When I picked up iza from school yesterday, I saw her playing with this yellow balloon.
"Who gives you this?" I asked.
"Mr. Marcus (her English teacher). I exchange this with 5 smiley faces!" Iza said proudly.
"If I have 2000 smiley faces, then I can have..."
We were still not yet stepping outside her school...
"How do you know?" I wondered how she came up with the answer.
My little dear,
she got the answer within half a minute.
My little one,
she knows multiplications of 3, but not yet 4...
I'm tempted to show this "magic" balloon!
Last Sunday, before flying back from Shanghai to Hong Kong.
I was totally exhausted.
And, Iza was not.
She kept talking and talking and talking.
My only response was "ng" (means yes)...
"You 'ng' to everything I said. I have just said the opposite!" she complained.
I used all my energy to give her a gentle smile.
On the plane, I slept almost all the way.
When we got off the plane, saying goodbye to flight attendants...
" Hey! Mama, say goodbye to your 'ng' !"
Thank you very much iza!
It is formerly a slaughterhouse, now an arts space.
The interior is very "Gotham City".
Space is fluid, organic and hybrid.