Parenting

People hate to be given parenting advices. But sometimes when you see or hear something not quite right, you just gotta say something about it, right? WRONG!

I’ve tried to offer advice here and there to some friends. But apparently people either get offended or simply ignore what you just said. So I am taking a stance that Brian’s mom taught me long ago: shut up until advice is asked for. But sometimes when I learned something new and it works, my excitment tends to want to break that rule… like what I learned from “The Happiest Toddler on the Block”…

So I guess I’ll just mind my own business…

Toddler Tantrums

Bryan has been showing some pretty “tough” tantrums since he turned 15 months. So like I previously mentioned, I started reading “The Happiest Toddler on the Block”. And yesterday, I was able to pick up the DVD from the library so that we can get a “cram” version of the book to start winning some battles. Much to my surprise, the techniques freaking WORK! It was really crazy to see that look in Bryan’s eyes like, “Wait, you understood me?” And it’s even more amazing when he just puts away his tendrum and starts cooporating (most of the time anyway).

WOW. The techniques from the book plus the sign languages we’ve been teaching him have really saved us a lot of parenting griefs.

Speaking of sign language, Bryan seems to be be talking a lot more than he’s willing to sign. But he still signs anyway because he gets praises whenever he does them. But we are just beginning to realize how much he’s REALLY understanding what we say to him. Sometimes we just babble to Bryan in adult language (you know, complete sentences and all). But as soon as we realized that he understands most of what we say, we were shocked and have since started paying more attention to what we say all the time…

Rebel Forces Have Landed

At long last, the much anticipated Java class I’ve been wanting to take all year in 2006 finally started on Tuesday. After having played with PHP for 4 years, I’ve finally felt the need to pick up something else for a change. Partly, my cousin Alex is to “blame” for pushing me into Java for its enterprise-readiness.

A couple of interesting statistics about this class:

1. A typically uber-geek class has almost 1/2 of the students being women.
2. Everyone else in the class has either an IBM ThinkPad or some sort of loser Dell laptop. I am the lone Mac user in the class with the only Mac laptop (yoohoo!).
3. Everyone else planned on coding Java using Windows; I am the only person using Mac OSX (yoohoo!) while one other guy is using Solaris.

Hopefully this class will worth its weight in tofu. I had the same instructor in a previous database design class, and that class turned out to be very “profitable” for me. So hopefully I’ll be able to make what I learn here equally successful economically. 🙂

Speeding

We were on our way back from Deon’s party when I got pulled over for speeding driving my brother’s car. But the highway patrol was nice enough to let me go with just a verbal warning to slow down a tad. He said I must had some great conversation with my brother to not notice how fast I was driving… I like cops with a good sense of humor. But I didn’t really have the nerve to enjoy it with his 20,000 watt flash light shining in my face in one hand, and the other hand ready to pull his gun out and shoot me to bits should I make a suspicious move…

Coffeeeeeeee!

Maybe I am just not made for coffee… I had a cup of Starbucks this afternoon… and the whole day, it’s made me jumpy, tripped out, cross-wired, messed up… In fact, it’s made me feel tired and drained…

So far the only good coffee experience I’ve had is, of all places, Burger King… No more Starbucks for me… Blah!

This made me think of Murdza and why he’s always so damn efficient…

Paris Syndrom

No, not Paris Hilton…

Even though I’ve never been to France, the infamous rudeness of its citizens, especially those who live in Paris, has prepared me to encounter the worst. Apparently, there’s such thing as Paris Syndrom that many Japanese suffer when visiting Paris for the first time… The only place I’ve visited that’s even remotely close to the “allegedly” rudeness of Parisians is, surprise, another French-speaking city, Montreal!

Keeping in Touch

I think it’s ironic how modern technologies have actually made people worse communicators. The excuses of “convenience factor” in how someone can just pick up the phone and call anytime… or just write an email anytime… are pseudo. What it boils down to is this: you either write or you don’t… you either call or you don’t.

I remember when we moved to Thailand, I instantly got half a dozen penpals from my circle of friends — even ones I didn’t know so well. One nice thing about good old snail mails is the sense of anticipation in waiting for something that someone actually put some effort into doing for you.

Writing a letter, at least for me at that time, really meant something. I’d write when it was calm, usually at night. I’d carefully read through what was in each letter and carefully respond to or spend some time thinking about what I’d write in these letters — each written to suit the personality, ongoing conversation or the mood of that specific letter. And I felt the same thing from the letters I received. I enjoyed that.

Fast forward to the Internet era. Emails have made communication fast and easy. There’s now less “anticipation” factor in waiting. Instead of waiting for days or even weeks, gratification can be had right NOW. But because of this convenience made possible by the technology, I’ve noticed people just become “lazy”… Emails have become trivial. And these emails get shorter and shorter every year.

At first they are “here’s what I’ve been up to” emails. Then they are “just want to say hi”. And then eventually they become links to articles or news with minimal word descriptions. To some people, this is their way of saying, “I thought about you when I saw this,” or “I though you might like this.” But ultimately, even these emails rarely appear in the “inbox” anymore.

I’ve sent quite a bit of emails with links and short blurbs about what I think about something contained in that link to people. But more than likely I’d get cold shoulders. I am not sure if they got it, liked it/didn’t like it, didn’t care for it or they even bothered to open the link(s).

After a while, I stop sending them links or even “hello” emails. It takes two to communicate. Right?

Technology has made life more convenient than ever. Unfortunately, it has also made life busier than ever. Consequently, technology becomes an excuse for not having time of the day to communicate.

But of course there are those who AWALYS have a spare minute to write about or reply to even the most trivial things just to keep a conversation going (you know who you are!). And I think that really kicks ass.

A Wedding Absentee

I had a vivid dream of attending wedding of my close friend from high school, Chi-yao, last night. It’s one of those dreams where you can’t really separate dream from reality even after waking up. The conversations, and witty replies we had at each other were just the kind of things we’d say to each other if it actually happened.

The funny thing is, I have been a wedding absentee my most of my adult life — It’s the result of circumstances. Come to think of it, my absence in weddings is the result of ONE constant circumstance that I’ve been dealing with all my adult life — immigration status.

I missed my college best friend, Brian’s, wedding in Austria because my OPT was expiring and was waiting for SCAD to get me a work visa. At the time, I was advised not to travel because I may not get back into the U.S. if the visa is not resolved. That really aggregated me.

I also missed most of my high school friends’ weddings because most of them were held in Taiwan when I simply wasn’t able to attend them.

I missed another good friend’s wedding in South Carolina while working in NYC because of weather conditions. Stupid weather.

Chi-yao is getting married in Feburary, 2007. And I won’t be able to attend it because of my passport woes.

The upside is, I did manage to go to two weddings — Murdza’s wedding in Savannah (with a REALLY geeky theme) and our friend Deon’s wedding held here in California.

Pizzas and Games

It’s bee a few months since we last visited Jason and Alicia at their place. They made pretty mean vegetarian pizzas which Grace has been craving for. So Grace was pretty happy she got to eat them again.

Bryan scared their cats when he started crawling around and looking for them. The funny thing was, when he finally ran out of juice and took a nap, the cats started coming out again. I guess pets and young toddlers don’t mingle well. Even our cats run when they see Bryan come crawling… Don’t blame them though…

The 2nd highlight for the day was playing Jason’s Nintendo Wii. Grace and I are not what you’d called the “game types”. But we really enjoyed the “default” game that came shipped with the Wii. After a round of golf, bowling, tennis and baseball (the only game I kicked Jason’s ass on), my right arm is sored the whole day. It must be that damn tennis game.