Thursday, December 8, 2011

Nobody to think of

I guess everyone has been in a situation when you are with someone, but you think of someone else. Sometimes, you have to think of someone else. The game goes "There is a hot girl in bed. Do you want to be the guy she is making love with, or the guy she is thinking she is making love with?". A lot of guys can trip on this question. Off course, girls too when the question stands for a "hot guy".
So the other night, I found myself thinking "Who should I think of right now?". And I got nothing back.
I am not the kind of women that likes to think of being with some movie star. They are hot and well presented, but don't do it for me. I need someone I can touch in real life. I need to be emotionally attached with someone, to be attracted to him. Usually handsome guys have a lot of problems with their attitude and issues with their self confidence. Not for me, thank you very much.
So, right now, in my life, there is nobody that I can think of that will turn me on. Is it because of the place I work where people are like robots? Hard to find a hot guy at work. I have discussed this with 2 colleagues, one girl and one gay guy and they are in the same conclusion, there are no hot guys at work. On the other side, there are no smart, well educated, attractive guys either. They all seem to be assholes.
Is it because the guys that might turn me on haven't been in touch with me in a while and I feel them remote? It can be. I do know guys that at some point in my life I have felt connected and attracted to. And then for a reason or another, they have either changed and I do not feel connected with them anymore. Or they have gone code blue on me and I don't know where they are. Or they talk to me once in a while by email or phone and then silence again. I do not blame any of them. The life is very fast and things move very quickly. I am not able to follow up with them as often as I would want to and I guess they might be in the same situation.
Is it because the weather is getting cold and I am getting cold too? I have to say, I think I know why sunflowers are my favourite flowers. They like sun, just like me. When is sunny and warm, I am happy and have energy and I make others think of me, rather than me need to think of someone. When it is cold, I am a different person altogether. More productive at work maybe but not on the personal level.
Can be any of these, or all of the above. And frankly, is not that I see it as a big problem. Was just a surprise to realize that the number of guys that I can feel connected and attracted to right now, is zero, actually 0.0 to be precise. Wow! Where did all the guys go? Did I feel like this when I was single? Maybe that's why I was ok to get married when I found someone decent. I thought at that time that I would never find a better one. Truth being told, I have meet other guys after my wedding that I could have considered if I was single. But at that point was not even necessary to take that path of thinking. And then, all of a sudden, I find myself unable to think of someone. I am back on understanding the boys from the single girl prospective.

Friday, December 2, 2011

When it rains, it pours

Or maybe the "the series of unfortunate events" for me. November was just horrible. I spent my birthday at hospital, having only one wish, for the doctor to take my dad to surgery that day. My dad had a minor heart attack and ended up having an angioplast. And then, the follow up with the family doctor. And then was an eye surgery, again for my dad, booked since May. And then the follow up. And then I had a car accident, someone hit me and then left the scene before police arrived. Another guy that was in the car pretended to be the driver. I got a ticket that will cost me a lot after calculating the lawyer that will take care of my case in court, paying to fix his and my car so we do not call insurances and all related to that. So I decided to start taking Go train. And then I got a parking ticket. And then my daughter was sick. After 1 week the doctor said that is pneumonia. She started antibiotics and feeling better. And then, just when i thought November was gone and my life should start looking better, I get a ticket for turning on a small road before 6:30pm. The sign is almost un-readible, in my mind I had it that the limit was for 6:00, my car was showing 6:15, I turned, the cop stopped me.. and a whole bunch of others before me and after me. This means more headache, more work for my lawyer to take this to court, more money wasted. It sucks! Right before christmas when I know I will spend for gifts, there I go and waste a whole bunch of money on cops and lawyer and car.
The horoscope tells me that I should be good because karma will help me. I have been really good with others, and this freaking karma is not being on my side at all. I am angry with myself, angry with the guy that hit me and left, angry with the doctor that waited 1 week until my daughter got really sick, angry with my husband that didn't pick up today the parts that I had ordered to fix my car, angry with the money that I am wasting, angry with my mom that gets worried very easy and prays every night asking very little back (I mean, if you pray, ask right, why stay short!), angry with guys at work that seem to drag their feet all day rather than get things done, angry with my daughter's teachers that think she is not responsible, angry with my daughter's karate teacher that tells me she hasn't been to karate, even when I explain to her that she has been sick, angry with the weather that is cold and rainy and snow, angry with people that leave parties, angry with people that do not leave their houses to socialize with their friends, angry that I can't be more in the mood to talk with my parents softer, angry with myself that I haven't been in the mood to be nicer to my daughter when she says "No" to everything I say, angry with ... everything, angry with the whole WORLD!

There were some good moments too in November. A lot of people wished me happy birthday and a lot of good things (although nothing so far), my husband bought me a nice necklace from Tiffany's, my dad had a new heart and a new eye that makes him see much better, I organized a part with a couple of other people and it was a success (I danced like there was no tomorrow), I went to yoga classes a couple of times (free ones at work), one of the guys that really bothers me at work was not there for a couple of weeks, one of my friends had a little baby boy (the next day after my accident).
It is not all dark pitch black, there are some white dots, but still, I am angry with myself and the whole World! Don't know what to do to forget and forgive myself. I don't think I can. I can't even sleep thinking about all this and worry even more and get angrier. I am disappointed with myself. Need therapy, need a psychiatrist. For a while I couldn't even cry. I wanted to but couldn't. And then I watched some crap movies and I started crying with those stories, but helped me to cry for myself. Crying is good, but must be when parents are not around or my mom will lower even more her asking on her prayers.
Time will sort things out, I know. Until then, I am angry without knowing how not to be angry.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Your mom did!

On my way back home tonight, I took a shortcut through an area full of medical buildings. I believe one of them offers abortions. I believe so, because, I saw some people patrolling the area with some sings in their hands or hanging on their necks, making comments against abortion. One of them said "Choose life. Your mom did" and there was the picture of a young-ish women hugging a young girl.
I assume that that sign is addressed, 99% of cases to women.
I still have to meet a girl that doesn't argue, discuss, raises voice, fights and sometimes even hates her mom.
We start doing this since we are young. Mom's are always the ones that tell girls what to do, at what time, how to do it properly, how not to forget to do it..properly, and all over again, the same thing everyday. Moms are the ones that drive us nuts, sometimes setting us up to extremes like "I know that is the right thing to do but I will not do it just because my mom told me to". Moms are the ones that make our lives a hell during teenage years. Then we start ignoring them and try to go as far away from them as we can. We always need them, we want to know they are there, because we know that, when shit happens, they will help. They will help and talk to us about it, tell us how not to be in that situation again, how we are not thinking things through, how we are not being careful..up to the point that we will regret that we asked for their help. But then we will forget. Moms are always there, like that medication that we know it is bad and tastes like hell, but it is good for us.
And then we become moms. And we do the same to our daughters. Without knowing, we start telling them how to do things right, how to take care of their room, how to listen, how to do homework on time, how to wear things we think are the right clothes to wear, and so on.
I think the war between moms and daughters is one of the most powerful engines of the humanity. Because we are angry with our moms, we rage, we explode, we make changes, and we try new paths. Because our daughters are angry with us, they will find ways to prove us wrong, they will get closer to dads and learn the men side of things, they will take from us only things that we do not force to them, they will chose to do the opposite of what we want, they will chose to drive us nuts.
Women, all their lives, argue with their moms and their daughters. This is how we evolve. This is how we love and hate. This is how we try to become someone else, better. This is how we fight the fear that we will become our mom when we grow up.
So, reading that sign tonight, made me think that a women will probably go and have an abortion, just because someone is telling her that her mom didn't!
Choose your messages right please!!

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Up in the air

I took a long trip back home, just for one week, to be on a wedding. A very close friend, got married with my cousin. To save on money and to make the trip entertaining, I arranged to have a stop in Frankfurt, spend some time with my brother's family. It turned out to be one of the worst trips I have ever been. First the flight was delayed. The delay made me lose the connection. After screaming on the phone and face to face with airline agents, I made it to get to another airplane leaving in 30 minutes. And then when I arrived in Frankfurt, I found that the other ticket to get home, was booked for the right date and time, but wrong month. Imagine a trip where after each stop, you wait for a new surprise to come your way and get you into another problem. I made it to go home after 55 hours, with 6 stops. The only good thing about this was that I meet my nephews for longer than I had planned.
1 week back home is short. So much to do, so many to meet, so many you want to meet and try to meet but you can't. You see how people that were very close 2 years ago, now are a bit cold with each-other, for reasons you can't understand. You see how people have shifted their opinions and interests. You are faced with rumours, intrigues, jealousies, ignorance, bad will and on the same time, right on the other side of the same coin, with love, too much care, extra attention, good desires and professional growth. It is all there, in the same place.
I walked around with the hope to meet someone I knew. Didn't happen. I found myself a stranger.
I called people to meet them casually, not possible. Had to leave appointments.
I wanted to see my cousins all making silly jokes around a table. Didn't happen. Words were said to make a point, or respond to a possible insult.
I was tired but I wanted to see more. It is always that feeling that somewhere, somehow, I will find a piece of my past. I will teleport myself back in time, and laugh again with silly jokes, walk around and see faces I know, rumours are an important topic to discuss, and you could always drop by the bar/caffe and find someone you know.
Interesting was the presence of my friend (the groom) in that environment. And on top of that, a couple, his friends, from where I live. It made me put myself in another dimension, where countries were mixed, languages were switched on the spot, jokes were only for a few that understood the context, fun was different, love was spread in multiple touches and there were sprinkles of remoteness/ long distance on everything.
One week passed by quickly. Time to get back home, or better say, to the home where my husband and daughter are. Again, i was up for a long trip with a lot of stops.
At some point, during a long flight, when the airplane was over the ocean, I felt free. Free like a bird in the compete sense of it.
Up in the air, in between homes, in between families, in between countries, in between languages, in between friends, in between hugs, in between kisses, in between memories, in between desires, in between things to do, between weather temperatures, I found myself free. I knew that as soon as I would touch land I had to rush somewhere, do something, call someone. But up there, I even confused From with To where I was going. I wanted that trip to last and keep me in the air longer. I didn't want to land, I wasn't ready to land. I felt uncompleted, undone and with an enormous desire to cry from the heart. Outside, was constantly daytime, the bright light of sun was constantly reminding me that I wasn't dreaming. It was the first time where I wished the airplane would go around the World in the long direction, or take me for another ride after the stop, or that nobody was waiting for me and I could just get on another trip, and nobody knew where I was. I wanted to hide from everyone, I wanted to push a Pause button to the World below and stay up in the air inside that airplane. I didn't know who I was and who I wanted to be. I felt small and big. I felt loved and forgotten. I felt desired and eliminated. I could find a lot of reasons to stop the airplane and the same number of reasons to keep it going.
If that is what LCD did to Steve Jobs, I want some of it, often.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

I am not photogenic

It is really bad when you dress up, you like yourself in the mirror, you go out and feel great ...but then you look at the pictures and you look awful! What the F%&*?!! Why do I look so bad in pictures? It totally affects my self confidence and my desire to be in pictures.
What really bothers me is the fact that my daughter will not remember how I look now. She will always turn on to the pictures and look at them to see how her mom looked when was young. And she will see my awful pictures, she will see how bad/ugly/shapeless I look. And that's all she will have as reference. Maybe she will not be proud to show the pictures of her mom around. Maybe she will be let down to think that at some point she will look like me .. like me in that picture... and that will affect her self confidence and will make her worry about being skinny more than she should, have always makeup on to make her eyes look better, be conscious of her best side for pictures and have always the same smile and pose on all pictures.
When I see the pictures of my mom, I find her pretty but I can't say I find her elegant. She has a classy nose, pretty lips, wavy hair and she looks good on pictures. She knows that. A lot of time I have heard her say that she is photogenic. And in the same amount of times I have heard her saying that my dad is not photogenic, followed by a sad note..."An you are like your dad, you are not photogenic either!". So, my daughter might end up thinking that her grandma was prettier than her mom!
It sounds like it is not something important but think about it.
- You will have a lot of pictures during your teenage years, with your friends. You might be one of the cool/hot girls at school, but nobody will notice you if they see a picture of your classmates from the prom night. You will not be remembered when people will go back to see that picture, 20 years after.
- You will have a lot of pictures on your wedding day. You have a pretty dress that you chose after shopping dozen of stores. You have someone that spends time with your hair and with your makeup. You have a whole bunch of girls and women around that make sure you look good from all angles. You think you are beautiful, gorgeous, a real princess! An then you see the pictures and you hate the wedding day. Everyone else looks better than you.. better than the bride!! You want to rip all the wedding pictures.
- You have your first child and all you want is to make pictures with her/him, a lot of pictures. You have already hundreds of pictures during pregnancy, showing the belly in different corners. But now the baby is out and you start making pictures together. "Here is 1 minutes after birth". "Here is 2 hours old". "Here is 1 day old". And in all those pictures you look awful. If you do not look pretty on your wedding pictures, imagine how bad you look after birth, when you are in your worst, feels like you have been in a battle and have a lot of wounds all around your body.

These are all pictures that are shown over and over in your life. Even if you ripped one of them, someone else might have it and will bring it back in your life at some point to remind you how awful you looked at that time of your life.

I am not photogenic and people will not remember me as a pretty girl/women. All I have to work on is my humour, my behaviour, my type, my personality. At least, my daughter will say "This is my mom and when we took this picture, she said: SMIIIILEEE!"

This picture is from one of my favourite movies, Amelie

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Home alone

So my family is gone for a trip for one week and I am home alone till Thursday.
It is strange to feel single again. People are asking me if the house feels empty now but really, I am not staying much home.
I woke up at 11:30 on Sunday morning and it felt like I had a good rest, eventhough was hot. I am not wasting time with unfruitful conversations with my neighbours while we keep an eye at the kids that play outside on the street. I am not in rush to get back home in order to catch the swimming class, I am not in rush to prepare the dinner so the kid can go sleep early and I feel stressless. Haven't felt stressless in a long time.
There are places i like to hang out with friends, there are things i like to explore after work and now i can do it. I wish I could meet with some friends that i usually do not have time to catch up, but it feels complicated.

Am i a good mother and wife for feeling good when my family is away?



I know this doesn't make me a bad women but is the women inside me that is trying to take me to primal feelings and limit my freedom to enjoy the time i have for me. Now most of the times, philosophers rely to these primal instincts and feelings to make us understand what goes on now with us. For example, if we eat only 3 times a day, the body will think that something is going on and needs to reserve fat for the bad days that are coming. Now, if i think this makes sense, maybe the primal instinct i am feeling now is also right.
But when do we stop looking back to cave people in order to find out what will happen with our brain tomorrow? Where are all these brave, strong women that have been teaching me since the last century that we should not be just wives and mothers, we should be more than that..and in order to be more than that, we should able to explore the world around us with our own eyes and we should have time to evolve personally. So right now, inside me, the primal women is fighting with Marie Curie, Amelia Earhart, Frida Kahlo, Condolezza Rice...Looking from the sides of the balance, I find it more compelling to trust the other women and forget about Ardi (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ardi).
I know that most of the times i am my self's worst enemy. My train of thoughts takes me to places i don't want to go and don't want to believe. But I have to get up and take the sword of Jean D'arc and be strong.
Ok, going out with my girls now for a drink ..no blame at all!

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Bitter-sweet symphony

Have you ever had the chance to taste the feeling of saying "I quit!" ?
Sometimes, work and work relations come to a point where you want a knife and either cut your wrist's veins or kill someone. Since I am not aggressive by nature and religion, none of these was an option for me. So plan C was to quit.
There were moments when I wished I had another job lined up for me and tell my manger right there: You idiot, you brownnose.. I can't work like this with you anymore, I quit right here, right now!
Then there were moments when I thought: It is not that bad and going somewhere else wont be any better, there are problems everywhere.
So I was in limbo between leaving or staying, trying to find reasons to keep myself going where I was. I knew the people, I knew the products, I knew what I had to deal with and if I could resist, something good would come from it. Like a promotion for example. And then I would take a step back and see how my position was in edge and how my role was setup for failure. And then was the yearly performance review where I heard: Great job, but can't make any change to salary or signority this time, sorry!
That was it! I updated my resume and put it online to all the job engines out there. I even contacted a recruiter and had an interview. It was really bad.The guy told me that he used to be a car salesman and then he started in the agency as a helper but when the economy went tits up, they needed recruiters and so he was promoted. What a joke! He really looked at me like a car, what was my engine, how many doors, what colour, what material for the seats, automatic/stick.. and then looked if there was any customer that was asking for something similar. Never heard from him after and that's good.
Meanwhile, on my gmail account, there was a message waiting for me for a while. See, gmail is not my primary account and I check that every once in a while. Since I was busy posting resumes, I didn't look at this message where someone I used to work with, was making me an offer to apply where he was working! Careful what you wish for ..cause you might get it all ...and then some more!
So I applied, went for an interview that went well. And then another interview that went ok. Then I had to wait for a while but was asked for another interview that was sort of messed up. None of the two people that I was supposed to meet was available and then at the last moment, they sent downstairs someone to interview me on the spot! The guy did show his anger on how this was dropped on his lap but at the end, was ok.
So, here we are, I have my old job in a big corporate that is killing me and where I see no more growth, but where I have been for 11 years, I know everyone, I feel like home and I have 27 days vacation piled up. On the flip side, I have now this offer from this small-ish company, very sexy, lots of room to grow if you are smart but where people work like mad and response is expected at any time of the day/night. And to top it, the guy that asked me to get there, resigned and went somewhere else with less work.
What to do!?
I waited for an official offer from the new job and then I pulled my manger and told him that after the last review, I wasn't happy and I started looking for a job and now I have an offer. I told him that I haven't accept it yet in order to give him a chance to make a counter-offer. He asked for 2 days to work on this but then came back the very next day and said : Sorry, we are not investing in your team this year so there is nothing I can offer to you. You can look to other areas within the company if you want!
Wow! That made me think that I really had to get out of there.. quick! So I discussed my offer with the new place and accept it. And then told my manager when was my last day. I had to google a template for official resignation to find out what to write. He didn't even book 10 minutes to say to me a proper goodbye!
I was really sure that I was doing the right thing leaving that place. I knew I would miss the company of the people I hang out and I consider them friends now, but friends can stay in touch and they do understand what is good for me! That was exactly what happened.
Took a week off to Orlando, Disney. Vacation with family was mandatory before starting a new job. That was fun, material for another post.
And the day came to start the new job!
I am now on my second week in the new job and I have to admit is not as bad as I thought. There are some elements of wild-wild-west in the everyday flow but my tam seems to be ok. I have to really loosen up those guys because they are a bunch of geeks. My previous life as a geek might help. My goal now is to grow in role, and to make this job a place I like to go to work everyday.
Wish me luck because I really need it!

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

The hamster story

For a while, my daughter has been asking me for a pet, specifically, for a dog. I have been pushing the idea and trying to work out on another option. So at some point, we converged to the idea of having a hamster. Great! We bought the cage on kijiji. Bought a book about hamsters so she would know how to take care of it. At the end, we asked her what kind of hamster she wanted and she was really specific: a boy hamster, golden with short hair! So i took her to the pet store to find out that in that store they had only girl hamsters. We had to drive another 10km to go to the other store that had only boy hamsters. Ok, fine. We went there and directly to the hamster section. The girl there was friendly and presented us with a card box full of boy hamsters. There was a golden short hair one and my daughter picked him without any hesitation! Put him on a little bowl like cage and she was in heaven! He was moving a lot (off course!) so she decided to call him Mr. Movealot. We bought some food and some soft stuff that he can use to make his nest.
It was a really good week. My daughter was happy and excited to have a pet. She took all her friends at home to show them Mr. Movealot. Sometimes put him on a small ball and took him outside to play with the kids. We noticed that his eye had a small black scab. Since he was under warranty ( hamsters come with 2 weeks warranty!) we took him back to the store and asked if there was need to see the vet. The guy working there told us that all we had to do was to keep the eye moisturized. He was able to take the scab away with some small tools he had. So we took Mr. Movealot back home and made sure we will take care of his eye.
That night, we noticed a weird behaviour. He closed the tubes that connected the bog cage with the smaller cages. Weird! Why would he isolate himself ?
The next day, Mr. Movealot was being very quiet. Didn't come out, didn't play in his wheel and even in the evening, didn't come out of his small little nest. Worried, my husband decided to open the roof of his nest and see what was Mr. Movealot doing there. And to his surprise, he noticed that there was our hamster and .... 10 babies!!
10 baby hamsters!!

He closed the roof quickly. Since he has had hamsters before, he knew that if the mother feels in danger, she will kill the babies thinking that is protecting them. Good thing he knew that, I didn't. I wasn't home at that time, was out for a coffee. He called me and i almost fell from the chair when he told me that we have baby hamsters. I just took the car and drove back home quickly, going through red lights.
My daughter was in shock, completely terrified. She didn't know what to do with this news. She started crying and telling me that our hamster has babies. But mommy, how can a boy make babies? Is our hamster a boy outside and a girl inside? We had to calm her down and explain that apparently it is a mistake but let her think that the hamster is half boy and half girl. At that point we didn't call our hamster Mr. Movealot any more, rather started calling her (not him anymore) just Hamy.
I felt really bad. I started relating myself with that hamster. Imagine the poor thing. Left in a box full of boys for who knows how long. She has been rapped, constantly and had no way to escape. That's why she was so tame! And then she came to us, under the constant torturing of my daughter and her friends, all the shaking, all the banging on her cage..even one day before she gave birth we took her to the store and there was a lot of confusion and stress for her. The scab in her eye was probably a pregnancy issue that required some more attention and care. I felt so bad about that poor mother of 10.
So I called the store and told them what happened. I gave them two options, either they didn't know how to recognize male and female hamsters or this was a miracle and I had to call TV. Off course was not a miracle so we arranged to return the babies and they would take care of them. We read on the book that they needed their mother for the first couple of weeks because she breast fed them. After that they would start grow stronger and be more independent. it takes apparently only 40 days for a hamster to get pregnant again. So we had to keep the babies between 2 and 4 weeks. We decided for 3.
3 weeks to see how they grew from small gross little creature to cute little hamsters. We started naming them Number1, Number2 and so based on the order they started leaving the nest and tried to discover the cage. One of them was brave enough to start climbing a small tube that took Hamy to another cage. We called him the Spiderman. At the end of the third week, our Hammy was trying to stay as far as possible from them. Build a nest for herself in a cage that required some climbing and left the babies alone, fighting with each-other. Anytime they would be close to her, they would go to her breast and try to drink more, just like a kid that doesn't want to leave mom's breast...it's the best soother! She on the other had, was trying to push them away with her feet and arms and her face was almost screaming : Leave me alone!! At that point we understood that hamster motherhood is not the same as the human one. Even when our kids are 30 and living in our basements, we wouldn't kick them and stay away from them like that. It was time to take those babies back to the store.
My daughter was prepared but facing it, was hard. She really wanted to keep Number 1 or Spiderman but we had to be tough and explain that it was not the right thing to do. We could have ended up with babies again!!
And so, we are back again to have one hamster, Hamy, and is not a boy but we still think that there is some boy in her.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

101

Apparently this is my 101st post! Yay to me!

I read last week that there was a guy from BC (CA) that found out that was going to die from cancer and wrote some final words on his blog but asked his family to publish them only after he was dead. Those blogs reached a record visit and they were very heartfelt: http://www.penmachine.com/2011/05/the-last-post.
I wish Osama Bin Laden also had a blog about himself and left some notes to be posted after his death. Not that I was supporting him, but I like to know what people think close to end. I guess you want to fix everything that you think was left broken from your life, you want to say sorry to everyone you think you hurt at some point, you want to be good and fair to everyone around, and probably, become more religious with the fear that soon you might end up finding out the question we all want to know while alive.
I hear that if your bones are eliminated after death, you are saved from the judgment when this world ends and the new one begins. Based on this, Osama is saved because fishes will eat his body (and bones) now that he is at the deep end of the ocean.
We do not know his last thoughts, there will not be a judgment for him. Is that fair?
I do not think he was able to fix everything bad he did. And I am not talking about the war to USA, because in his opinion, that was not a bad thing, but a very good one. I am talking about other bad things, like he didn't treat very well one of his wives, or didn't return the call to a friend, or didn't say sorry to someone he hurt with/out meaning to, or didn't give a good tip to a waitress that was a single mother, or ...But was he a better person on his last days? Maybe not, because they say the attack took him by surprise. So he didn't have time to improve himself. And maybe because of that, he asked for a last wish, to be buried in the ocean, so he will not be judged.
I guess he was a smart man. Lived upon his believes, left the world divided on deciding if he was bad or good/right or wrong and then went to the fishes, the ones that can't talk. But I do not think he was a good man, someone fair and trustable. From the pictures, I have the feeling he also stunk and was dirty.
At the end, I'm good that he is not here, but I am afraid of the next one, the one that we still do not know how he looks, what he believes and up to what point he will fight for those.
Let's all make a wish that the world of our children will be better!

Friday, April 29, 2011

2 get married, 1000 go crazy

And they are married. Kate and Will. He asked and she said yes..as she would have said no after:
1. signing a confidentiality agreement with royal family
2. signing a prenuptial agreement
3.planning the wedding (booking location, inviting important people from around the world, having 3 wedding dresses as back-up till last minute, have an 8 tier cake, have air force flying over, and so many more of these)
4. give to England a day off
..and the TVs and radios all around the World say how much in love they are, what a real Cinderella story this is and how romantic their story is.

I guess marrying someone that comes with a prefix "Prince" is not just nice, it comes with a price, the Prince Price. Kate is getting into a relationship where she is presented as lesser level than her husband, and she actually signed that she agrees and accepts that. Is she really so much in love with him that she would do anything he asks for, or is she signing up her first step in personal career advancement? Did you see their kiss at the balcony? A rehersed kiss. She kissed him and then turned the head to the crowd. While he lingered his eyes for a little longer on her face. He looked at her. She looked at the crowd. When his parents kissed at the balcony, his mom was the one looking at his father. Is maybe this wedding the one that will revenge for Diana? Instead of the new girl feeling out of the place in the royal palace, will be the prince that will follow the new girl around. Maybe this is the modern love they are trying to bring in the traditional royalty.

Maybe they will be happy together till death do them apart but I do not think this is love. This is business. The new prince got a contract with a pretty girl that is behaving well around and is keeping her mouth shut about his family. The pretty girl got married with the Prince, she just has to play along nicely.




Love the little flower girl that is covering her ears from the noise!

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Note to important people

So Easter is coming. Everyone is happy..some because of the religious meaning behind it, some just because of the extra vacations we get. 2 Days baby!! That means a very long weekend.
So I was trying to figure out what do we usually celebrate on our holidays. Some are around the country, like the flag day or the independence day. Some others are political or around an important political person for a country like Martin Luther King's day, or President's day or the birthday of Queen. Most of our holidays are religious, around people that are important to a religion like christmas or Easter. I am talking here about the holidays that are celebrated by non muslim countries, because on those countries the two religion examples above are out of discussion. For Christmas we get almost 1 week off and now for Easter we get 4 days. I wish Jesus was married at some point so we would have had another reason to celebrate and take some days off. The way I see it, the more achievements these important people have reached, the more days we can consider for celebration.

And here my note to the important people:
If you see that you will be or already are an important person, don't just get born and die. Don't stop there, do more! Like, get married, have a lot of children that might be important like you and then we celebrate their birthdays, build something great, make an important speach..or two, travel to other countries so they will celebrte the day you visited them.. I mean do a lot of things and give us chances to celebrate something more.


Saturday, April 2, 2011

cry baby cry

Is one of those Saturday nights when I don't have plans to go out, feel tired, feel down and need a boost. Could have gone to bed at 9 but decided to throw myself in the hands of the TV channel choices. First I caught "Finding Forrester" in the last 30 minutes. Such a good movie. Darn, I missed the part when they talk about the BMW history. And that made me think, I am not a great person. I think I am more of like that bad/envious professor that is trying to win no matter what. I so want to be like the other professor, that at the end took the matter in his hands and very nicely closed the conflict. Why am I not like that, why am I not wise and calm, why am I not easy to accept loss... Not sure if that comes with age or is already stamped on me for forever. Is the life that takes us into roller coasters and we get into the player's role and start fighting for winning.... whatever it is, win it! And then I caught "PS. I Love You", almost from start. Impossible not to cry when you watch that movie on a late Saturday night when you have no other plans and feel down. This woman that can't let go of her dead husband, and then falls in love with his best friend... it is not as plain as this, there is more there but I find another tendency of mine. Cutting stories short, connecting begining with end in the shortest way and try to put some humor in it.... hoping my humor is understood as humor. I think i get things but being practical I cut the un-necessary parts to reach the inside kernel. It is like I am constantly delivering cases with a limit of words "Please present the financial status of your company and suggest what needs to change, in 200 words". So here I am, trying to pull myself up and all I end up doing is push it even lower, compare myslef with movie characters and for some reasons, live in other peoples fictional lives. Bad. Not helping..at all. I think I like Irish guys.. if that helps for anything...probably not. So, lesson to myself: find things to do on Saturday nights, or be prepared to cry for relief.

The song at the end of the movie says:


Give me reason but don't give me choice cuz' i might make the same mistake again

Friday, April 1, 2011

Stress is stronger than hormones

Well, I will maybe give too much personal data here but I feel I have to in order to make my point. Every month, just like every other woman, I have to go through some "so" proclaimed "natural pain" that was given to us because some woman decided to bite an apple! Rather than the pain that men might assume, mine is focused on my head. I have huge headaches before and after. It is all explained scientifically based on the change of the level of hormones and their chemical effect to nerves. The pain never fails to be wrong, it is my "alarm" clock.

Last month, I felt very stressed. Work related and personal. Too much to do, too much attention on how to say what to say. The sleep did get hurt too and that affects the mood. So in short, I am happy all that is now over. But what I noticed was, the alarm clock didn't go off! Because of the stress and the muscle spasm, I might have taken here and there an Advil (it is always in my purse, like kids keep lollipops). Without taking too much care of my internal clock, I kept moving and working and do all the routine required. I kept moving like a robot until all was done. And then, without any warning, the natural cycle started and this time, with headache.


Darn stress! Is not enough that messes up with my sleep, my way of responding to others, my neck freeze, my beauty, my attention to details...it also messes up with my hormones...and Wins!! How can I train my hormones to be stronger and do what they have to do without being affected from external dependencies? It sounds like a man askign for his spermatozoids to be trained to go fast and "bulls eye" but to my point, hormones should be on our side, not against us! If stress can overcome hormones, then why do hormones overcome the rest? It is like rock-paper-scizors but paper always loosing! There seems to be no point on resting because it will not bring you any strength, it will just strengthen your hormones. But then, when stress arrives, hormones bent over.

In short, stress is bad, hormones are hores (maybe that's why the name!) and rest is the little guy that needs help and protection. Fight for your rest!


Thursday, February 17, 2011

What it takes to quit

With so many lottery systems around, hearing how someone can win millions over night, nobody can deny that for at least once, the thought of winning a lottery has crossed the mind. It is so simple, you spend very little on a ticket and you win millions.
When I grew up, I remember watching a movie called "The million dollar cheque" with Cary Grant I believe. At that time, 1M was something enormous, really life changing and moved you to the "Millionaire Club" right away. Looking on how much the money has depreciated, 1M now is not as meaningful as then. If someone that has a decent job and life wins 1 M, they will not have enough reasons to quit working. It will for sure help sort out some financial bottle neck situations, but the salary is still necessary to come every month. But, what does it really take nowadays to go the next day at work and say "I QUIT" and never look back again?
So I started thinking and considering everything around me. The win must be big enough. It has to cover for the new bigger house (that off course will require a maid to take care), different cars and probably more than one per each of us, better (read: more expensive) school for the kid, a higher life standard (read: more expensive clothes and accessories) and more vacations/trips around the World. On the other side, we must help our immediate family and friends with at least 1M. Some of the money need to be invested in order to cover for the yearly income, let's say about 100K per year. A cottage and/or beach house would be requested as well and with that a boat. At the end, I came to the conclusion, that only if I win 22M, I would go to my manager and say "I quit right here, right now" and not regret the decision. Come to think of it, wining only 1M, is more of a curse than luck because it will make you think that you can have a higher life standard when in reality you might end up with new debts because of that, which will kick you out of the "Millionaire club". Not sure if there are still "Millionaire clubs" out there, and if they really are all divorced, single or just "on the side" looking for companions on special matchmaking website services, just for their rank. I hear that there are some areas on big cities, where even if you have the money to buy a house with a certain zip code, you are not accepted if you won the money from lottery. You must have earned that money or it must have been inherited to you. At the beginning, I was a bit confused with that, but I guess I understand. They want to keep high not just the quality of their area but even their life in general, from every aspect of it. Which means, that even if I win 22M, I am still unable to change my zip code to some fancy one. Only to a decent one. But I think I can live with that. I think I can live with everything I planned to do if I win 22M. I will not stay home all day twiddling my thumbs. I will volunteer, I will follow up on things that I want to do but never found time or came to high priority. I can imagine myself doing that life and I do not mind it.
There are religions that do not bless the money won by lottery tickets or gambling because they are not won by work. There are beliefs that money changes people for bad, and sometimes I have to admit it when I see on TV rich people being cou-cou. There are so many emotional situations that make you say "All I want is good health" and then money comes in second place, and I do understand that.
But knowing it all, accepting and understand it all, I would still like to win 22M. Maybe I will be the person that will tell others "I was happier before" but I want to see it and feel it, at least once.
This is the Chinese year of Rabbit. Out of pure habit, I went and checked the predictions for my sign for this year. There was an option that based on the birthday and birth hour, you could get more specific about your sign and elements around it. I checked that and I found that, from 1 till 31 years old, I would NOT have the Luck on my side. Well, that explains a lot!. And then, from 32 to 91 years old I will NOT have the Luck and Wealth on my side. BUT, after 92 years old, the Luck was on my side. The only thing that came in my mind was the song of Morrisette:



"Isn't it ironic
don't you think
It's like rain
on your wedding day
it's a free ride
when you already paid"





And the story ends: keep working and saving, but wouldn't hurt to dream once in a while that I can be a millionaire, is just that I have to live to 92 years old. By then, someone would have killed me for living too long and bothering people around.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

A young poet I like

When I grew up, some of the songs I used to listen from the local bands, where from a band that was considered "the Beatles of our country". Almost all their songs were writen by one poet, my age and very talented. At that time I didn't follow much the author's path but more the band's path. Maybe muzik is easier to follow than poetry. Maybe you listen muzik on the radio but rarely you might hear someone reading poetry. Or maybe becasue my Let teacher was never a good poetry reader, she was not one of those teachers that can stop the flies flying when they recite a poem, and I never felt able to connect with poetry in the same way I connect with story writing.
One evening, I found myself missing the songs of that band and, just as you might guess, I went on youtube and found them. Still lovely, still sweet. But this time, I stoped at the author. Darn!!! How could I have been so shallow all this time and not follow his work, what he have been writing, what is he thinking of the current life? Another thing that makes him a bit "mystiruous" is the fact that he did some academic studies in Istambul and came back a believer of Islam. In my search to find more about his latest work, I ended up finding a website where he has posted his work from 90's and later, but not very recent.
For everyone that knows my country, the famous writer that comes in mind is Ismail Kadare. There are a lot of other writers out there, published everywhere in the World, but none of them has his fame. Well, this new author, when he was 17-18, was considered and had so much promises to be the next Kadare. While Kadare has not taken a religious stand on his personal life, this guy did. And he picked the religion that in the old Europe and new America is seen as the religion with troublemaker believers.Wondering how this choice affected his fame as a promissing writer? I notice that lately he is not as discussed and pormoted as before. I believe he has open a library somewhere in the city and enjoyes living between books. If you search to find any picture of him, you will see a guy with a long bird that makes you think "How does he really look if he shaves?". When you read his early works, you set some expectations for the author. But I do not find anywhere a picture of him from that time. On the other side I can't find any of his recent works. So all I have to match, is his early writings and his current look (per say). And they do not match. I am strugling to give him more on the intellectual side or less as a romantic author. I am strugling to get more out of him .. not from the past but from now. I do not know the guy but I want to know him, have a coffee with him and maybe get a bit more of what is in his mind now, decrypt some un-writen poetry in his mind that maybe can inspire that old band to get together again and write a new song. I feel like my country is losing the next hope for Nobel price in Literature. I feel that someone needs to give that guy a push and make him write again.. about the things he used to write then, about the everyday life, love, our childhood, parts of the city.. anything, anything that can make my generation skip a heartbeat again. It is a long time I haven't skipped a heartbeat from reading something... or listening a new song.

By the way, his name is Ervin Hatibi and here is one of his poetries that I could find already translated in English. And here you can find more from his work, following the links on the left.




Untitled
Don’t waste my blood,
Someone
Was screaming at the moon while
Dying at somebody’s hands who
Went on killing him- in a blood bath; and the full
Moon was not veiled by
Clouds over the desolate path
O God, heavy is the solitude with a killer, and the moon up there,
Two, three, fifteen moons like buttons
Over his blood like living tiles

(years later) same moon
(a moon pervading women chambers)
-why that laugh says the wife to her man
(him leaned back on his bed)
-why this brooding laughing?
The man gave up, couldn’t hold it
-as a matter of fact (deep breath)
he almost sucks the moon into his throat cave
-you know how? I tell you now:
it was me who killed that guy
years ago, at night
I did him; don’t ask me how, or why. I killed him
And he was screaming: don’t waste my blood,
To the moon, as I hit him
You get it? to the moon he addressed don’t waste my blood
(wife listening is white)

the word is the wife
had a talk of it around,
and (the following is essential): news traveled,
her man was ambushed then done

grandfather told me this story
adding always (and making me blush):
-show women only what you got from waist down
never the other way up,
and so he defined the waistband of manhood,
the one to keep up breeches
and the gun
but still
grandpa somehow ignored
the part of the moon, her gravity in the story
and in all our stories of kills and women
(of eros and athanasios as they say)
‘cause there is a moon above us, above walking humans, a
torturing moon
like the truth test machine
like a lamp hanging on a morgue
under it laying dead is
you
under, and you pretending to be flesh
ghost-moon of a breast wrongly popped out of outfits
to a female child who is now a grown up
and sucks cigarettes but no human milk-
it is you
and the moon, that bothering fact that every mother
has her milk inside, such a blackmail this…
but yet you can’t just deny
grandfather’s theory:
if you tell your wife what you got from waist up
it is the same breasts:
and soon the incest has unbuttoned itself
she throws you away in disgust
runs quick to find someone
able to keep longer and hidden
darkly
his half-moons of the other side
under a checkered vest

2002 Trans : Idlir Azizi
"6", Marin Barleti, 1995

Friday, January 14, 2011

China vs. West

Someone I know, with Asian background, posted this article on Facebook. Just in case, I have also copy-pasted down here. I have also posted the thread of the comments on this post, a couple of them are mine.
From different sources, some other friends of mine, did get this article as well and looks like, everyone has read it and has something to say about it. It has been the most discussed theme of January so far. Why?
Looks like at the end, everyone feels strong about how children are raised, what should the communication between children and parents be, who should make decisions. Even single people feel strong about this, although they accept that for them is more in the theoretical side of the discussion. It's amazing how people from different backgrounds are looking for the same thing from their children; they want their children to be successful! Success means a good career! Or at least that's how it starts right after reading this article. And then after a couple of minutes in this discussion, they see the other side of the coin; the life. It sounds like the main complain of the children raised with old-style-Chinese mothers is the fact that they didn't enjoy their childhood and then later felt outcast in social areas of life. While the children raised in North America, are confident and follow what the heart tells them. But now, in our days, in the new China, Chinese mothers are shifting slowly to the Western model. They are giving more room to their children to grow up HAPPY. Funny enough, Western moms are shifting to the Chinese model and try to raise their children more career oriented.
Evolution is sorting out the extremes and is trying to bring them somewhere in the middle. There is something good in both of these methods and if we combine them, we will make it to raise children that are successful in career (whatever career they want to be) and also happy to be alive.


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Why Chinese Mothers Are Superior

Can a regimen of no playdates, no TV, no computer games and hours of music practice create happy kids? And what happens when they fight back?

By AMY CHUA

A lot of people wonder how Chinese parents raise such stereotypically successful kids. They wonder what these parents do to produce so many math whizzes and music prodigies, what it's like inside the family, and whether they could do it too. Well, I can tell them, because I've done it. Here are some things my daughters, Sophia and Louisa, were never allowed to do:

CAU cover Amy Chua with her daughters, Louisa and Sophia, at their home in New Haven, Conn.

• attend a sleepover

• have a playdate

• be in a school play

• complain about not being in a school play

• watch TV or play computer games

• choose their own extracurricular activities

• get any grade less than an A

• not be the No. 1 student in every subject except gym and drama

• play any instrument other than the piano or violin

• not play the piano or violin.

I'm using the term "Chinese mother" loosely. I know some Korean, Indian, Jamaican, Irish and Ghanaian parents who qualify too. Conversely, I know some mothers of Chinese heritage, almost always born in the West, who are not Chinese mothers, by choice or otherwise. I'm also using the term "Western parents" loosely. Western parents come in all varieties.

All the same, even when Western parents think they're being strict, they usually don't come close to being Chinese mothers. For example, my Western friends who consider themselves strict make their children practice their instruments 30 minutes every day. An hour at most. For a Chinese mother, the first hour is the easy part. It's hours two and three that get tough.

When it comes to parenting, the Chinese seem to produce children who display academic excellence, musical mastery and professional success - or so the stereotype goes. WSJ's Christina Tsuei speaks to two moms raised by Chinese immigrants who share what it was like growing up and how they hope to raise their children.

Despite our squeamishness about cultural stereotypes, there are tons of studies out there showing marked and quantifiable differences between Chinese and Westerners when it comes to parenting. In one study of 50 Western American mothers and 48 Chinese immigrant mothers, almost 70% of the Western mothers said either that "stressing academic success is not good for children" or that "parents need to foster the idea that learning is fun." By contrast, roughly 0% of the Chinese mothers felt the same way. Instead, the vast majority of the Chinese mothers said that they believe their children can be "the best" students, that "academic achievement reflects successful parenting," and that if children did not excel at school then there was "a problem" and parents "were not doing their job." Other studies indicate that compared to Western parents, Chinese parents spend approximately 10 times as long every day drilling academic activities with their children. By contrast, Western kids are more likely to participate in sports teams.

What Chinese parents understand is that nothing is fun until you're good at it. To get good at anything you have to work, and children on their own never want to work, which is why it is crucial to override their preferences. This often requires fortitude on the part of the parents because the child will resist; things are always hardest at the beginning, which is where Western parents tend to give up. But if done properly, the Chinese strategy produces a virtuous circle. Tenacious practice, practice, practice is crucial for excellence; rote repetition is underrated in America. Once a child starts to excel at something—whether it's math, piano, pitching or ballet—he or she gets praise, admiration and satisfaction. This builds confidence and makes the once not-fun activity fun. This in turn makes it easier for the parent to get the child to work even more.

Chinese parents can get away with things that Western parents can't. Once when I was young—maybe more than once—when I was extremely disrespectful to my mother, my father angrily called me "garbage" in our native Hokkien dialect. It worked really well. I felt terrible and deeply ashamed of what I had done. But it didn't damage my self-esteem or anything like that. I knew exactly how highly he thought of me. I didn't actually think I was worthless or feel like a piece of garbage.

As an adult, I once did the same thing to Sophia, calling her garbage in English when she acted extremely disrespectfully toward me. When I mentioned that I had done this at a dinner party, I was immediately ostracized. One guest named Marcy got so upset she broke down in tears and had to leave early. My friend Susan, the host, tried to rehabilitate me with the remaining guests.

The fact is that Chinese parents can do things that would seem unimaginable—even legally actionable—to Westerners. Chinese mothers can say to their daughters, "Hey fatty—lose some weight." By contrast, Western parents have to tiptoe around the issue, talking in terms of "health" and never ever mentioning the f-word, and their kids still end up in therapy for eating disorders and negative self-image. (I also once heard a Western father toast his adult daughter by calling her "beautiful and incredibly competent." She later told me that made her feel like garbage.)

Chinese parents can order their kids to get straight As. Western parents can only ask their kids to try their best. Chinese parents can say, "You're lazy. All your classmates are getting ahead of you." By contrast, Western parents have to struggle with their own conflicted feelings about achievement, and try to persuade themselves that they're not disappointed about how their kids turned out.

I've thought long and hard about how Chinese parents can get away with what they do. I think there are three big differences between the Chinese and Western parental mind-sets.

[chau inside]Newborn Amy Chua in her mother's arms, a year after her parents arrived in the U.S.

First, I've noticed that Western parents are extremely anxious about their children's self-esteem. They worry about how their children will feel if they fail at something, and they constantly try to reassure their children about how good they are notwithstanding a mediocre performance on a test or at a recital. In other words, Western parents are concerned about their children's psyches. Chinese parents aren't. They assume strength, not fragility, and as a result they behave very differently.

For example, if a child comes home with an A-minus on a test, a Western parent will most likely praise the child. The Chinese mother will gasp in horror and ask what went wrong. If the child comes home with a B on the test, some Western parents will still praise the child. Other Western parents will sit their child down and express disapproval, but they will be careful not to make their child feel inadequate or insecure, and they will not call their child "stupid," "worthless" or "a disgrace." Privately, the Western parents may worry that their child does not test well or have aptitude in the subject or that there is something wrong with the curriculum and possibly the whole school. If the child's grades do not improve, they may eventually schedule a meeting with the school principal to challenge the way the subject is being taught or to call into question the teacher's credentials.

If a Chinese child gets a B—which would never happen—there would first be a screaming, hair-tearing explosion. The devastated Chinese mother would then get dozens, maybe hundreds of practice tests and work through them with her child for as long as it takes to get the grade up to an A.

Chinese parents demand perfect grades because they believe that their child can get them. If their child doesn't get them, the Chinese parent assumes it's because the child didn't work hard enough. That's why the solution to substandard performance is always to excoriate, punish and shame the child. The Chinese parent believes that their child will be strong enough to take the shaming and to improve from it. (And when Chinese kids do excel, there is plenty of ego-inflating parental praise lavished in the privacy of the home.)

Second, Chinese parents believe that their kids owe them everything. The reason for this is a little unclear, but it's probably a combination of Confucian filial piety and the fact that the parents have sacrificed and done so much for their children. (And it's true that Chinese mothers get in the trenches, putting in long grueling hours personally tutoring, training, interrogating and spying on their kids.) Anyway, the understanding is that Chinese children must spend their lives repaying their parents by obeying them and making them proud.

By contrast, I don't think most Westerners have the same view of children being permanently indebted to their parents. My husband, Jed, actually has the opposite view. "Children don't choose their parents," he once said to me. "They don't even choose to be born. It's parents who foist life on their kids, so it's the parents' responsibility to provide for them. Kids don't owe their parents anything. Their duty will be to their own kids." This strikes me as a terrible deal for the Western parent.

Third, Chinese parents believe that they know what is best for their children and therefore override all of their children's own desires and preferences. That's why Chinese daughters can't have boyfriends in high school and why Chinese kids can't go to sleepaway camp. It's also why no Chinese kid would ever dare say to their mother, "I got a part in the school play! I'm Villager Number Six. I'll have to stay after school for rehearsal every day from 3:00 to 7:00, and I'll also need a ride on weekends." God help any Chinese kid who tried that one.

Don't get me wrong: It's not that Chinese parents don't care about their children. Just the opposite. They would give up anything for their children. It's just an entirely different parenting model.

Here's a story in favor of coercion, Chinese-style. Lulu was about 7, still playing two instruments, and working on a piano piece called "The Little White Donkey" by the French composer Jacques Ibert. The piece is really cute—you can just imagine a little donkey ambling along a country road with its master—but it's also incredibly difficult for young players because the two hands have to keep schizophrenically different rhythms.

Lulu couldn't do it. We worked on it nonstop for a week, drilling each of her hands separately, over and over. But whenever we tried putting the hands together, one always morphed into the other, and everything fell apart. Finally, the day before her lesson, Lulu announced in exasperation that she was giving up and stomped off.

"Get back to the piano now," I ordered.

"You can't make me."

"Oh yes, I can."

Back at the piano, Lulu made me pay. She punched, thrashed and kicked. She grabbed the music score and tore it to shreds. I taped the score back together and encased it in a plastic shield so that it could never be destroyed again. Then I hauled Lulu's dollhouse to the car and told her I'd donate it to the Salvation Army piece by piece if she didn't have "The Little White Donkey" perfect by the next day. When Lulu said, "I thought you were going to the Salvation Army, why are you still here?" I threatened her with no lunch, no dinner, no Christmas or Hanukkah presents, no birthday parties for two, three, four years. When she still kept playing it wrong, I told her she was purposely working herself into a frenzy because she was secretly afraid she couldn't do it. I told her to stop being lazy, cowardly, self-indulgent and pathetic.

Jed took me aside. He told me to stop insulting Lulu—which I wasn't even doing, I was just motivating her—and that he didn't think threatening Lulu was helpful. Also, he said, maybe Lulu really just couldn't do the technique—perhaps she didn't have the coordination yet—had I considered that possibility?

"You just don't believe in her," I accused.

"That's ridiculous," Jed said scornfully. "Of course I do."

"Sophia could play the piece when she was this age."

"But Lulu and Sophia are different people," Jed pointed out.

"Oh no, not this," I said, rolling my eyes. "Everyone is special in their special own way," I mimicked sarcastically. "Even losers are special in their own special way. Well don't worry, you don't have to lift a finger. I'm willing to put in as long as it takes, and I'm happy to be the one hated. And you can be the one they adore because you make them pancakes and take them to Yankees games."

I rolled up my sleeves and went back to Lulu. I used every weapon and tactic I could think of. We worked right through dinner into the night, and I wouldn't let Lulu get up, not for water, not even to go to the bathroom. The house became a war zone, and I lost my voice yelling, but still there seemed to be only negative progress, and even I began to have doubts.

Then, out of the blue, Lulu did it. Her hands suddenly came together—her right and left hands each doing their own imperturbable thing—just like that.

Lulu realized it the same time I did. I held my breath. She tried it tentatively again. Then she played it more confidently and faster, and still the rhythm held. A moment later, she was beaming.

"Mommy, look—it's easy!" After that, she wanted to play the piece over and over and wouldn't leave the piano. That night, she came to sleep in my bed, and we snuggled and hugged, cracking each other up. When she performed "The Little White Donkey" at a recital a few weeks later, parents came up to me and said, "What a perfect piece for Lulu—it's so spunky and so her."

Even Jed gave me credit for that one. Western parents worry a lot about their children's self-esteem. But as a parent, one of the worst things you can do for your child's self-esteem is to let them give up. On the flip side, there's nothing better for building confidence than learning you can do something you thought you couldn't.

There are all these new books out there portraying Asian mothers as scheming, callous, overdriven people indifferent to their kids' true interests. For their part, many Chinese secretly believe that they care more about their children and are willing to sacrifice much more for them than Westerners, who seem perfectly content to let their children turn out badly. I think it's a misunderstanding on both sides. All decent parents want to do what's best for their children. The Chinese just have a totally different idea of how to do that.

Western parents try to respect their children's individuality, encouraging them to pursue their true passions, supporting their choices, and providing positive reinforcement and a nurturing environment. By contrast, the Chinese believe that the best way to protect their children is by preparing them for the future, letting them see what they're capable of, and arming them with skills, work habits and inner confidence that no one can ever take away.

—Amy Chua is a professor at Yale Law School and author of "Day of Empire" and "World on Fire: How Exporting Free Market Democracy Breeds Ethnic Hatred and Global Instability." This essay is excerpted from "Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother" by Amy Chua, to be published Tuesday by the Penguin Press, a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc. Copyright © 2011 by Amy Chua.

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Some of the discussion on this post:

LL: I wasn't allowed to be outside after sunset

BN: The article did not discuss the beats... Belts, tree twigs, sandals and my personal favorite, fly swatter.

JS: you were allowed outside? :(

SA: it'd be interesting to know whether the kids with Asian parents (like in the article) who grew up in western society would be able to do the same things their parents did, to their own children.
i guess this is why more asians excel as oppo...sed to only a few? those who have potential are worked to the bone, to make sure they make use of it lawl.See More

Me: sorry to break your heart, but i like this and although i'm not asian, i do find myself functioning more as an asian mom than a western mom.

LL: @J Don't get too jealous, I was allowed outside to go to school and work
@S Me too; but I don't think they would b/c of the consequences they've suffer as a result (ex. low self-esteem, being socially inept)

KL: I'm not sure any of this is as uniformly good that the article presents it as. They assume that their children are psychologically fine and let me tell you from experience that a lot of "asian" children may be "successful" but many are mise...rable and in jobs and careers they hate. Its a stereotype but there are significant social impairments that result from such a unilateral upbringing that fosters obedience over independence. success is also very fluid term. They in this article term it merely as academics which is far from true. Rote learning can be useful but there is a reason why that despite doing better than the rest of the world on aptitude tests for a very long period by now, asian countries still fall far behind in innovation. Almost every new technology company that are revolutionizing and leading the field is indeed western. why is that? Why is that despite the massively higher academic average of asian countries, it is still the fact that the best universities are in America and Europe. The fact is that there is worth in fostering creativity and independent thought. discipline is great and all but to favour discipline to such an extreme degree over any self development in personal choice creates ppl who are self controlled but have no direction or vision of their own. It just creates easily controllable ppl that are lets be honest not very well adapted to change

Me: If you try to compare extremes, you can never find a perfect solution. None of them is right. Not sure if you are seeing both sides of the story. America has good Uni-s because they have money. Have you checked on the % of the western vs as...ian graduates on these top notch American uni-s? How come there are so many Asians that graduate with high scores in the American schools where innovation and leadership is promoted and required? I have asian friends and I do not see any low self esteem on them, actually, some are way more confident than north Americans. Maybe a combo of both techniques would bring better results. I’m all for parents to ask nothing but strait As on the report cards and respect on the way communication in the family is handled. But I would let them go out on play dates, choose the instrument they like to play, be active with sports and force the decision for the school profile up to high school. The way I see it (without wanting to offend any profession), western method produces few geniuses, few comp. programmers and a lot of plumbers. While the Chinese method produces few geniuses, lot of comp. programmers and few plumbers.

KL: I'm not sure that the main determining factor or at least the only determining factor in the strength of universities are in the amount of money that flows through them. Yes the private unis in America are very wealthy but if you look at th...e rankings many publicly funded western universities which are far from being much better funded than a top asian university rank higher. yes a lot of asians graduate from western universities but that is somewhat a concession of my point, they decided to come to/ attend a western university, many of them being not from western countries. why is that? It is because Western universities ultimately do force achievement in areas beyond obedience, rote learning, and conventionally accepted choices to some extent though not to the degree that they should in my opinion. Yes the fact that asians do well in western universities is because they do have good work habits and discipline because of their upbringing but they go to western universities because they are better which is due to the fact that they expect more than that. should other "cultures" support higher achievement and work ethics, probably, but to the extreme degree of unilateral obedience the article support is ridiculous. also the very fact that "non-asian" style raised students at western universities are able to do as well or better in some cases, but were raised differently, leads to the conclusion that it is possible to succeed without the militant, control heavy, essentially brainwashing the author suggests should be emulated.
I understand that there is a lot of beneficial aspects of high expectations, but it also needs to be coupled with a understanding that A's alone do not determine worth and that failure is not catastrophic occurrence but a natural healthy manifestation of taking risks. Failure should not be feared or berated just as much as excellence should be pursued. the article def presents a ridiculous level of parental control, though I'm hardly advocating parents be blase about their children's success. I feel that the best route is encouraging high achievement while also supporting personal growth, independence and choice. The statement that I feel most opposed to is the one in the article that underlies much of what I feel the argument the author pursues is, which is that children have no idea of what is "good" for them and thus need to be completely ignored. children in my opinion are not to be molded in fordian mass production factory but to be guided with the explicit understanding that ultimately their lives are theirs to live and that their choices are ultimately of utmost importance. In the end I do not believe anyone wants to be directing their children's future forever but the article seems to think that children are only suited to make decisions when their decisions will be exactly that of the parents. If that was ever possible are desirable society would be pretty much doomed. Culture, society, technology, and economy evolve, and if I may be optimistic, get better, for the very reason that children have consistently chosen on very core matters of value differently from what their parents would have fundamentally determined as "good". Ignoring what children want in their lives is implicitly saying that the parents are always right which I dont think anyone would want to support. If your children do not have a good work habit then, yes teach them, convince them, find something they are interested in pursuing in which to help them be successful at while maintaining competence in the basic core abilities, but to brainwash them and break them so they bend explicitly to your will and become exactly what you want them to be is besides the point of parenting in my mind. You also have to remember that computer programming was not always a viable career or seen as a "good" life choice or something desirable. Many parents thought in the past that their children who were wasting their time on computers were wasting their lives and lacked the "good" sense to become doctors and lawyers. If it was left to "Chinese" mother's the software and personal computer industry would not have ever developed since both industries came to be because ppl/children against their parents best wishes devoted time to a hobby and thus created the technology that was later adapted by business for better "economic" use. InfoTech as we know it today did not arise to solve business problems. it arised through "pointless" personal indulgence in a "non-worthy" activity which was later co-opted and made lucrative through business applications, often by the very same ppl who "wasted" their lives developing their ability at what everyone else thought was a bad and useless activity.

LL: Holy shit, K

KL: too much? I don't know, I guess I'm just passionate about the issue and the fact that the article really pissed me off

AK: i see your point and you are right, at some point parents do have to let children take control of their lives. Hope you are pissed only with the author and not with me :)

KL: lol, I'm not pissed off at you at all. It's just that the article had this somewhat presumptuous tone where of course everyone else who didn't embrace the "chinese" mother's parenting was obviously wrong.