Jetpack sent me a blogging report in review to kick off the new year with data on my site’s activity in 2015. These are their findings:
Crunchy numbers
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 10,000 times in 2015. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 4 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
The busiest day of the year was August 31st with 160 views. The most popular post that day was Back to School: A Momma’s Rant.
I also did a screenshot from my wordpress stats page:
Posting Patterns
In 2015, there were 257 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 2,024 posts.
Attractions in 2015
These are the posts that got the most views in 2015 and how I was found:
It’s looking like awards post are always great to do, and I love it too when I get to give a shout-out to other bloggers for every nomination I get. These are the posts which Jetpack highlighted. Do check them out – who knows you may have missed them because you never did get any ping backs from me:
Yep. Awards is the way to go for more page views. Keep them coming!
Where did they come from?
That’s 81 countries in all! Most visitors came from The United States. Thailand & Singapore were not far behind. I also took a screenshot from WordPress stats below:
Who were they?
Most commented on post in 2015 was About. My 5 most active commenters are:
That has been my year in blogging review and registering more than 10,000 views so far. Here’s a shout out to my top 5 commenters according to Jetpack:
Thank YOU my dear bloggy friends and congratulations on making it to the top commenters list! I love the engagements and the friendship you have extended to me – please continue to drop me your comments. And for those who haven’t yet, you would really make my day if you do!
I suppose they don’t look to shabby at all. Not too shabby. Hell, yeah!
Head on over to my 2015 Report summary compiled by Jetpack.
Tim, author behind Slouching Towards Thatcham, recently wrote a post on losing his child in a crowd of London’s Leicester Square on a busy Sunday. It’s every parents’ nightmare to lose a child in a crowd; it’s the one thing that bugs me every now and then if and when that happens when we are out and about. I shudder just thinking about it.
Here’s an excerpt of his post:
There are certain nightmare scenarios that you pray will never happen to you when you’re out in public with your children.
Picture the scene. London’s Leicester Square on a busy Sunday just before Christmas. Three energetic children being marshalled by five adults, so you think everyone has everyone covered. You walk into a shop, look around and suddenly realise that one of your kids is missing.
You think it’s the sort of thing that only happens to other people. Stupid, careless people. And then it happens to you.
Here is a summary of the thoughts that passed through my mind in the seconds immediately following this realisation.
He must be here somewhere, right?
Where did we last see him? Who saw him last? How long ago was that?
Okay, so what was he wearing? The grey coat? Or the blue one?
[Look outside the shop] I can see literally hundreds of people in the square. None of them is a sub-four-foot tall boy wearing a navy blue duffel coat, who is probably even now being carried off to become part of a child slavery ring. Or worse.
I am the worst parent in the world.
Shit. Shit. SHIT.
Scary shit, right?! But I thought he taught his kid well on who they should look out for to approach. Read more about it here .
Tim also shared his top 5 (and very important!) tips to ensure that you and your children are reunited as quickly as possible in the event of becoming separated – all of which I subscribe to. All of these are very good tips:
1. Don’t panic. It does no one any good. Stay calm, think clearly, retrace your steps and consider what you might do if you were lost.
2. Give your child your mobile number. Write it on their wrist or on a piece of paper so they can show it to someone who can then contact you.
3. As a backup, if your children are able to, ensure they can provide key personal details. For starters, their name and date of birth will help police confirm and log their identity. If they can remember your home address, so much the better.
4. Agree a plan for what they should do in certain situations. So, for instance, our kids have been repeatedly drilled in the following three basic actions:
If we get off a bus or train and they don’t, they should get off at the next stop and wait for us to arrive.
If they get off a bus or train and we don’t, they should wait where they are for us to return to them.
If they are separated from us in any other way, they should either wait where they are or, if they’re not comfortable waiting, seek out a policeman or anyone wearing a uniform and provide contact details for us.
5. If you don’t find them quickly, find the nearest police officer or police station. If someone has found your child and called it in, their details will be logged so that any officer can pass on their location to you once you have verified their identity.
The only misgiving I have is #5; only because we live in a country where people in (brown) uniform have a notorious reputation. It’s a scary thought and a disturbing one having to tell our kids NOT to go to those in brown uniform for help if they ever get lost. Not in this country. We can’t trust them and it is sad that we cannot teach our children to trust them.
Maybe we are generalising, maybe not all are rotten apples; but let’s just say that is it hard to dismiss anything when you know that those in authority cannot be trusted.
We’ve got Spud memorising both our phone numbers, but she does get confused sometimes – so if that ever happens, god knows who she’ll be calling instead. So, I do think it is a good idea to let them keep the piece of paper with our numbers written on it as per Tim’s tip. We have also been drilling the same plans on what to do in certain situations like what Tim described above and my hope is that they would remember what they have been told. If and when.
For now, our only preventive measure is to tell them that whenever we are in crowded place, they would always, always, always have to hold our hands. Tight. Never let go. (Are we paranoid or what!).
Even so, there had been one incident where a middle-age lady had taken my daughter’s hand away from me in a very crowded place. She had almost whisked her away right in front of my nose. She didn’t apologise but smiled when I yanked my daughter away from her, who at the time when it happened, Spud was standing in front of me and I was holding her hand. The worse thing about that was I wasn’t sure if it was a genuine accident because she had thought that it was her kid’s hand or if there was an ulterior motive.
Even scarier when my daughter was not even aware that in the midst of the crowd, limited by her height, a stranger had taken her hand instead because she was not looking up.
THAT happened quite a long while back, but it did scare the crap out of me. I cannot imagine what could have happened if I did not have a firm grip on her little hand. Child trafficking is rampant in this country, and I shudder just thinking about it.
If you have any advice, ANY advice at all, I’d really love to hear from you – especially if you live in a country where you know you can never trust your life with those in authority.
Sometimes, I really do wish for a pair of extra eyes at the back of my head.
School’s out for the year but for us working adults, work continues for the next 2 days until New Year’s Eve before the cycle begins again next year. My parents came over for a holiday visit; timely with Christmas last week where we had a short break over a longer weekend and had spent all of our waking hours with hyperactive kids.
We did not get to see the full moon in its grandeur on Christmas day, but managed a glimpse of a low, large, orangey-perfectly circular-looking moon on Boxing Day as we drove home after dropping off a guest at the airport that night. It was near impossible to take a picture from a moving car – a shame as it was a really beautiful sight.
When we got home that night, the moon had seemed to be higher up and was less fuller than what we had seen earlier. Usually, we could see a full moon from our balcony, but that night it kept itself hidden behind the many concrete walls. I had to stick my neck out quite a bit to get a glimpse of it while trying to still-frame it.
I gave it my best shot with my camera phone, but the moon has lost all the earlier grandeur that it had.
Full Moon on Boxing Day from the Balcony
Even without the full moon, Bangkok’s night-sky continues to glitter with lights; bright lights that have been set up for the annual Christmas lightings which will continue on till slightly after new year as the entire Sukhumvit Road transforms itself to a lighted fairy wonderland. Sights which never fail to get the kids excited as we walked half the stretch of Sukhumvit at dusk.
Central World has got one of the best lighting around and as we walked onward towards Central Chidlom, many more buildings, trees, bridges, pavements and lampposts are adorned with colourful glittering lights. The large new year countdown clock is up as the area gears up for the upcoming new year’s countdown party. Even the Grand Hyatt Erawan Temple that was bombed back in August this year is adorned with lights in full glory! You can’t even tell the devastation that once took place there.
Countdown Clock at Rajprasong Intersection. The Green hue is where the Erawan Shrine is Christmas Lighting and cheeky kids at Central World
As with every other year, the lights in Sukhumvit have always been a sight to behold. It is not very often that we allowed Spud and Squirt to stay up past their bedtime. We made an exception last weekend to cut the kids some slack on bedtime, as a treat for them to take in all the sights and the scenes of the street at this time of the year.
My gripe about the entire camaraderie was that it was so damn bloody crowded. There are people on every square inch of the ground. And, if there is one thing I nag to the kids about, it is that they should always hold our hands and not wander off in the impossible crowd.
At this time of the year, traffic can be a nightmare, too. In the last week, it has been nearly impossible to get to anywhere if you don’t take the train or walk it out on the uneven pavements with potholes that could potentially spell disaster.
Have I ever mentioned that most cars and taxis on the streets are assholes, with no regard for the traffic lights or pedestrians crossing? My blood boil just thinking about it.
Last evening, a taxi ran over the red light while we were halfway crossing the street when the green man came on (in any other country, usually a cue for us pedestrian to cross!) and barely missing Spud and Silver Bullet who were walking in front of us. I could feel the blood draining from my face as I saw what could have happened in front of me. Fortunately, Silver Bullet, likely out of reflex, was quick enough to yank Spud away. He swiftly gave the taxi a hard kick. It was hard enough that I could hear a loud thud from where I was about 2 meters away.
At that point, I got scared.
Scared that the taxi driver might come out of his taxi right there and then and pull a gun or a machete on us; because most drivers in this country would never admit that it is wrong of them to run the red light.
When it comes to traffic violation in this country, it is NEVER their fault, but it would be wrong of us to kick their vehicle or even honk at them for what we view as their wrong-doing. And because, drivers pulling a gun or machete on their passengers is not something we have not heard of. It happened to other people before.
Yes, they may look harmless, and yes, they may be armed, too, and yes! you never could tell from the onset. You kind of just throw caution into the wind and hope for the best as you have faith in humanity. One of the many reasons the local Thais would mostly refuse to take a taxi if they can help it, and instead depend on their friends to drop them off.
That asshole of a cab drove away, with no further drama. I’m gutted that I did not have the time to snap his license plate number, but even if I do, I doubt the authorities would do anything about it. Such is the country we live in. Life is cheap here.
So while it is a time to be merry and as we bask in all that glitters in the holiday spirit, let us not forget that whatever you do, keep your kids on the leash, and your eyes on the road and watch out for crazy, suicidal drivers who do not give a crap if they run you over. And oh! Just so you know, some of them may be drunk too. Because they can.
Stay safe my dear friends. You have been warned.
Oh wait! I WAS talking about the beautiful lights here in Bangkok. How did I get distracted with all that rant! Here’s one more to feast your eyes with blue hues once dusk sets in:
Glasshouse at Sindhorn Tower. Photo Credit from Eat and Travel Diary dot com