Son shared this witty Youtube with me. The creator, a young man, is able to garner more than a million viewers to his sites! A Spielberg in the making?? Check out his other videos and be awed by the number of viewers.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r56jqb-fWVM
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Privacy Limited
"MOM!", Son shrieked as I poked my head into his room. "Mom, you can't just barge into my room". Oh oh! slipped my mind - I've agreed to knock. Sigh, the liberty to walk in and out of that room has ended.
When Son first brought up this new rule of knocking, I was aghast. Excuse me, this is my house! I go wherever I wish. "I need my privacy", he pleaded. Hmm.... fishy. "Are you trying to hide something from me?" "No, I have nothing to hide Mom, I just want to do my own things in private." "What private things?" I heard my voice rising. The argument bounced to and fro.
To cut a long story short, I relented. In hindsight I believe having own space preserves one's sanity albeit a short one. It's my sanity that we are talking about here.
Son chills out in his chamber with his MP3, books and mobile phone for company. I can tolerate that, nothing fishy ....... yet!
When Son first brought up this new rule of knocking, I was aghast. Excuse me, this is my house! I go wherever I wish. "I need my privacy", he pleaded. Hmm.... fishy. "Are you trying to hide something from me?" "No, I have nothing to hide Mom, I just want to do my own things in private." "What private things?" I heard my voice rising. The argument bounced to and fro.
To cut a long story short, I relented. In hindsight I believe having own space preserves one's sanity albeit a short one. It's my sanity that we are talking about here.
Son chills out in his chamber with his MP3, books and mobile phone for company. I can tolerate that, nothing fishy ....... yet!
Hey, did he just barge into my room without knocking?? "SON!!!!!!" `
Monday, September 27, 2010
Mission Not Possible
"Put the money in your bag now", I told Son, handing out his excursion lunch money. "Wait mom, this story is very interesting", his face buried in a novel, nary a muscle moved.
I can't remember a time when an assigned mission got him to his feet pronto. He's quick with his reply though, unfortunately, doesn't translate into quick actions.
"Son, throw away your rubbish"
"Later mom, PP is waiting for my call"
"Clear your room"
"Ok, after this show ends"
Is it my teen acting up or is it a delayed tactic employed by teens worldwide? More often than not I ended up completing missions, being the perfectionist and stickler for punctuality that I am. Teens strategy? Hmm..
By the way, somebody skipped lunch......
I can't remember a time when an assigned mission got him to his feet pronto. He's quick with his reply though, unfortunately, doesn't translate into quick actions.
"Son, throw away your rubbish"
"Later mom, PP is waiting for my call"
"Clear your room"
"Ok, after this show ends"
Is it my teen acting up or is it a delayed tactic employed by teens worldwide? More often than not I ended up completing missions, being the perfectionist and stickler for punctuality that I am. Teens strategy? Hmm..
By the way, somebody skipped lunch......
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Money Matters
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Unperturbed by his constant plea, I directed him to this website to earn his keep.
http://www.readbud.com/
Millionaire..... he won't be but surely his knowledge will be enriched!
Friday, September 24, 2010
Empty Orchestra
(From previous post.....)
Not wanting to appear overly protective, I gave Son permission to attend his friend's birthday party at Karaoke amidst much uncertainty. Of course I laid down some ground rules!
- no rowdy behaviour
- avoid expletive-laden songs
- focus on lyrics only
- order only soft drinks
Am I kidding myself into thinking everything would be followed to a T? Wish I could pound these into the head of his friends as well, then again, perhaps their mothers already did.
I sat in my car for a while after dropping Son off, convincing myself I had made the right decision. A second later, I bolted out and headed straight into the Karaoke, Son was nowhere to be seen, must have gone into a room.
Hmm, as I looked around, quite pleasant environment with a rather homey feel. Two big signboards stood out glaringly - NO SMOKING & NO LIQUOR! My trepidation ebbed slightly.
As I was leaving, one of Son's friend, the organiser, came in with her mom. Mom gave me a knowing look and as if reading my thoughts, she said, "don't worry, I'll be here with them!" Aha! all great moms think alike! Yeah!
Not wanting to appear overly protective, I gave Son permission to attend his friend's birthday party at Karaoke amidst much uncertainty. Of course I laid down some ground rules!
- no rowdy behaviour
- avoid expletive-laden songs
- focus on lyrics only
- order only soft drinks
Am I kidding myself into thinking everything would be followed to a T? Wish I could pound these into the head of his friends as well, then again, perhaps their mothers already did.
I sat in my car for a while after dropping Son off, convincing myself I had made the right decision. A second later, I bolted out and headed straight into the Karaoke, Son was nowhere to be seen, must have gone into a room.
Hmm, as I looked around, quite pleasant environment with a rather homey feel. Two big signboards stood out glaringly - NO SMOKING & NO LIQUOR! My trepidation ebbed slightly.
As I was leaving, one of Son's friend, the organiser, came in with her mom. Mom gave me a knowing look and as if reading my thoughts, she said, "don't worry, I'll be here with them!" Aha! all great moms think alike! Yeah!
A puzzling title?
From Japanese "kara" = empty/void + "oke" = orchestra.
The first karaoke machine was invented by Japanese musician
Daisuke Inoue in Kobe, Japan, in the early 1970s.
Daisuke Inoue in Kobe, Japan, in the early 1970s.
After becoming popular in Japan, karaoke spread to East and Southeast Asia during the 1980s and subsequently to other parts of the world.
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