell me glasses were in fact only correcting about 70% of my eyesight, for which he could however still prescribe me a pair (charged me only for materials, I might add)… Eventually I did then go for Lasik in Singapore (where I was based at the time) and my eyesight has been much better than with glasses since….  

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Friday With The Rockstars In Penang

This is half a Friday linkie post because last time I totally nixed Fridays while traveling some people got disappointed… 

1) Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri! Can’t wait to see my old high school best friend again, she’s off visiting. Meantime, Ramadan Around The World.

This is so nice right

This is so nice right

My parents brought us to The Hakka Tree; being Hakka Kings’ verdict was it’s “not very Hakka” but we, esp my parents, still thought it was quite nice. Especially the crispy fried bean curd skin. Only tofu Rockstar’s eaten. And I totally embarrassed myself by hemming and hawing in Hokkien before reverting to Cantonese to ask “How do you say lai cha in Hokkien?” (Belatedly I remembered it’s Teh Si, right? Well at least I can say paisay 😀)

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Because everything tastes like chicken anyway? (pic from scmp)

Because everything tastes like chicken anyway? (pic from scmp)

2) Man tries to smuggle turtle on a plane in KFC burger. Technically this is more than a week old but it’s South China Morning Post and I was just expounding the virtues of Ah Wo whom we met at The Peak because Rockstar dug up the old video on my phone to show my mum. Not… that I’m dissing her dog-keeping, she would probably ultra-spoil a turtle too. She is just an insane spoiler of animals, I still remember her feeding the house cicaks warm rice.

3) Stunning before and after by makeup artist Vadim Andreev

This is really, really stunning - where did she get the earrings? And the makeup is amazing too!

This is really, really stunning – where did she get the earrings? Oh, and the makeup is amazing too!

Wow you can actually be "painted" thinner!

Wow you can actually be “painted” thinner! (Probably in real life the makeup looks quite heavy, but this is my favorite because it’s a great study in how to do shading when painting faces…)

Around extended family times on our first Grandparent Tour since Little Miss was born, Kings nips in and out of business meetings or is often on the phone. Besides the “usual” Singapore, Jakarta, Bangkok, Sydney, he’s been flying to various parts of Malaysia quite a bit. In the past months Malaysia has scored most popular among the various investment properties locations by a big margin, of all the places Asia Bankers Club members have viewed/bought.

As a generalization, I’d say one wants “cheap-and-good-everything” and it ain’t just the cliche – “expensive and good” is of no use unless it has the potential to get expensive-r, as I tell Rockstar, in answer to his “How do you make money?”) What you need is for the market to move “unexpectedly” further in your favor from where you bought into. You can buy a derivative investment that looks like it has a very nice coupon payment and it can still be horribly “expensive” because said upside is already completely priced in. Just like buying the gorgeous little town house at the high.

Anyway. Properties Malaysian. I find their popularity interesting, because while the most people we know identified opportunity here, it’s not like you can easily rent out your investment as a holiday stay place like we love to seek out whenever we are in Australia. I mean technically you could, but I think there is the fear of your beloved property just getting trashed. (In Hong Kong, you can’t easily do that either, though not because someone will trash your place but because people want to lock in against crazy movements due to a certain type of speculator the government keeps introducing New Buzz Off Speculators Financing Rules for, so you generally have to do the 1-2 year rentals.)

With a Voice of Almost-Experience…… many years ago my parents bought a holiday apartment along the popular Batu Feringgi beach tourist belt and chose not to rent it out to holiday-goers too. Their entire floor of Singaporean, British and Other European Country They Have Yet To Ascertain But The Hi-Byes Have Gone On So Long It’s Almost Awkward To Ask Now neighbors in this apartment development chose to do the same. It’s basically everyone beli buatan Malaysia (buying Malaysian) for capital appreciation, forgoing potential rental income because fixing up a trashed apartment costs more.

Was just thinking, while you dabble in cold hard probability while weighing an investment, the “emotional element,” or human nature and the understanding of, can tell you something a lot more. For e.g., deciding whether to remove a “safety” option feature from a derivative investment product. We once looked at one with a “safety” option that cost only about USD 25 cents for every USD 100 invested – because the market priced in a very low chance the equity index would tank (stock market super bullish the – we all know how that turned out ultimately… in the end the cheap “safety” was what really saved the entire thing – from a truly blessed decision several years ago that the “just-in-case insurance” was worth far more than the numbers told – in this case, a very cheap buy that became invaluable). Back when I was a newbie they had me cut my teeth on a default probability software calculator – interestingly, when you inputted also a publicly traded stock price, as opposed to only the company’s financial statements, you could get a very different default probability number. (That IS interesting right, what does the stock market/ all-too-human traders and investors think is going to happen to the company, that financial statements themselves don’t foresee?)

Okok sorry, got carried away. Basically my parents and their neighbors had all figured the probability of getting a holiday goer who trashed their place plus the monetary and the emotional cost of seeing their beloved holiday home treated disrespectfully is too much, thank you very much. But that even without the rental income, capital appreciation in itself was more than worth it.

4) So anyway is it a little funny I went yarning off as a lead to 17 Most Amazing Treehouses?

Not my parents' holiday apartment

Not my parents’ holiday apartment

This neither.

This neither.

5) “Busy streets, walking/talking robots and sumo wrestlers are just some of the things you will find in the world’s most technologically advanced city…” 

Ok, sumo wrestlers probably gave it away, but I betcha you still wouldn’t be able to guess that is the opener on Hotel Club’s pet friendly Tokyo hotels page (ok, they have like a gadzillion other things on but my mum is a crazy pet person so I searched the pet hotels to entertain her). Then I thought the “walking/talking robots and sumo wrestlers” was funny because obviously pets would be taken by this. So then I went to their Sydney hotels pet friendly page as well, and read, “Sydney is famous for its sun, sea and surf and does a rather cool job of looking after pets of its visitors.” But where are the super-cute pet pictures? 

That’s when I poked around and found CNN’s 12 of The World’s Dog-Friendliest Hotels.

Ahhh there we go.

Ahhh there we go.

Sometimes, the room might even match your dog. This is actually very important when you take holiday pictures.

Sometimes, the room might even match your dog. This is actually very important when you take holiday pictures, but how many people actually think about it?

So, good vacation stay listings should come with many pictures <imagine own dog there>.

6) Guess what Rockstars Time is going to look like this week?

This Rockstars Inna Holiday Home (yes, we hung out in my parents’ holiday apartment today – the jam was sooo bad coming back down from Batu Feringgi and by the time we fed and settled everyone I think I missed Friday by like a minute)

Little Miss with my dear friend's (Rockstar was jet skiing with the dad when we arrived separately)

Little Miss with my dear friend’s rockstars in my parents’ holiday apartment (Original Rockstar was jet skiing with the dad when we arrived separately)

Rockstar returns from jet skiing and buddies up

Rockstar returns and buddies up

Aside from being good looking, they fist pump, too

Aside from being good looking, they fist pump, too

Even as Little Miss acquaints herself with a windchime over lunch

Even as Little Miss acquaints herself with a windchime over lunch

Good weekend, one and all!

View from apartment with lotsa jet ski-ers (did I manage to pick up the many tv satellite dishes on the balconies of the residential units too?)

View from apartment with lotsa jet ski-ers (did I manage to pick up the many tv satellite dishes on the balconies of the residential units too?)

And yes we can see the famous Rasa Sayang Hotel from our balcony too

And yes we can see the famous Rasa Sayang Hotel from our balcony too

19 years ago I had a very memorable sleepover (like Amy Chua’s kids, I didn’t get many) here with a few of my friends from neighborhood secondary school SM Hamid Khan (most of whom were on the taekwondo team) – I didn’t tell them it was my parents’ place cos I felt self-conscious being from a slightly more well-to-do home than the rest; I think they guessed my awkwardness because they then didn’t tell me they knew my parents owned the place til some time later… One of em had observed the furniture was different in a rented unit he’d been in… (Wasn’t that easy to tell back then ok, my parents hadn’t added the birds yet.) 

I shared a room with another girl back then and today we’re mum friends, those are her gorgeous boys in some of the pictures.

Here’s to old friendships. 3 mergers, 7 bank employers – as many as 5 different reporting lines in 3 years with a single employer alone, I love old friends even more. I didn’t get to dig em all up, what with going batshit crazy with the second baby on occasion, I’ve got to try. It was some of these guys who taught me a few things about being a friend.   

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NOW Where Have The Rockstars Landed?

We  walk out of the plane and…. I’m amazed at how completely different this airport looks from the last time we were here.

Some serious "We're here!" head-banging going on

Some serious “We’re her-ee!” head-banging going on

Which is this airport?

Di mana tempat ni?

Di mana tempat ni?

Packing was a lot more last minute than previously; for one thing I didn’t have to dig up all the snow gear. However, an hour+ before we leave for the airport I discover our helper did not even re-pack the baby bag which would make up one of our hand carry luggage, from the last time I took the kids out to the furniture warehouse. Not wipes, not even to replenish the diapers. As I tear about the place, Rockstar looks up from a “last round of IXL before we hit the road”:

Rockstar: Y’know, this is also probably my last apple juice from the fridge.

Me: You really aren’t scared of me are you, even when I’m in a damn freaking bad mood.

Rockstar: Hee. No.

He gets his juice. Says a polite “thank you” with a grin, then turns back to the laptop.

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Car Plates 2013

No, I hadn’t stopped collecting pictures of car plates we pass as we go around HK. But it’s been…… 18 months? since I last put one up (just too many other posts). Readers who’ve followed my blog for longer might remember when I do this it’s usually “intermission” before we end up somewhere other than Hong Kong. Been awhile since I did it. If you remembered, you could…….. consider doing fx or equity trading!

(Not….. as weird as you think, from the old “belief” that the best vanilla fx guys are long in the tooth and have elephant memories – they can remember how the market (a.k.a. other traders with their human tendencies) reacted last time there was similar economic data released in the States the political situation in Iceland or Greece was similar, or etc. I know an actual guy in the very local Singapore market people referred to with this story, some 10 years ago. Y’know, the usual stuff – very fearless trading position, it moves against his favor, he packs on the position all the way down before it bounces back, he makes shit load of money for the bank and people tell (then) newbies like me the whole thing with much eye widening and hushed tones of reverence. I should just skip the princess and frog happily ever after stories; when I try those Rockstar interrupts with – “Is that Fact or Fiction?” I even have a Fact or Fiction app on my phone…)

Anyway car plates. What I was supposed to be doing before I went yarning off again.

And you shall receive this ?

And you shall receive this little Cayenne? Why you bought it?

This one should be "Ask"

This one should be “Ask”… Well “Wow” works too, but I prefer “Bow Wow.” As in the sound a dog makes.

He's not a dog or a plate, but he should be.

He’s not a dog or a plate, but he should be.

Because "Lucky" and "Lucky1" were obviously taken

Must be because various other Lucky permutations were taken

See?

See?

People who get to drive these cars are obviously fearless. And creative.

People who get to drive these cars are obviously fearless. And creative.

....sarcastic...

….sarcastic…

And FUNNY!

And FUNNY! (Be funnier if that’s on a taxi)

Also philosophical....

Also philosophical….

And...

And –

Rockstar tells me his sometimes fervent looking out along his school bus route are for such as these...

Rockstar tells me his sometimes fervent looking out along his school bus route are for such as these…

And this.

And this. And in parting…..

Also this. (But why is this?)

Also this. (If anyone can tell me why IS this?)

Stay tuned…….

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