Culinary fright

I just cooked Nutmeat Fritters for dinner.

Even though I have been vegetarian for 14 years, there are some vegetarian foods that still manage to horrify me.

They tasted ok, but really, Nutmeat Fritters??

UFOs in Shanghai

Check out a project my teenage English students did last weekend... UFOs In Shanghai!!

On becoming a Geek

It turns out that "Geek" is not just a word, but a virus. Something highly contagious but at the same time insidiously unassuming. It is the type of disease that lies dormant for years- all the years that you could actually do something about getting rid of it- until the moment when it has truly caught hold of you, and then it flares it's ugly head.

About a year ago, upon not being able to agree on a dvd to watch, I said one fateful line to Phil:

"Oh, ok, I suppose we can watch an episode of your Star Trek boxed set...."

[As an aside, even as I write now, I can't believe I am confessing this.]

What then followed over next year is something I can only describe as the slippery slope of addiction. Anyone who knows me would contest to the fact that I am just not Sci-Fi Fan material, and yet somehow I succumbed. Like any addiction, I kept thinking I could stop at any time, and yet at the same time I would be waiting anxiously for Phil to come home so we could put in the next disk. Aside from the fact that he would be highly unhappy at me watching episodes without him, and therefore forcing him to play catch-up before we could continue together, I was also working on the fact that- like with alcohol or cigarettes- if you only consume with someone else then it is still socially acceptable. One could say it was like being a social smoker.

It occurred to me about 3 months ago that I was addicted. It was about the same time that someone cut me off while I was riding my scooter to work, and I swore at him... in Klingon. It was the only word I know in Klingon, but it was Klingon none-the-less.

I managed to confess the addiction to a few friends, but only after swearing them to silence. My reputation was at stake afterall. Like many addicts, I even moved on a few times to become a dealer- lending out dvds to others. I can only imagine that I will feel the guilt of their ensuing addiction for as long as I live.

However the moment in which I truly realised the insidious nature of this "disease" came only a few days ago. I had accepted that I was an addict- a 'fan' if you will- however I still did not consider myself a geek. Yet on that fateful night Phil and I were watching an episode of 'Deep Space Nine', when two of the show's characters were sitting in a small space ship (a runabout) when they noticed something strange happening:

Character 1: "A ship is decloaking directly above us"

[The camera pans out to show a huge spaceship emerging from it's invisibility cloak above the small ship]

At that moment I gasped in horror and uttered "It's a Romulan Warbird!"

[The camera pans back in to show the original characters in their small ship]

Character 1: "It's a Romulan Warbird!"

Yes, I managed not only to follow the story line, but recognise a random spaceship and then announce it word-for-word before the character on the show did.

It's official- I'm a geek.

I hope they find a cure for this disease soon, but I think sadly it will be for the generations to come. I myself am a lost cause.

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PS. The blogger auto spell check dictionary does not recognise British English spelling, and yet it recognises the word "Klingon"! The disease is spreading...

A Romulan Warbird

bad publicity

Phil brought home a bunch of 'I-swear-I-didn't-know-it-was-pirated-when-i-bought-it-officer!' DVDs the other day. Most of the DVDs we buy here for $1 don't have the correct covers or blurbs on them so you get to see some pretty funny stuff. This one for Get Rich or Die Tryin' had me laughing (don't blame me for the movie choice- Phil has been in China for so long that he is at the point where he'll buy anything) The front cover looked authentic but on the back was written:

"A tale of an inner city drug dealer who turns away from crime to pursue his passion, rap music. This movie is horrendous. The terrific directing cannot separate the fact that this movie is perhaps one of the worst 'I sell records, why not make an album?' movies ever. He cannot act, sounds like he is reading his lines from a textbook, and his feelings range from dumb to ohmygod! The visual style of this movie acts, and the whole film seems like a horrible stereotype developed by racists (of all colors) who see inner city blacks as nothing but criminals. It is a shame that nice movies set to an African American theme flop, but movies that showcase the worst in society that affect kids do so well."

Upon googling the above review I found it was copied and pasted straight from a comment on the IMDB site for this film.

Reviews like this, so obviously taken from the internet by someone who cannot read what they are stealing, are very common on the DVDs sold here. In fact I'd say I see one of these on about one in every ten DVDs- and in fact the actual rate is probably higher its just that only half of them are written in English, the others being in French, Italian, Spanish and a lot of Russian. It sure makes buying unknown DVDs interesting!

catch up

I know, I know: long time, no see... or no post as the case may be. But I promise I have a really good reason, or at least some semi-decent reasons which, when combined together, are very convincing.

It all started when......

[Cue chimes and a mystical flash-back fade out into the next scene...]

First, my hard drive up and died one day. I walked into my studio/office and sat down at my computer one bright, clear morning. Ok, so this is me in Shanghai and if I'm honest that last sentence should have read: I liberally sloshed coffee on the old t-shirt of Phil's I was wearing as I staggered bleary eyed into the room that contains the flotsam and jetsam of my life, at about 1pm on a polluted Shanghai day. I sat down at my laptop and thought: "Hmmm, that's weird, it's turned off. I never turn it off. Although, I really should start doing that. Oh well..." and pressed the power button.

Nothing.

So, dipping into my deep well of IT wisdom, I did the only thing I could think of: I repeatedly jabbed at the power button screaming "Nooooooooo!" at the top of my lungs.

Still nothing.

The hard drive is only a few months old, and so Phil said he'd try to fix it. After two weeks of me leaving my coffee cups on his desk he got sick of me using his computer and tried to fix mine. No luck. About two weeks after that he took it to work and asked the IT guy to look at it. About two hours after that it was fine. It turns out that the thingy-ma-bob in the C whatsit was having troubles with the whatsy-ma-call-it and the something-a-rather thingy-ma-jigged it all up.

Yeah, I wasn't listening.

The documents have all been saved but all the programs have been wiped. Once they are re-um-put-in... re-installed! That's it!- once they are re-installed it will be ready to lock and load. Given past history this could take either two hours or two minutes depending on who does it.

Ok, so that is one reason. The next reason is that I started a new job. My sensible shoes give it away. No, I'm not a lesbian, or a librarian for that matter... I'm a nursery school teacher.

I started looking for monday to friday work a few months ago as I am totally sick of working weekends (as is the nature of part time teaching). I got offered a position at an English school but the schedule was evenings and all weekend, though the money was great. I decided that money wasn't everything, and at this point I wanted some weekend time. I looked at few kindergartens that were offering Mon- Fri work, with 8am-4pm days. The money wasn't great, but it wasn't too bad either. However the thing that kept putting me off was that they were all very dingy, with tiny play areas and when I walked in to each one I felt trapped. I kept turning down jobs, thinking that the right one will eventually come along, and lo and behold I got lucky. Really lucky.

I have just started working mornings only at a great international school with enormous grounds and facilities. And the best part is that they pay the same as the very first job I was offered, but working half the hours, no evenings, and no weekends. Working the mornings means that I will have time to paint in the afternoons- once I recover from teaching 17 two year olds all morning!

I started last Friday, doing substitute teaching for a teacher who had to leave two weeks before the end of term, and will officially start again in August. Nursery Yellow here I come! During the summer I will be teaching a summer course for the English school I part-time for now, which will pay the bills.

In the meantime I am still working weekends for the rest of this month, and some afternoons, plus the mornings at the kindergarten. Yes, that is every day of the week. Just in case you were wondering: this fact alone explains why the writing in this post sounds like I am either on crack or haven't slept in a very long time.

Scrumptious!

Photos of my new Nephew, Cooper Jye:

The People of the People's Republic

In order to get to our local supermarket we have to walk out of our apartment building and 100m down our street. It is a street so small by Shanghai standards that it doesn't even have a name- technically it's a numbered lane coming off the next biggest street. It is a street so small that we tell all our friends that we live in a "quiet area". A street so small it would measure a maximum of only 150m from end to end.

And yet I just walked that trip to the supermarket to buy some things for dinner, and between our apartment building and the front door of the supermarket, at 6pm on this normal Wednesday evening, I saw a grand total of 98 people.

That figure does not include the people in the few cars that passed me, nor does it include the people I could glimpse through the trees of the park opposite us.

Those 98 people were just going home from work or school, getting their groceries or walking their dogs. And yes, it is a quiet afternoon, among the 20 million other inhabitants of Shanghai.

A friend of mine went to Australia after living in Shanghai for two years and had a panic attack in the middle of the street- she couldn't see anyone and thought something terrible had happened.

I honestly think that this will be one of the hardest things I will have to re-adjust to when we eventually leave China.

Roll on

Two words:

Roller. Disco.

Oh my god I haven't had this much fun in years.

On Saturday night Phil, our friend Daniela and I went to the Shanghai Roller Revival (IV)- we donned our best 1980s styles-, layered on the baby blue eye shaddow, and rolled the night away in a seedy old Shanghai roller rink. And where else but Shanghai can you pay AU$16 and get an open bar, old school skate hire, DJs playing all the best 80s oldies, AND free arcade games??

We were rolling the light fantastic.

And, my god, I have never seen Phil move that! The man won't dance in any bar, but get him on skates and he was dancing round the curves before the dj had even warmed up- and didn't stop for 4 hours.

However the crowning moment of the night was starting a train with Daniela in front and then Phil and I, rolling around the rink a bit and in no time looked back to see that 40 people had joined OUR TRAIN!

We were, like, the GODDAMN COOL KIDS!

And seriously, haven't we all been waiting for 20 years to wear a side ponytail in public?

100 Things About ME!

It was about time I did one of these....

1. Cheese is my drug of choice.
2. I am a vegetarian.
3. I was raised Catholic, but I now consider myself Buddhist. However to this day if I walk into a Catholic Church I will bless my self on auto-pilot with holy water.
   
4. I often therefore feel like a hypocrite in Catholic Churches.
5. I lived in the same house in The Blue Mountains of Australia until I was 21 years old.
6. Since then I have lived in Sydney, Nepal and China.
7. I adore travelling, but I never left Australia until I was 20 years old.
   
8. If I won the lottery I would buy a house and then not live there- I'd be too busy travelling
9. I am in love with a French-Canadian photographer, who happens to be my best friend. And my boyfriend. How lucky is that?
10. I spent a summer putting together high security locks by hand for my locksmith father.
11. Having a locksmith for a father is unbelievably convenient.
12. But he never taught me to pick a lock properly- locksmith code of ethics, or something.
13. I was Young Australian of the Year for the City of the Blue Mountains in 2001. And I vomited at the award ceremony. It may have had something to do with the amount of sangria consumed at a graduation celebration the night before.
14. The week before I had my appendix removed in the 7th grade I dreamed about myself lying unconscious on an operating table.
15. I am somewhat OCD.
16. The Boyfriend would have a lot of trouble with the word "somewhat" in that last sentence.
17. I love snakes but I hate spiders.
18. My favourite colour is green
19. I HATE that any microsoft program re-sets itself automatically to spell-check with US English every time it is re-started. I consider it to be insidious cultural imperialism.
20. After living with a Canadian for two years I have started to say 'elevator' instead of 'lift'. And it kills me.
21. My favourite movie is 'All About My Mother'. 'Office Space' comes a close second.
    
22. I don't have a favourite book- there are too many great ones out there.
    
23. I have taken a few books with me to every country I have lived in. These include: Dante Gabriel Rosetti's collection of poetry, and "Violence and Compassion" by the Dalai Lama and Jean-Claude Carriere, "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho.
24. I am hopeless at writing emails.
25. The longer an unreplied-to email sits in my inbox, the more stressed about it I get- but the less likely I am to reply to it. It is overwhelming.
26. My first tooth fell out when I was doing a handstand and my aunty smacked me (jokingly) on the bum. It took the whole family 10 minutes to find the tooth in the shag of the carpet.
    
27. As an adult I was horrified to learn that my parents flushed our baby teeth down the sink after the Tooth Fairy had come- I always imagined my parents had them them nestled in cotton wool in some secret place, fondling them occasionally in the still of the night whilst they reminisced about our childhood. Seeing that in writing now, I realise that it looks sick.
28. When I was 8, my sister and I asked for the Easter Bunny's autograph to prove his existence. It never occurred to us that "E. Bunny" was written in our father's hand-writing.
29. I am allergic to chocolate.
30. Actually I am allergic to many things- beef, cheese, tomato, wheat, buckwheat, rye, salmon, broccoli, avocado, aspartame, sodium nitrite, oranges, mandarins, cream, whole milk, and the list goes on.
    
31. Some of the things I am allergic to (like wheat, cheese and tomatoes) I eat anyway. As a result I am sick a lot.
32. But I never eat chocolate.
    
33. I had Chronic Fatigue Syndrome for 4 years- the entire duration of my bachelor's degree. I am still not entirely over it. It's an awful condition.
    
34. I make the best Vegetarian Lasagna in the world. And I'm not even boasting about that. It's just a fact.
35. I met The Boyfriend in Kathmandu, Nepal. In a pizza parlour. I really love Pizza.
    
36. Five years later we are living together in Shanghai. And I still love pizza.
    
37. I fell off a football goal post when I was 14 and broke one of my vertebrae. I didn't go to the doctor about it until 18 months later.
38. My beer of choice is Cooper's.
    
39. The Boyfriend's beer of choice is Stella Artois.
40. We have agreed to disagree over this.
41. The day my Godson was baptised I had not done my laundry for two weeks- and as a result was forced to stand in front of the priest and the rest of the congregation in a beautiful dress but no underwear.
    
42. I am a complete clutz. I trip over everything.
43. I once slipped on a banana skin while walking down the street.
44. I can never remember the dates for daylight's savings changes- and inveriably turn up early or late for something at least every year (the worst being the year I was late for my niece's baptism).
45. I am an artist.
46. It took me 26 years to say those last four words. I still stumble over them at times.
    
47. I love camping, and miss it terrible here in Shanghai.
48. I used to work at one time in Sydney as a nanny and a maid. Now that I live in Shanghai I have a maid of my own. It makes me very uncomfortable.
49. When I was 21 my boyfriend was 15 years older than me. I don't recommend it.
50. I have always had a green thumb, but since I moved to Shanghai every plant I look at dies.
51. I have to cut the entire pizza into separated pieces before I can eat a slice.
52. I always buy Nokia phones- not because I think they are better but because they are the only phones I know how to use.
53. I have really white skin. I once got so sunburned I couldn't wear pants for a week.
54. I cry more when animals get hurt on tv than when people do.
55. I had my first pedicure at the age of 26
56. For some reasons watches tend to go slow when I wear them but work fine when I take them off. My mum has the same problem.
57. When I was a child we had a giant labrador called Harry. He was my hero and I used to ride him like a horse
58. I remember the day Harry died when I was 8. Years later my grandmother died, but I don't remember that day at all.
59. I have a degree in Archaeology and Linguistics. That's kinda useless.
60. I hate mosquitoes, and once I hear one in the bedroom I will be awake all night until I hunt it down and kill it.
61. I never kill any living creatures except mosquitoes- I guess it comes from living in countries where they carry deadly illnesses.
62. As a vegetarian I will still cook meat for The Boyfriend or guests, but raw chicken terrifies me. Salmonella, you know.
63. When I was in Kindergarten my older brother in the sixth grade made me perform Billy Jean on the school bus. Every afternoon for about a week. I still know the words.
    
64. I once hit a cow while riding on a bicycle in Nepal. It was particularly bad because cows are holy in Hindu countries. Thankfully it wasn't hurt. I can't say the same for the bike though.
65. I love karaoke.
66. My brother Richard conducted a Pavlovian experiement on me when I was a child. He'd tickle my feet and if I laughed he would punch me. To this day I am not ticklish on my feet.
67. With the exception of my feet, I am extremely ticklish- I have been known to black out/stop breathing/pee/vomit if I am tickled too hard.
68. During the middle of winter in Nepal (where my house had no hot water) I didn't shower for two weeks.
69. I fell asleep while watching Soderbergh's 'Schizopolis'. The Boyfriend has never forgiven me for it.
70. I'm terrible at remembering anniversaries or people's birthdays. It's not that I don't know when they are, it's just that I never know the date on any given day.
71. The first song I ever bought with my own money was Martika's 'Love Thy Will Be Done' in primary school- on 'cassingle'
72. I have always wanted a remote-controlled car, but never had one.
73. I am pathologically afraid of owls.
74. I hyperventilate in road tunnels, but love caves. Even caves with tunnels. Go figure.
75. Until this year I had never had any clothes dry-cleaned.
76. I have 24 teeth. Adults should have 32. I had 8 adult teeth removed just to fit the teeth I have into my mouth. Plus two years of braces. I didn't smile with my mouth open for two years.
77. Sometimes I feel compelled to bite The Boyfriend on the arm when he least expects it. I can't explain that.
78. I get very angry at bad drivers. Of course I consider myself to be a great driver. Don't we all?
79. I have a great sense of direction. No, really.
    
80. I am the Queen of Shortcuts. They are not always shorter, but I will rarely admit that.
81. I love frogs.
82. I have two rabbits called Marcel and Francis. They are named after Marcel Duchamp and Francis Bacon, and both are house trained.
83. When we were kids my mum made us recite our multiplication tables if she cought us singing the jingles to television advertisements. She figured if we could learn the ads we could learn the tables. It never worked.
    
84. I am a really atrocious morning person. I hate everybody before 10.30am, and I even consider that too early on most days.
    
85. If I don't set an alarm I will not wake up before midday. No matter how much sleep I've had.
86. I used to have nightmares about having to pee in front of people. That was cured after a year of public peeing in fields beside highways in Nepal with bus-loads of men watching me.
87. I hated coffee until I went to East Timor in 2000, where I was force-fed it religiously. Now I can't live without it.
    
88. I have a ridiculous capacity for storing useless pieces of information. But I can't remember my multiplication tables or how to do any kind of division.
89. I consider myself to be a good photographer. But living with a professional photographer tends to make me doubt my own judgment on that.
90. I once had 23 pets at the one time in highschool- mice, fish, rabbits, guinea pigs, chickens, a turtle and a duck.
91. The duck was lame so it's name was Forrest (Gump). It used to swim in circles.
92. I had pet mice for years as a kid. They were all named after members of the Adams Family and they all died of cancer, except Wednesday, who died in a mining accident (She was digging under her water bowl and the tunnel collapsed).
93. Regardless of the fact that I had so many pet mice, if I see a mouse in my house/apartment I will scream like a girl and climb on top of furniture.
94. My car (in Australia) is 46 years old. Her name is Daphne and she is a Morris Minor 1000.
95. I grew up as a biological kid in a foster house. My parents fostered about 15 kids over the years. My younger sister and I (both biological children) thought we were the unlucky ones because we only had one set of parents.
    
96. I love cooking but I hate cleaning up afterwards.
97. I was interviewed live on national news when my dad was arrested in East Timor. Boy, is that a long story.
98. I am hopeless with money, and cannot save.
99. I freak out when people stand over my shoulder. School was tough- what is it with teachers doing that?
    
100. Writing 100 things about myself is really hard, and I secretly doubt anyone will actually read this far. Did you learn anything?

What pie??

We got this receipt from a restaurant about 18 months ago but I promptly lost it. It just turned up squashed down the back of the entertainment unit, so I am sharing it with all of you now before I lose it again:



Yes, that does say "Ass Pies + Ice cream"

You just can't make this stuff up.

Stupidity on Balconies

This is the view from my desk at home:


Next to the red arrow I have drawn is a man wearing an orange t-shirt. Balancing on the rail of a balcony. On the seventh floor.



I have lost count of the number of times I have seen this sort of thing here- I don't know why more people haven't plunged to their deaths.

Letters

To the Good People at the Bank of China,

It was very considerate of you to abolish the queue system in favour of a ticket system in your banks. However, abolishing the queue does not automatically abolish the waiting time. Do you have any idea how demoralising it is to take a ticket, scan the counters, and realise that your ticket number is #298, a whole fifty people behind the ticket #248 that is currently being served?

This, in fact, is almost as bad as watching the only three counters open for business serving numbers 246, 247 and 248 for a grand total of 25 consecutive minutes- what could possible take that long? Are they all applying for home loans at the counter windows? Interviewing for jobs as the general manager? WHAT???

I know exactly how long it took you to serve these three people, because you graciously provide us with a giant red digital clock, to mark the minutes and hours of our lives we waste in your hallowed halls. Thank you for putting a number to the mind-numbing blackout of boredom.

On another note, thank you for providing us with seats. Not many seats, but if we wait like hawks, each time someone is served the remaining bulk of customers still waiting can rush to the one space that has opened up- like a maniacal game of adult musical chairs. However, in all of China, could you not find something a little softer than those metal bus shelter benches? Have you ever tried sitting on one of those for an hour and 15 minutes, as I did yesterday? I know they must be cheaper than anything with actual upholstery, but I suggest you wait an hour in your own queue before you get back to me on this issue.

Yours in Brain (and Butt)- Numbing Boredom,

Louise.

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To the Driver of the White Van, parked outside the Hualian Supermarket last Wednesday,

I have a crazy suggestion: perhaps it would be a good idea to actually look behind you before you slam your van into reverse.

And, correct me if I am wrong, but if you are also deaf (as well as apparently blind), you should probably not be driving. I assume you are deaf as you did not hear me madly beeping the horn of my scooter you reversed towards me. However, even if you are deaf and blind, you should still have felt the vibrations from me slamming my fist on your back window in a vain attempt to get you to stop.

I understand that with all the crazy beeping in this city, it is hard to know what is being directed at you, and what is not relevant. However, here's a tip: when someone is bashing frantically at your back windshield, you might want to assume they are trying to communicate with you, and perhaps even hit the breaks.

As it was, thank you for generously stopping after you had knocked me and my scooter sprawling across the road. However, out of politeness' sake, when you do finally notice that you have hit another human being with your death-trap of a van, it is common courtesy to check that they themselves are ok, and not fatally injured, before you check your van for scratches.

Yours Limpingly,

Louise
(aka the foreigner you ran over on Tuesday)

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To my Immune System,

Ok, I give up. I don't know what it is you want, but I will do anything. I realise now that you have gone on strike. The first two colds I contracted in the last month I chalked up to coincidence. But three colds in a month can be nothing less than a message. It's enough. I'm ready to crack. I hereby give in to your demands, whatever they may be.

I know I ask a lot of you- forcing you to work in not just one petri dish of bacteria otherwise known as a "school", but in five of them, but please bear with me. The more schools I work in, the more vitamin C I can supply you with. If you just get back to work, I may even be able to splurge on some echinacea... now doesn't that sound nice?

If you will come off strike I promise will send away the SCAB Strikebreakers, otherwise known as massive doses of cold and flu medications, currently doing your work.

However if we cannot come to an agreement soon, I am afraid I will have to bring in the big guns- and I know how much you hate those antibiotics.

Yours Snivelingly,

Louise

"Running the Numbers"

This photographic series, titled 'Running the Numbers' by Chris Jordan is truly amazing. I'm not going to preface this with any more blathering on, just get over there... now... go-on, I'll wait right here for you.....


PS- Thanks to Phil for showing me the link.

Chinglish doesn't even come close to this

My $1 summer house slippers are delightfully Chinese- a true specimen of modern China.

They are rubber soled, yet the inner sole is lined with stitched bamboo sticks. The wide strap passing over the top of my foot is made of woven bamboo straw, but is edged with nylon fabric.

Like many Chinese products, they are emblazoned with English writing, which is very popular here. The rubber logo on the top of the shoes says:

-the quality chhn grm grh ment-

2008
SPORT
COOT


-the quality chhn grm grh ment-

Usually I can guess at what they meant to say, but this time I have absolutely no clue.

Child Trafficking

I find the story of Madeleine McCann extremely sad, a British girl abducted from her parents' hotel room during a holiday in Portugal. I cannot even begin to think about how I would cope with this if it was my daughter, and it is all made worse to think that this may have been part of an organised trafficking ring.

Watching people band together over the past week to raise money for a reward has been amazing. Celebrities and business people have combined to raise a phenomenal amount of money.

Yet, after working with other such victims (or their families) in Nepal, I cannot help but think it is sad that the millions of victims of child trafficking around the world get such little publicity in comparison. Everyday, mothers and fathers are heartbroken over the loss of their children in the same situations. Most of them never see their again, and none of them receive such publicity, money, support, hopes or prayers.

According to the ILO (International Labour Organisation), 1.2 MILLION children are trafficked world-wide every year, into exploitative work in the fields of agriculture, mining, factories, armed conflict, or commercial sex work. I have seen first-hand in Nepal the conditions child labourers work under and it is heartbreaking- children as young as 5 carrying 12 bricks on their heads for 12 hours a day, earning only 30 cents a month; or 6 year olds going blind after a shard of rock penetetrates their eyes while they sit in the hot sun all day breaking rocks into gravel. And I don't even want to talk about the stories I heard from the few victims of child prostitution rings who managed to find their ways back to their families (albeit usually shunned for life and infected with the HIV/AIDS virus).

I would hope that if anything can come out of this, the people that have contributed such vast amounts of money to Madeleine's reward would also consider donating some money to organisations committed to stamp out child trafficking around the world. And perhaps you and I can contribute what we can as well.

Child trafficking is a heinous crime- whether it be one white British girl in Portugal, or 1.2 Million faceless children world-wide.


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MORE READING:
"Child Trafficking- A threat to Global Peace", by Ehsan Ullah Khan for Global March conference on Child Trafficking in Esposende, Portugal 23-24th September 2005 (PDF)
"UNICEF Child Protection Information Sheet- Trafficking" (PDF)
Interactive Child Trafficking Map- UNICEF- Read about the stories of victims of child trafficking from all over the world.
World Education Brighter Futures Program In Nepal, one of every three children is a child laborer, with an estimated 2.6 million children between the ages of five and fourteen working on farms, in factories, in businesses, or in other people's homes. World Education is implementing a four-year project to combat child labor through education.
Global March Against Child Labour
Child Labour in the Sporting Goods Industry by the Global March Against Child Labour (based on the investigation led by Philippe Roy, International Media Coordinator, Global March International Secretariat, 2002) PDF

WHAT WE CAN DO:
End Child Trafficking- UNICEF Campaign
Donate to UNIFEC

PHOTOS:
All photos on this post are my own, taken in Nepal, 2002-2003.

Taken shortly before this boy's 7 year old sister was abducted from Karkabhitta, Nepal and sold into domestic labour in Darjeeling India (their parents knew of her where-abouts but had no means to buy her back)

A garbage collector in Bhaktapur, Nepal
(she collects rubbish to sell what useful materials she can find
Estimated age: 12 years old)

Child agricultural workers in Jhapa, Nepal.
Many child labourers in Nepal work long, hot days in the tea fields, planting, maintaining and picking the tea. It is something we can think about over our next cup of tea.

Young women cleaning a public temple in Kathmandu Nepal.
(Estimated ages: 15 years old)

A young girl carries grass home to feed the family's livestock in Phikhel, Nepal
(I've tried this myself and it is deceptively heavy)

Young women labourers working on building construction in Jhapa, Nepal. Women are used as manual labourers, little more than mules, while the men do the skilled construction work.

Soap on a Hope

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SHANGHAI CHINA

This is a "rather" polite recommendation for something I am going to use to rub dirt from my skin. But none-the-less, politeness is well received in this household. Thank you to the good people of the BEE & FLOWER company.

Report time

It is report time at one of the schools I work for. Instead of the reports being written all at once at the end of the term, they have to be written every time students finish a level of the curriculum (about 16 weeks). I never feel more like a teacher than when I am writing reports, and it brings out all sorts of existential angst, questions about my future and my "career".

The school being more of a business than an educational facility, we have to be very diplomatic when writing reports for poor students. I find it very amusing to encode what I would really like to say into comments more appropriate for the reports.

for example, I had to write this:

"Jerry has continued to improve during this level, however he often appears unwilling to participate in class, and has to be reminded to work on assigned tasks. His language skills are appropriate to this level, however his skills would be increased with more participation in class activities. I believe his speaking and listening levels are much higher than they appear, but it is hard to assess when he is unwilling to contribute more than the bare minimum to the class and his assigned tasks. "

... when I really want to say:

"Jerry is a typical teenage boy-, he does little more than grunt, and has perfected the art of sleeping with his eyes open."

I wonder what would happen if I just submitted the reports as I want to write them?

Assimilation

I don't think I have ever mentioned it on this blog, but the Chinese have a habit of walking the streets in their pyjamas*, at any time of day or night. It is not unusual to see a grown woman doing the grocery shopping in pink pyjamas emblazoned with teddy bears, or to witness a middle-aged man bedecked in satin paisley while discussing business on a cell phone.

So far I have resisted the trend, although I have ducked out to the convenience store in track pants that I would normally keep under house arrest in any other country.

However, last night, suffering from my second cold in three weeks, I joined Phil on the back of our scooter in my pyjamas (just black cotton pants and an oversized t-shirt, but clearly not day wear) and my slippers, for a quick trip to the supermarket.

I must say that I felt very Chinese- like it was something that was bound to happen eventually, and I couldn't think why I had resisted for so long.

I must have looked pretty Chinese too, because we had only got one street away before the driver of the car stopped at the lights next to us asked us for directions.

To be stopped for directions by a Chinese person in Shanghai is relatively unheard of. Astonished, Phil and I calmly told him where he needed to go, and then only managed to drive about 500m away before shouting with joy that we have finally been accepted into this society!

Or at least my pyjamas and slippers have.

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*ok before we have an indepth "discussion" about the spelling of "Pyjamas" I've looked it up:

py·ja·ma (pə-jä'mə, -jām'ə)
n. Chiefly British
Variant of Pajama.

Welcome to the world Cooper Jye!

Welcome to the world Cooper Jye Hubbard!

Cooper Jye, born 4th May, 2007.

Congrats to my Little Big Brother Richard, and his ever-gorgeous wife Kellie for cooking up this bundle of scrumptiousness- it's probably a good thing I am so far away, because I just wouldn't be able to resist taking a bite!

Well done guys, you've made me a very proud aunty (again), and you are going to be GREAT parents!

Spooky

I am continually spooked by the "brain" in my iTunes- the way it seems to know just what to play on shuffle to suit my mood.

However it just freaked the hell out of me.

In China, we get anywhere from the government mandated 3 days to a whole week off for the May 1 holiday (Labour Day) holiday.

Still on my holiday, I just opened iTunes, and sure enough the first song to be randomly selected was "Labor Day (It's A Holiday)" by The Black Eyed Peas.

Spooky.

UPDATED: Oh my god, after I just wrote that it played "Spooky" by Dusty Springfield. I am slowly backing away from the computer.....