Rockstarism #205 – Dumping on Daddy

#205

Rockstar: Daddy. Come help me look for ants. Get up, old man.

Kings: Did you just call me “old man”?!

Rockstar: Hee yeah. You keep lying down.

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Me: So tomorrow’s Monday, Daddy’s going to work. Do you know what Daddy’s job is?

Rockstar: Policeman? <grins>

Me: Yeah you wish. Try again.

Rockstar: Daddy works in a bank.

Me: Do you know what Daddy does in the bank?

Rockstar: He gives people money.

Me: Where does he get the money to give people?

Rockstar: He gets the money from other people.

Me: You think your father is Robin Hood isit? He has to make money, how does he make the money?

Rockstar: He buys money from some people and sells it to (other) people.

(Ok, at some point I will have to explain derivatives to Rockstar… As a matter of principle haha)

Me: Well, that’s one way he can make money at his job I guess…

Rockstar: Policeman is cooler. 

Me: Umm… He might not make a good policeman, he might make a better bank guy… So if he does better he would make more money as a bank guy. We need money for stuff like school and a home and Lego.

Rockstar: Okay.

Me: Okay what?

Rockstar: He can work in a bank. We need Lego. 

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Rockstar: Mum.

Me: Yeah?

Rockstar: <conversationally> Under Daddy’s desk….. Is a boogie! Hee.

Me: Does he know?

Rockstar: Nope.

Me: Are you going to tell him?

Rockstar: <shrugs> O-Kay.

Coming in from annoyed grossed-out sounds made by Kings outside…

Rockstar: Mum.

Me: Yes?

Rockstar: There’s a boogie on JD…. 

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Kindness And Weakness

This one’s a way of telling you something about living in Hk with its more opportunistic and aggressive culture (compared to say Malaysia or Singapore, I mean)…

Not All Things Nice.......

So……. I suck at being a “Tai-tai.” I don’t think I suck at parenting, but I seriously suck at handling helper or driver or building management in HK. Here’s how I let it get out of hand:

1) Last I remember the law in HK is you are only required to provide a plane ticket home for your helper in her second year of service. I can’t remember when we have ever stuck to this – I fall willingly for the “you are a parent too you should understand I miss my kids/ family/ pet/ houseplant” every time. We always give them a ticket in their first year. Sometimes we offer tickets for more than one trip a year.

The “champion” in this category is a helper who worked a total of 11 months with us, having been highly recommended and vouched for by a (then) maid shelter and ministry at a church, and who got 3 tickets home out of us, including the one we are required by law to provide when we fire her. She was apprehended by HK police for running from them on sight, one working day at a pawn shop when we thought she was buying groceries in a totally different part of HK. That’s not even when we fired her. We fired her when she didn’t come home nights, lied that she was doing social work at a nearby church for two weeks and warned us that she “knew (her) rights” and had successfully taken two previous employers to court “and won.”

When she packed her bags, she had like, thirty pieces of luggage squirreled away all over our apartment. The items covered the entire common corridor. When she had arrived 11 months ago, she had had 2 bags. The church who had shown her kindness had never seen her again, shortly after she got the job with us. She kept us from checking with social workers and “her church” by telling us her pastor was seriously ill for months.

2) I was widely advised to deduct a helper’s salary when they ruin stuff. To date, I have never been able to bring myself to do this, even though friends have qualified that you apparently cannot deduct more than HKD 300 anyway, and it is the only way to stop them ruining stuff.

Our last helper had no experience (nor interest in) handling babies and had been trying to get herself fired ever since she discovered I was pregnant – by ruining/ staining our clothing. (If we terminate by mutual agreement they don’t get paid the extra 1 month salary you are required to pay in HK if you fire. The number of people I’ve met who tell me their helpers do crappy stuff to then get fired is seriously not funny.)

She ruined like, 12-15 items of clothing within two months thereabouts – from Rockstar’s school socks to Calvin Klein, Ralph Lauren, Tommy Hilfiger clothing items among them and despite scolding, I couldn’t bring myself to cut a single cent of her salary. (I just couldn’t do it. I felt she really didn’t make much to begin with.)

When we fired her I still couldn’t bring myself to deduct her final salary. And then she got huffy that we bought her air ticket scheduled for next day departure, instead of giving her cash – and ran away from the agent who came to fetch her (after proudly telling the agent flat out that she’d been ruining things for months to get fired), hid in the Bel Air Clubhouse with another helper who zapped her in, and 24 hours later another mummy forwarded me her very professionally written cv posted on one of the most popular expat websites, looking urgently for another job before her visa ran out. I would’ve hired her. If she hadn’t ruined 12-15 items of clothing. That is how impressively written her cv was.

In killing her pass into our building, I was then stupid enough to tell the seemingly sympathetic Bel-air reception/ management (whom I have known and chatted with 3 years) details that included my inability to dock her pay for damages.

Somehow it never occurred to me how weak and stupid it made me look to building management.

Know how I learned never to do that again?

3) Shortly after, the ceiling in one of our rooms developed serious fungus growth within the space of a week. As in, a quarter of our bedroom ceiling suddenly turned black. When we called building reception/ management to look at it and see if the ceiling was leaking (which would mean building management has to repair it) they demurred, citing my questionable ability in getting my helper to work and do cleaning properly. “I think you better get your helper to do a proper cleaning before you ask us to look at anything.” Twice.

4) Think I’m the only “dummy” about helpers? I wondered why a mummy friend who has since moved back to Washington D.C. was at great pains to mention she “just” has “a dog-walker twice a week.One day shortly before she left HK, she explained. A helper “highly recommended” by her current employer who was leaving HK came for a “trial run,” and then told her “I’ve accepted another job, but why not try my (sister/ mother/ some other relationship I forget)?” After the trial, when my friend and her husband decided they didn’t really need a helper, this other helper started crying and begging for some opportunity to earn money. Reluctantly, my friend let her walk the dog twice a week. They said it was just really hard to get rid of her until they gave her something.

Then my friend went on a trip for 10 days. She arrived home to find the “dog walker” furtively trying to get her husband to sign something, “like (she) discussed with (my friend’s husband) while (my friend) was gone.” The papers turned out to be a full application to be this helper’s employer/sponsor. Except they only ever knew her whereabouts for an hour twice weekly when she walked their dog. They had absolutely no clue what she did the rest of the time. When my friend said they were not doing it, the “dog walker” began crying plaintively. “If you don’t do it I have to pay someone else HKD 20,000 to be my sponsor. You have to do it! I said I could even take care of your baby! Let me show you – hand me your baby!!

For some reason, my friend did not fork over her only child.

5) I screwed up with our elderly local Hongkie part-time driver too, whom we got mostly to drive Rockstar to school. The kay-poh retired one who asks how much I spend on moisturizer and whether Kings comes from a “wealthy, powerful family.”

When he told me he had 3 kids around our age, and how his 32 year old only daughter still lives at home and he just hopes he can find someone to marry her off to, I was taken in. I’m still in touch with my elderly Malaysian Chinese nanny in KL. I thought we might have a similar relationship with our 64 year old Hongkie driver running extra errands for the family. He would shrug, “I got nothing else to do, my wife works late, may as well let me pick up the drycleaning/ find local cookbook for your new helper, etc. After all, you’re pregnant and have been feeling sick so often.” I thought he found especial joy in the extra cash to shower his only grand daughter with presents. She is apparently a top student at one of the most desirable public chinese schools in HK.

Then when he asked me several times, “Is (Kings’) dad someone powerful in the financial sector?” I proudly told him of Kings’ humble beginnings (as many of my readers I think have already read on Timothy (Tiah)’s blog and in the local HK papers). And… I chatted with him.

Another mistake.

One weekend we came home to find our driver in our bedroom. He had never crossed the threshold of our front door area previously. He had shown up on a day/ time when he thought we were out (because I had also mentioned our weekend plans), given some ostensibly well-meaning instruction to our (new, very blur) helper that kept her busy in the kitchen, and then he’d gone snooping all over our apartment.

I watched him fumble with guilty excuses through the eyes of a former idealist who has been abruptly disillusioned. “Oh, and here’s that HKD 500 I took from you for errands the other day,” (ceremoniously returns me the cash out of his wallet in front of a bewildered Kings). “So we’re good.” Repeatedly falling all over himself with excuses in the following weeks, he also disclosed details that showed me just how closely he had been examining our personal space.

I somehow don’t think he steals, just that I like to say it’s a lot harder to be judgmental over someone who acts sincerely with a clear conscience. Then when you see someone who displays so obviously that they know in their own hearts they had no excuse………

And then Kings received a phone call from him one day:

Our Elderly Driver: Can I borrow some money? (He’s asked for < HKD 10k “advance” before, in the less than 6months he’s worked with us.) Like, a couple ‘man’ (i.e. Cantonese for HKD 10,000)? <pause> My daughter’s getting married.

Kings: Umm you mean a loan? What do you mean a couple ‘man’?

Driver: Ok make it HKD 50,000 lah.

Kings: I’m not comfortable lending you so much cash at one go, I can advance you several months’ salary if suits.

Elderly Driver: Ok can I have the money right away? When can I come collect it?

A small part of me is trying to say Come on, Aileen. He’s a 64 year old who still has to work and for whatever reason can’t seem to get enough money from his own 3 working children and his 56 year old wife still works til late at night.

But I couldn’t help feeling he wouldn’t have so blatantly asked for an amount that’s 8-10 months’ salary if I hadn’t told him about Kings having been a dirt-poor-village-boy-made-investment-banker while putting two siblings through tertiary education in Australia, and supporting his parents for several decades, all despite his own crushing study loans. (We’d married despite the crushing loans. It forever colors our perspectives on the prenuptial agreements discussed by our friends who are marrying only now…)

Anyway. Here’s the money question: Knowing what people are like, would I still choose to be the way I am?

I don’t think we should choose to be a certain way because we think people will be otherwise. It’s giving other “flawed” individuals way too much “power” over who we are, who we choose to be. 

But knowing some people’s penchant for opportunism, at least we can endeavor to be “fast learners.” When we have helpers who take such blatant advantage, we inform immigration. I made myself available for interview with the church/ maid shelter that first recommended our pawn shop frequenting, hookie-playing, 30-piece-of-luggage-hoarding helper. It goes on their record for future employers to consider.

I snapped at building management to stop finding ways out of doing the jobs they are paid to do. “And don’t think I didn’t overhear the workman tell you he cannot rule out a ceiling leak before you shushed him, then turned to me insisting there is no leak.” I told the rest of our building management about their two colleagues’ behavior as well. “That is how unprofessional and unethical your guys have shown me you are to my landlord (who insisted on footing the bill when we wanted to pay for it ourselves to get it done quickly because the whole time building management is arguing with our landlord we have to live there and suffer them coming in and taking photos and flaffing about over whether the fungus can be wiped clean – for the record the workman already told them it was impossible to simply wipe off).”

Should I ask for my CNY lai-see/ ang pow back? Maybe a bit over the top. But just a tad. Tipping is for service. I’m sure that is a language they understand.

But for awhile I get real disillusioned every time this happens. The people who take kindness for weakness, thereby putting many more people off showing further kindness. All those bleeding heart rights activists who will never listen to the “big bad employer’s” side and instead are hurting their own cause by coming across as “partial” (who’s going to listen to them then?). When I first informed the shelter to make myself available for interview after we fired that helper, the response I got was “But you can afford to pay (1 mth compensation upon firing the helper), what. So no problem.” (She would later admit she’d given up on this helper’s attitude shortly after we hired her – and there she’d vouched for knowing this helper personally for two years prior.)

Christian author/ speaker Gary Thomas drew an analogy to running a marathon. Right then you’re thinking I’m never doing this again. It’s awful. I must be crazy. And then when you’ve had a moment to rest, you decide to do another marathon because it’s this disgustingly healthy thing to do and you’ve forgotten the immediate pain. You do things because you know it is the right way to be. Because He first loved us.

It’s not so much that I can’t help being this way, it’s that I choose to be. Better believe I can quickly correct a “mistake” I make about someone. After all, He never asked us to be stupid about it. It’s either that or I better not be this way anymore…

PS: Btw HKD 50,000 seems to be some kind of benchmark – our family doctor told us he wrote off the same amount after lending it to his helper over the course of a few years (after which he fired her when one day she said she simply had no idea how she would ever repay it)…..

Also, have your helper etc sign a receipt book when they receive salary, and the latest I learnt recently – have the helper put the cash in an Octopus card (also cuts down loose change everywhere) and then use it to pay for groceries. This is to reduce them “sharing” grocery receipts amongst themselves and then filching the grocery money, because the Octopus card number shows on the receipt… 

And it only recently occurred to me why our driver asked me so much about my moisturizer and whether he could help me get it when I ran out. His wife is a beautician and I guess they could sell to me at the same price as me getting from Lane Crawford but maybe get it cheaper from the beauty supplier, thereby making a bit on the difference….. Which is fine as long as they don’t overcharge, I only mention to illustrate again the erm, “enterprising” opportunistic nature of even “semi-retirees” here… 

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Rockstarism #204 – Fart jokes and not jokes

#204

Me: How was school, darling?

Rockstar: We were learning about Hong Kong. (Classmate) asked who built Peak Tower… Then he yelled (his name)! (His name!) Everyone laughed, and he laughed loudest. But I didn’t laugh. I (happened to be) farting……

<pause> Did you know ICC is the tallest building in Hong Kong? Followed by IFC and then Bank of China……

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Rockstar: Mum. What does “f-ck” mean?

Me: Where did you hear that?

Rockstar: <thinking> Can’t remember. <shrugs> Everywhere. People say it.

Me: Probably when people are mad, then. They’re saying it to let off steam, when they’re angry.

Rockstar: What does it mean?

Me: It might be a lazy way of saying and meaning “Fart”. You know what “fart” means, you and your toilet jokes with your friends.

Rockstar: Hee. Yeah. Stinky! Hee Hee. (He must seriously derive a lot of pleasure from toilet humor with his friends)

Me: Well so someone using it as a curse word when they’re mad is their way of saying something stinks, they don’t like it. Like when Mummy says “crap” or “shit”. (What? You want me to still strive for a little honesty or be a total hypocrite? Yeah I try, but he’s definitely heard me say shit or crap before.)

Rockstar: I like “poop” better. 

Me: Good for you, Mummy should use that one more often, it’s a cooler word.

Rockstar: <like a honking sound> Poop, poop… 

Awhile later, bedtime.

Me: Shhhhh-

Rockstar: Are you trying to say “shit”?

Me: No, I’m trying to get you to shush and be quiet.

Rockstar: <disappointed> Oh. I thought you wanted to say “shit”…

Me: I want you to Stop. Talking. And. Go to…. Sleep!

<pause>

Rockstar: “Shit” is funnier.

Me: SLEEP!!

Rockstar: O-Kay, o-kay…. <long suffering sigh>

Any resemblance to bodily functions purely coincidental - he's ducking to avoid the paper cranes. Yes, really.

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Rockstarism #203 – Step Parents

He’s starting to remind me of Phoebe from Friends, with the tuneless “real life” songs  (I assume everyone reading my blog is old enough to remember the Friends sitcom :P)

Rockstar: I got a new song Mum. Wanna hear? 

A bird was sitting in a tree
And with her only mother
She didn’t have a father
Because her father died
And she knew that her mum-my bird was getting a new ba-by boy
So the bird in the tree thought that the baby’s father could be her father
So she jumped in the air
Because she started to get hap-py
And then her baby boy grew up to be a 5-year-old big boy
And ate lots of food and started to be 6-and-a-half
And when her brother turned 6-and-a-half she got a new fa-ther…

Me: (Bit startled – we’ve never talked about the concept of step parents, it never come up) Where did you get that from?

Rockstar: (One of his classmates) told me this story. When we were catching bad guys in the playground. (So he got inspired to make up a “song”, I guess.)

Random shot of The Boys where only Rockstar is aware (as usual) that I'm snapping... And Kings has graduated from being stuck on a berry to an iPhone...

It briefly crossed my mind to ask if his schoolmate was referring to someone else or themselves but then it doesn’t really matter right, especially since the bird was happy in the end.. Anyway my point with his “song” was I thought it was amazing what little kids talked about among themselves today… 

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Poverty In The Midst Of Plenty – a photography project by WYNG Foundation

Off http://photocontest.hk/ website: 

“THEME 2012 – POVERTY

……. According to HKCSS statistics for the first quarter of 2011, amidst great affluence, 17.8% of the population struggle to make ends meet……

… Supported by WYNG FOUNDATION – the WYNG Photography Project is a non-profit project to spark public interest and awareness in socially-relevant subjects. The intention is to stimulate discussion and encourage social responsibility on important issues in Hong Kong through PHOTOGRAPHY – the theme for the first phase of PHOTO CONTEST HK will be Poverty in the Midst of Plenty….”

This is a photo contest (currently online, but I think a full-fledged photo exhibition one with much grander prizes will also run next month thereabouts) that I learned about from my mummy friend who works for the non-profit organizing it.

Here are some of the entries you can find on their website (I shudder to call them “favorites,” so let’s just say these are some of the more thought-provoking ones I picked up…):

1) “Back-breaker” by Lim Allan Derrick

The aggressively plastered ads in the background. (When it comes to selling stuff in HK, you will get leaflets galore unless you scream your lungs out at someone. Property agents will mob you on property viewing days like they are paparazzi and you are one of the Jolie-Pitts.) This elderly person still having to do a back breaking job. The suits looking on casually. The “foreigner” woman whose expression sums it up.

2) “乞求一刻” by Har Raymond

There’s a description on the contest website in Chinese too, which I can’t read (nor can I read this title – I just copied and pasted and hoped it shows up on my blog correctly <sheepish>)

This walkway is one I passed on often when I worked. I’d never seen this particular elderly woman, but there was a man sitting in this area with shriveled and deformed legs whom I used to give money to when I passed him… So much so he would sometimes scoot up to me (he moves around by scooting along on his bum) if he was just “coming to work” up the escalator when I was looking around for him on my lunch hour. I…. didn’t particularly think I was “making the world a little better” by giving to someone on the street (for that I prefer regular donations on credit card or via church to carefully vetted organizations) – the action of giving this guy money often put me in a “healthier” state of mind myself. It helped my own attitude at work. Somewhere in the wide world is a study I once read about how some of the people who stuck the longest at charity work were the ones who admitted their own selfish motives, what they got out of helping others. This must be one of the things they refer to… But well, blessed is the giver…

3) “同樣目的-為生活” by Liu Chun Kit

Ditto this one re the Chinese description (aiya all the Chinese ones la)… Bearing in mind I could not read what the photographer says, my views on this one may diverge wildly (but it’s one of the more thought provoking to me nonetheless):

The policeman seems to be telling this woman she can’t (beg? solicit? if only I knew what her sign says…) I don’t know if others see a “bully” and a “helpless” woman, but I don’t. She is able-bodied and relatively young. Not to mention she actually looks a little belligerent to me. And there are certain taxi queues and paths that I will avoid as much as possible til today because of the “beggars” who fairly regularly and aggressively ask for money there. Some of them yell at passersby about it with a strong sense of entitlement.

These “beggars” include two guys whom I’m fairly sure (God forgive me if I’m wrong) are faking mental illness (have seen one come out of his mental stupor on a “break” and another keep re-dying his hair different brown/ red colors and gel it in punk-ish style on occasion) and a middle-age-ish woman who is always in mourning clothes and will hold your elbow or keep shaking your sleeve and cry next to you while you wait for a taxi – unless you speak in English and she thinks you can’t understand her, whereupon she will immediately move on to the next person in line.

Maybe you think I’m a horrible person saying these things about people who, regardless whether they’re faking or not have to beg. But I dislike most of all those who pretend to be helpless or hopeless (but could actually get a job or etc) because they are drawing resources away from the people who really need help. And I hold them responsible for the apathy that people in real need often face – because people who would otherwise have been much more willing to help just become too afraid of getting conned. Or unable to walk along the street without being harassed by the fakers.

4) "一窮一富" by Lau Ah

Hey. I’ve seen this lady, I’ve given to this lady several times! She’s a little funny, because half the time I passed her by, I hadn’t even realized she might want money, she wouldn’t have the cup. And then the first time she was holding the cup and I put money in it she didn’t even blink or acknowledge I existed. I hurried away from her that first day wondering if she even wanted money and whether she was mad at me for assuming she did. (Subsequently she would grin on occasion or hold the cup out when I looked like I was going to give her money and I actually felt relieved I hadn’t pissed off some Hongkie grannie who was just watching the world go by! :P)

5) "Dream Car" by Yip Micros

‘Nuff said. Micros Yip, you managed to do a Poverty In The Midst Of Plenty entry that raised awareness yet didn’t make people feel horrible for wanting to not see so many sad pictures about a sad topic. I mention, because I think a lot of people who see sad pictures about a sad topic would rather not be as “aware”. Case in point the homeless people right in the middle of Central or Causeway Bay whom all the working professionals avoid as they speed walk around them. Which probably doesn’t help. This one is “awareness” about a sad topic without people feeling horribly guilty for not giving more, not forwarding more “slacktivist” emails, joining more Facebook groups…… So Micros, you’re kinda cool.

6) "璀璨環抱" by Ma Tony

There’s a lot of similar entries like this one though, across from this street sleeper in Central are jewelry stores/ Harvey Nichols, Landmark et al and this is a busy intersection  where lotsa well-dressed working professionals would normally pass at lunch hour as well…  Ditto similar entries taking in the Causeway Bay area…

7) “舊區翻新, 誰的勝利?” by Chan Corsodyl

Had to pick at least one “scenery” one too… One of the first things that struck me coming to HK was how really old buildings could exist side by side super duper modern ones…

Ok, I daresay this one’s my favorite. Drrrrrum roll please:

8) "Street Sleeper" by Kin-pong Siu

Did anyone notice this is a fat un-mangy-looking mutt dressed in a couple t-shirts  who seems to be guarding his/her homeless person’s part of the pavement the way you might have a dog guard the front of your house? That, or blissfully sleeping alongside, anyway.

Again, can’t read the Chinese description, my own take was can Poverty In The Midst Of Plenty be spun to mean this well-fed mutt despite its owner not having a roof or bed? Or is that Plenty In The Midst Of Poverty?

It might not really follow what you would expect of the theme, but I would buy this pic. Preferably in black and white, but color is fine too. Why? Because the relatively well cared for mutt implies we don’t lose our humanity or kindness even in the midst of hardship. I bet that mutt really loves his/her homeless owner and doesn’t know or care that they’re homeless, unlike everyone else around them. (And if you tried to take that cardboard and blanket away this dog wouldn’t let you. JD guards my handbag the same way.)

In a sea of horribly sad images of elderly people begging on the street while yuppies and branded goods surround them and people pretending they don’t exist (not judging!), Homeless Mutt Pic is like a message of hope and faith in at least some of human nature and its strength and resilience.

The WYNG Photography Project, supported by a private charity foundation, seeks to create a significant photography prize AND provoke discussion. It is more than just about excellence in photography, it also aims to bring community awareness to a specific socially-relevant topic annually.

For more on the WYNG Foundation, visit www.wyng.hk.

To join the online photo competition, visit http://photocontest.hk/ and submit an entry before 30 April 2012 for HKD 20,000, HKD 10,000 or HKD 5,000 prizes.

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Rockstarism #202 – A Lego Superheroes Comic Book Story

Rockstar tells his first story based on a Lego “superheroes” action figure comic book that came with one of his toys…

Rockstar: The Girl Dressed As A Cat With No Whiskers was up really high on a house roof.

Rockstar: The Bat Guy was watching her. Her rope got caught on a traffic light. And then The Girl Dressed As A Cat With No Whiskers pulled down the traffic light with the rope. Tsk!

Rockstar: And then one of the lights came down and The Girl Dressed As A Cat With No Whiskers got the light in her hand and she put it in her motorbike and drove off. And the Bat Guy saw her and tried to stop it but the motorbike was too fast because it went VROOOMMMMM!

Rockstar: Then Bat Guy and the bats were chasing this guy.

Me: He’s called the Joker.

Rockstar: Ok, and then the Joker’s helicopter flew far away and the Joker was holding a rope with only one hand and in the other hand he was holding a gun with fire on the gun.

Rockstar: And then the Bat Guy shot the bad guy’s helicopter THOOOM! and then one bad guy who was driving the helicopter was holding on to the propeller and the other bad guy was holding on to the gun. And the bad guy(s) landed. 

Rockstar: And there was a KABOOM! because the two Jokers fell down and the helicopter broke. The fire was going to burn the two Jokers. 

Rockstar: Inside the club all the people were looking for the Bat Man’s helmet. There is an “X” on the helmet to show that they need to shoot him. 

But the Bat Guy was high above and no one could see him. 

The Bat Man saw the Girl Dressed As A Cat With No Whiskers and got in his black race car. And then the people from the club saw him while they were inside the orange car.

<pause to look over my shoulder at my notes> O-RANGE car. <nodding satisfactorily>

And then the people in the orange car tried to shoot the Bat Guy but the Bat Guy escaped – again!! 

There’s a loud BANG! The Joker shot the Bat Guy’s plane. But the Bat Guy wasn’t in the plane anymore, he was on a motorbike! And then the Bat Guy went out of the motorbike and went to the Bat Gear shop to get a fighter. To fight people. 

The people from the club tried to shoot the Bat Guy with a tank but the Bat Guy escaped – again!! The exclamation marks are to say WHY the Bat Guy keeps escaping. 

Rockstar: And then the Superman got the Bat Guy. The end.

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Rockstar In Da Lion City (Part 2)

Rockstar in food court having breakfast before Kings starts his work day

“Is he mixed?” the auntie making noodles in the food court at Arcade, Raffles Place, asks Kings. “He looks Ang Moh (i.e. white)…” I ask Rockstar if that was because he was speaking in un-Singlish, but he shrugs and says he wasn’t saying anything at the time…

Funny thing, in Hk when Rockstar was with me (and I used to shave his head) I would get “Is the father Chinese?” from Mainland shopkeepers… “Because the baby looks very Chinese..”

Buatan Malaysia In Da Local Food Court

I don’t even know what it is about Rockstar that “looks Ang Moh,” he is 100% buatan Malaysia (though born in HK)… But my mum has once remarked the same and been unable to explain it too… Hmm…

Running Fix

Rockstar running in this grassy clearing between Caltex House (now Chevron – when did that happen? But Kings says everyone still calls it Caltex House anyways… Poor Chevron, they bot the place and new signs for nuthin’… :D) and OUB Plaza…

OUB (now UOB – I was working there during the merge and I still display the crystal paperweight of the OUB building they gave all of us during the merge… also the OUB pewter coin bank I got from don’t-know-where) was my first bank employer, I’m still in touch with some of my ex colleagues from there…

I used to have a gym membership at the California Fitness nearby too – yes, I did gym a bit, but mostly I uh, liked to use their shower facilities before returning to work late in the night. I used to “sneak” back into the dealing room several nights a week to read research papers or go through what I’d done in the day, til it was time to go home and sleep. Absolutely loved it. It’s why I still have a soft spot for Raffles Place et al til today.

Impulse purchase at Caltex/ Chevron House

Rockstar has never asked me to buy clothes before – but this was a McQueen tee and sweatshirt he spied while we were going up the escalator – came back down to get them… SGD 10 and SGD 17 from this stall, respectively… And of course Rockstar chooses the ones in black and navy… We also came away with a Lightning McQueen bus pass holder for SGD 1.50 that Rockstar is wearing… We used it for our MRT tickets… I also took some time explaining how to read the different train lines and listen to the announcements…

Rockstar In Da Empty MRT

And then, after a morning of riding the MRT at non-peak (I took the opportunity to take him on an MRT excursion because the trains were empty… I’m not sure they’re ever very empty in HK…) we go mall crawling…

Rockstar At Millennia Walk
Rockstar refusing to walk along Orchard Road because he is surprised at the sudden heat (but that didn’t stop him from smiling at the camera when I took his pic, go figure!)
When it pours, we discover a whole bunch of rides like this one in the basement of Vivocity! Seriously, like, 10 of em! Back in HK I only know the 3 at Westwood…

And then back to the Four Seasons for a siesta…  We pass this beautiful arrangement in the lobby…

(Ok, honestly I don’t even display cut flowers at home because I feel it’s a waste, they’re already dead… I only get potted plants/ flowers usually… But that doesn’t stop me admiring someone else’s extravagance or appreciating when Kings gets me some <sheepish>)

(This more like it… 50 million year old palm frond fossil… and the Rockstar hanging over the side of the table is a “renewable” decor too…)

And then it’s night. My favorite part of the day, when I have dinner with beloved old friends. How I wish we weren’t separated by the geography. Also paisay that I did not pay for a single thing. Really have to pull all the stops out when they come here! (That’s you, guys. You have to come here so I can treat you real good!!)

18 years ago, we stayed in CJ Hostel together

These are Min and Mala, who’ve been room-mates/ travel-mates for like, forever. They picked me up and brought me to Antoinette in Mandarin Galleria. None of it existed 7 years ago. And now I can spy Hussein Chalayan casually hanging on a rack in some nondescript branded goods (I guess) store… (Honestly as a very general statement I find the branded stuff much more expensive in Singapore… Maybe because I’m so familiar with the branded goods warehouses and some of my SAHM girlfriends have been to rattle off the exact dates Lane Crawford, Harvey Nichols and Joyce go on sale…)

And we had…

Mushroom risotto (with scrumptious garnish of bacon), all-day breakfast, and pumpkin (I think) gnocchi 
If you saw nothing else, this should still tell you it’s a pretty girly place – carefully divided out deserts, three-way! 

(But my friends tell me now it’s pretty standard for places to expertly divvy-up the deserts because girls usually want to sample more things rather than eat the whole of one thing…)

And then the next day after sending Kings off to work it’s more rides for the Rockstar, this time at Paragon in Orchard… My unc has a clinic nearby so he was the one who first showed me the little playground at the top floor… (Another one we occasionally frequent is at Marina Bay Sands on the side near Mother’s Work, but we didn’t make it this trip)

Paragon playground…

I especially liked the “balloon pop” with tiny balloons on this computer game, you get a long turn for just SGD 1, and Rockstar doesn’t get much practice with a mouse at home… His school computers are all using the mouse, so…

And then another girly dinner! Yay!

This time it’s Osteria Mozza at Marina Bay Sands…

Amazing, when we left at almost 10.30pm this place was still completely packed, there are always people to fill the vacated tables…

They cooked the ricotta/ mozzarella samplers (otherwise the waitress didn’t recommend mozarellas for preggers – they are a mozzie restaurant)… And the fish ball-looking thing is my SGD 62 ricotta and mushroom gnocchi… Very un-fishball price, very un-fishball taste. (Honestly, I did love it, though I don’t know why a basic stuffed pasta cost more than the meated and seafooded ones)

Olive oil gelato/ice cream? Must try!
Dis is superb.

It really is olive oil cakes and ice cream (and I thought North Indian spiced Kulfi ice cream was the most interesting ice cream I’d ever had!), though the Rosemary candy is well, simply candy with Rosemary in it (but still quite nice la)…

And then I have to say good bye to Mimi because we’re leaving tomorrow! Sobs!

Goodbye, Singapore…

Waiting for the plane to take off… Rockstar showing off he and Kings finally beat the computer at chess!

 PS: The greatest thing is, because my girlfriends are now either also pregnant or have a baby already, we can swap clothes or keep giving baby things to each other! (The pants on the right below are Rockstar’s summer pants though, as are the stripy baby PJs below my purchases from Mother’s Work… They’re those special very light clothes made from bamboo…)

 

In case you’re wondering why I don’t just put Rockstar in shorts, it’s because when we’re out with JD there are often lotsa bugs – and they leave angry red welts, not say, the kind of mosquito bites that usually just go away after a few hours… I don’t like applying sunscreen or bug repellant directly onto skin and will avoid where possible – hence the light bamboo clothing which I spray with baby-safe bug repellant, then leave to dry about 20 minutes before dressing Rockstar to go out…

Summer, meet winter… Another consideration when buying baby clothes and living in a country that isn’t warm all year round… Whether your baby will outgrow the summer (or v versa winter) clothes by the time the temperature rolls around to obliging your purchase choices… I thought to recycle some of Rockstar’s old jammies/ home-wear – except he was born in low single-digit weather, some of the coldest HK had had. Girl Rockstar in contrast, will be born in time for the most uncomfy time in HK – summer. Super hot and humid, lotsa bugs… 

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Rockstarism #201 – The Way He Speaks

#201

Hearing the shower turn off, Rockstar calls from the bed..

Rockstar: Mu-um! Read my new books!

Me: What, no “Did you have a nice bath, Mummy? Is the baby kicking, are you comfortable, Mummy? Do you feel like reading my new books, Mummy?”
<silence>

Me: Hello, anybody home?
<silence>

I emerge from bathroom…
Rockstar: <conversationally, pleasantly> Did you have a nice bath, Mummy?

(Really can’t tell if he was trying to be funny)

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While I catch up with girlfriends, Kings brings Rockstar to meet clients/ friends…

Kings: He. Never. Stopped….. Talking!!

Me: Umm, is that good?

Kings: You try and bring him to meet your friends and see!

Me: (To Rockstar) What did you talk about to Daddy’s friends, darling?

Rockstar: Extinction!

Me: Bankers?

Rockstar: Dinosaurs! 

Me: Close.

Rockstar: <Authoritatively> 65 million years ago a big ast-noid hit the Earth and a big cloud of dust blocked out the sun and all the flowers died and the poor dinosaurs had nothing to eat………

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And then he finished the Easter egg- dinosaur egg song….

Rockstar:

A bird was looking for
Some Easter eggs
But they all turned 
Into dinosaur eggs.. 

And she was fly-ing
But her fri-ends 
Were all ba-bies
And they had Easter eggs that became dinosaur eggs and everyone turned to their pi-zza (he was having pizza for lunch)

And then a cat went after the birds 
They were too fat from the pi-zza

And they couldn’t fly a-way-ay..

Rockstar having thin crust Margherita in bed... And bread talk pork floss.

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Rockstar In Da Lion City (Part 1)

This is a bit of a cheat, because I can’t run around much (especially in the heat) each day, having been enjoying 15-25 (on a “bad” day) degree Celsius weather in Hk… So every morning we basically have some activity and then have to come back after lunch for a lie-down (most of the time I can’t sleep!) before night-time activities. It’s either that or cramps/ hunger pangs no matter how much I eat (oh joy, as I hurtle ever closer to the size of a minivan). Totally different from the Rockstar pregnancy, I’d really like to meet This little person who is so hijacking my life of fun and activity right now humph. But anyway lemme wrap up the Sentosa bit in pics first…

Touristy Rockstar walking along Palawan Beach in Sentosa, wearing adult-sized Hard Rock Hotel Singapore baseball cap (he insisted)

We were supposed to go to the Underwater World with his “Let’s Do Lunch” shark tee, but transport was so crowded/ non-existent we gave up and went back to the hotel… After that is… Port Belly, this awesome kiddie water play area and restaurant!

Awesome Water Fun Thing (What do you want from me? It’s a water playground thing of some kind. Pic self explanatory <peevy defensive>)
Rockstar In Da Bubbly Pool

We park Rockstar here each time Kings and I take turns going back to mind our stuff and following him around…

Rockstar emerging from one of various water slides

Obviously I can’t go up with him so when its my turn to keep an eye on him while Kings has a break (hot sun!), I follow him around and stand at the bottom of various slides to wait for him to emerge. So every once in awhile he’ll go “Meet you at blue/ green/ red slide” and then I’ll go wait at corresponding giant child dispenser to collect him… The slides go quite fast u c…

Rockstar and more nuggets at Port Belly…

One thing I really love is you can park here and not feel obliged to eat and move/ order lots or move, unlike in HK…

Love their menu options…

The only glitch is getting back to the hotel. The tram is too full, not even any standing room, and it’s a 40-minute wait for a cab (fairly unheard of in HK) – not even calling all the listed numbers on a sign encouraging us to call to avoid long wait times helps, because there’s simply no cabs.

Gucci shoes and crazy prints combi on this “uncle”

But I did get this pic of an old-ish Asian tourist dude waiting… There were a couple heavily tattoo-ed pretty Caucasian girls (entire arms covered in very beautiful tattoos, wearing strapless dresses) too, but I didn’t manage to sneak a pic… They did strike up a conversation with Rockstar though, but I was too hot, tired and grouchy (snapped at another Asian lady cutting the queue – so Hongkie of me! But it was obvious she knew she was cutting the queue and wanted to do it anyway and I was Come on, you’re a young woman who doesn’t have little kids in tow nor are you freaking pregnant and bathed in sweat so NO MERCY FOR YOU! Grrr!) to ask for a pic 🙁

Which is why on our last day at Hard Rock we are SO not venturing out again before checkout… Rockstar doesn’t mind dining alfresco facing the pool, I don’t think!

“Actually, I’m not Singaporean,” our bartender at the Hard Rock pool tells us. When I ask him if he’s noticed the spike in living costs over the years (7, for us, 3 for him – I’m so not used to how much room service and breakfast buffets and things cost now, it’s comparable to HK prices) he says “Definitely… But it’s worse in Malaysia for young people like us doing these jobs… In Singapore you make maybe SGD 1600 doing these jobs… It’s enough to still pay for meals and stuff. In Malaysia……..”

And so, on to da city, as we follow Kings on his business trip proper…

Dis is not a signboard.

(But it’s a pretty yummy seafood restaurant)

Dis Is The Scariest Thing Ever. Read On.

At No Signboard Seafood restaurant in Esplanade, the two women at the next table glance at Rockstar’s booster seat and complain several times to the wait staff that there is “a baby” sitting next to them, while Kings and Rockstar are in the Gents’. They request wait staff move Rockstar’s high chair away from near their table. No one complies. “We really, really don’t want a baby sitting next to us. Can’t you do anything?”

Cannot resist – must put up another – spot the difference (Rockstar has the top of a coconut shell on his head in the other pic)

When wait staff reply in the negative, they ask to switch tables. Again no luck, and they then start complaining about babies “never wanting to sit still.” I deliberately make no move, but Kings, returning from the toilet with Rockstar, immediately moves his seat (unaware of their complaints – it was a better view for Rockstar but because they were complaining I was smiling and sitting sweetly and stalling on moving his booster for as long as I could. (Is pregnancy making me a real bitch or what?!) If they’d asked me nicely I would’ve with pleasure – but they said nothing to me, instead complaining loudly about “baby behavior in restaurants,”) thereby spoiling my fun.

Anyway still don’t understand why they were that snippy – Rockstar wasn’t even speaking as loud as they did (nor were any of the handful of little kids scattered around the restaurant) in some Asian language I couldn’t recognize that is definitely not Bahasa, any of the Chinese dialects, Tagalog or Korean (I ask Rockstar for confirmation – he has a couple schoolmates who revert to Korean on the playground so his Korean-dar has proved better than mine before, even though he can’t actually understand the actual words – it’s amazing how much kids pick up from playground talk because it’s something they’re interested in)…

Then we walk briefly round the Esplanade (Rockstar of course knows it better as “the Durians”.) From watching Rockstar gambol up and down I notice Kings has wandered off into a corner. “Crazy guy yelling, they just called Security, I want to see what they do.”

Boh lieu lah my hub, I start. “But he’s an Ang Moh, (ie obviously foreign) I want to see how Security behaves.” Oh, right. Because in Hk no one ever cares. Everyone yells at everyone. For cutting queue, for being rude (haha), once an old-ish pedestrian and a younger motorcyclist started pushing each other right in front of our car on a side street. Pedestrian was complaining that when Motorcyclist put his foot down off the bike for balance, he had stepped on his foot. So he hit Motorcyclist on his helmet, in a gesture meant to be more rude than harmful. Then carried on with the verbal abuse.

Finally Motorcyclist said, “Know what, let’s just settle it in the clearing over there, lemme park my bike,” at which point Pedestrian finally went on his way. What went thru my mind as they stood directly in front of our car gesticulating angrily was:
1) Crap. How long are these two going to take. I don’t know enough Cantonese to ask these two to move and our elderly part time driver who is quite kaypoh is definitely not opening his mouth, he’s going to sit there and watch the show. I’m going to be late picking Rockstar. He HATES when I’m late after Putonghua.
2) Stupid Pedestrian. He’s almost a head shorter than Motorcyclist, and he’s not even wearing a helmet.

Anyway. Onward to the Four Seasons business hotel in Orchard Road area. I likey. The Rockstar, nnot so much. Hard Rock would blast music for pool parties necessitating bedtime to be after midnight because we could all hear it from our rooms, but in this more civilized part of the world, no such luck for the Rockstar.

So nice. And it’s like 30-40% cheaper than Hard Rock…

Can I take that painting home? And the mirror? How bout the table…..?

Rockstar liked that bird so much he went,

“A bird was look-ing for
Some Easter e-eggs
But they all turned in-to 
Di-no-saur e-eggs…..”

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Rockstar Babymoons At Hard Rock Hotel In Sentosa, Singapore (Part 2)

Malaysian Food Street is closed when we try to go back for breakfast...

But that’s not why Rockstar’s closing his eyes… He’s just having a deja vu moment, going back to posing with his eyes closed…

So we hit the rock pool bar early!

Yes that is my 29 weeks pregnant self.

No we didn’t really bar for breakfast, we went back to the hotel for buffet… Where Rockstar watches avidly as two older local boys get into a napkin fight in a corner.

Me: You can join them if you want, but be prepared they might be too busy with each other to pay much attention, they’ve obviously been friends for awhile…

Rockstar: Nah…

Me: Why not?

Rockstar: We’re not speaking the same language.

I listen for awhile…

Me: That’s English. What d’you mean – You don’t think Singlish is English???

Rockstar: No, it’s like Cantonese (the difference between that and Putonghua, I guess he means.)

He gets very amused by Singlish on the radio though…

And gets the tall blue drink…

This should be some kind of blue drink commercial…

Have Blue Drink Will Fly

If it's fun, why do it just once?

Really love the pool... Because it's got a beach!

Love the “fake-ish” sand, it’s not so fine as to get blown about when Rockstar plays with it, it’s super-clean, and Rockstar still gets a sand fix!

*Swoon*

This was right before he threw it away after a passing little boy pipes out the flowers are poisonous <somewhat deflated>

We spend the whole day vegging on the beach... Or chicken nugget-ing...

We cut a deal; Rockstar eats all his lunch, we don’t make him go inside for lunch. He’s only recently started eating chicken nuggets, having previously not really liked meat…

After a nap (Rockstar and Kings – I can’t sleep :(), we decide to do something “easy” – and catch the 20-ish minutes Songs Of The Sea show on the island… BAD CHOICE. (Thought SGD 15 for “privilege” seats was fishy)

Oscar, the only bit about Songs of The Sea Rockstar liked...

Firstly it was horribly crowded (Lots of different nationals – some Caucasians, quite a lot of Indians and Indonesians, and – I overhear Cantonese! When I freaked out at the huge crowd and asked Kings for a face mask, the dad standing behind him overhears and asks his wife for the hand sanitizer and starts cleaning his kids’ hands – so Hongkie haha) – and secondly it was positively sweltering. I’m sweating buckets.

We could feel the heat

Not to mention some of these went off a little too close for Rockstar’s comfort and he’s barely holding back on bawling.

Finale fails to impress Rockstar...

…Unless you count bawling that he wants to LEEEEAAAVE. The fireworks and pyro were a little closer than we’ve ever had before.

And then when we get into a cab, “How come you didn’t take a picture of the monster? We have to go back and watch it again. I want a picture of the monster.”

Nearly passed out in the heat and the sticky crowd. Pregnancy means I can also smell everyone 😛 We are bloody not going back there again. The two guys can go back themselves.

And with that,

HAPPY EASTER 2012!!!!

Spot the Rockstar (No this isn't on Sentosa, could't find any Easter decor to take a pic of there), it's an earlier Easter decoration at Westwood

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