Sunday, April 26, 2009

It's not that I don't want to...

Blog, that is. I have so much disorganized shiat.

And since I'm very simplified and zen-ed recently, I will do it the easiest way, in chronological sequence.

1. Applying for a visa to Japan has been quite an experience for me due to special circumstances. Because I work in Singapore and reside in Johor Bahru, mine took 7 days instead of 3. Therefore, my extra precious leave days are wasted, bumming around at home.

2. Everything seem to have a tight dateline. And everything connected to the everything had a dateline too. Failing to complete something will lead to failing something else. That kind of shit. I was very edgy and stressed up. Everthing was NOW NOW NOW.

3. On days I hope the husband will stick around, I became a golf widow. No, he wasn't hit by bullet golf balls on the head, although that might be better because then people would bring me casseroles, give me pitying looks and eventually set me up on dates with hot younger men. (Thank you Karen Leland for this humor bit)

4. I slipped and fell at home. And hit my head hard. Nothing major, just a painful baluku. For the first time in my life, I prayed "Please keep me alive". Don't pull a Natasya Richardson stunt please.

5. Three days after the fall, we're on the plane to Tokyo. I kept praying.

THINGS ABOUT JAPAN:

1. Mount Mitake is breathtaking. We walked among very tall old trees, enjoyed the crisp fresh COOL air and the tranquility.

Mountain mini train. No idea how high we went. The train moves at 5km/hr something like that as I reckon a lot of old people come here for a walk or to hang out.

Another short distance ride up.

I am impress for their English of language here.


Trees are considered sacred here. They are probably older than P.Ramlee's two grandmother's age combined. Some trees are legendary and special.

Like this couple here. I think they're called the Couple Tree. And since we came all the way here, we did what all couples at Mount Mitake did. We crossed over between them, hand-in-hand, never once letting go. That's the rule. So now it means we're stuck with each other for life. MUA HAHAHAH.

And this tree too. I've never seen a trunk structured like this before. It says here, it resembles the female anatomy (pepet) and the little protruding bump on the right resembles the testicles (chun toi).

Of course, how could I leave out the food we ate. We had the whole eatery to ourselves.

And sakura. EVERYWHERE. It's such a nice change from seeing as much litter and stray cats back home.


This house has an amazing rooftop. It is covered with hay, moss and some green grass patches. So eco.

A typical Japanese entrance to a guesthouse.

And here we are. A must-visit. Cited as one of the most popular shrine in Japan.

This is was where my 450D stopped working. Turned out my lens decided to take a holiday too. Anyway this is better picture of the Musashi Mitake Shrine.

That's not all. MORE STAIRS!! We really took our hats off our little boy. He has endured walking, stairs-climbing, hours of train rides, more walking and walking even in the light rain, and not to mention 15 hours in total of flight time! WITH NO MAJOR WHINING! At one point, the husband said to me "I respect this boy man." I think he enjoys travelling!

After the many stairs, we reached this holy ground which was so peaceful and quiet. This is where the original God of all Japanese Gods is.

On our way out. If not for our fabulous aunt and uncle here, we wouldn't have discovered such a breathtaking place.

After we got down, we hung out at this beautiful river, throwing pebbles. This is truly unspoiled nature! EVERYTHING is so clean and untouched from the pebbles, rock and crystal clear water.


2. From nature to man-made city madness. This is the famous Shibuya intersection crossing. When the light turns green, an amazingly massive crowd crosses the junction in ALL direction! This is the highest point I could stand to snap a photo.

A popular waiting and meeting place where the Hachiko statue sits .According to a famous story, this dog waited for his master every day in front of Shibuya Station, and continued to do so for years even after his master had passed away. It's so touching!

Harajuku. Center of Japan's most extreme teenage cultures and fashion styles.

Land of lolitas. Teenagers who dress up like dolls or maids, in fancy shmancy lacy frocks and curly blonde hair, with make-up that could scare your grandma. Because times were bad and it was a weekday, we only saw two. And I didn't take a picture. They really look like these, I swear. Daniel was ecstatic. Jie jie mei everywhere!


He saw a lolita jie jie mei. That chi ko pek look is priceless.

He got my camera and this is all he could take. Students in mini skirts.

One of the many fancy unique boutiques at Harajuku. I just love their creativity and effort.

The husband's playground.

Japanese ADORE their pets. Complete with hairdo and kimono for their beloved pet dogs!

Japanese souvenir shop, one of the aplenty ones at Asakusa. I think 80% made in China now.

Asakusa shrine.

3. Japan is very kid-friendly. Every shopping mall has an infant stroller or a toy car trolley where the kid can sit in it, and mom can do her shopping too. And almost every restaurants will have kid's meal set where it comes with a selection of toys.

Oh, this kid can slurp like a true Japanese. SLURP SLURP SLURP SLURP.

4. Typical standard home have this high tech toilet. In public toilets, some have music or a trickling sound to play. It's for ladies who malu, tak mau orang lain dengar dia pang jio or pang sai.. *roll eyes*


5. My most enjoyable shopping moment was for fabric and craft supplies.

6. I absolutely love MUJI and Daiso.

7. Japanese customer service is superbly top of the world. They go all length to help you out, even when you don't buy it in the end, and they thank you. We have so much to learn from them.

8. 99% of the men wear dark suits to work. During peak hours, you see dark suits everywhere, like Batman. Dark suits flock in a corner to smoke, dark suits flock together when waiting for trains, dark suits IN the train, dark suits walking here, there and everywhere.

9. Train rides are expensive. It ain't $1, $2, they're $15, $30 per way!

10. Cakes are a big thing. They look good and taste even better. Everything is fresh. We wanted to buy a strawberry tart, but the last one was a bit cracked and the cashier refused to let us buy it! Quality control is a HUGE issue.


11. Vending machines are everywhere. You won't go thirsty on the streets.


After 4 days of non-stop walking, I have Gisele Bundchen's legs. And after all those stairs at the mountain, Gisele's pantat.
Woo hoo!

Since the little head injury incident,and after we came back, I have been very malas. I've been moving at a glacial pace. Even my thoughts are in slow mo. I don't have a care for the world. It's such a wonderful temporary feeling. I could focus better. I no longer try to multitask and be fretted. I don't care if I'm not on time. I feel like I have a simple heart and mind like an old lady of the 70's. It's fantastic.

I wish this will last...

Thursday, April 02, 2009

T**

Once in a while, I become this magnet to suay-ness.

Stupid MAXIS barred my line. Why? Because I didn't pay. Why? BECAUSE IT DIDN'T SEND ME THE FUCKING MONTHLY BILL REMINDER. Tiu you Maxis.

Blackout from midnight to 2am this morning. Bandar Baru UDA prone to blackouts. Tiu you TNB.

BAD congestion-for-no-reason at the JB checkpoint. Buses the culprit. Sudden increase in their numbers this morning. Where the tiu did they come from.

Other than that, I'm really happy how the way my life turned out.

UPDATE:
Mouth ulcer, yeast infection at the other end, left leg broke out in a rash due to allergy. ENTIRE leg. Scalp eczema (self-diagnose).

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Doko?

I have something up in plans for April.

I look at the rail map, I give up.


To go or not to go.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Sew Me

I love collage art. It's fun artistic mess of different materials, patterns and textures put together. I just love it.

Basic collage lesson for a 3.5 yr old.



I've been busy myself.


MY FIRST SCREENPRINT!! Done by hand on natural canvas, and sewn into a bag. Lunch bag, shopping bag, anything!

Speaking of sewing, Annabella, Jacqueline Jacobs and her partner came over after dinner two weeks ago and we all got excited about crafting and sewing quilts. We even plan a massive project involving all Convent girls of Class 97 to make one piece of quilt and then eventually they will be joined and sewn into a giant quilt! Gosh, it sounds like a lot of work and headache already. But I'm sure it'll be worth it.

Must dream big to achieve big right?

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Life is Fragile

Lately, I've been thinking about diseases and death (Insurance company would LUUUUURVE to see me).

The human body is so strong yet so fragile. What makes some recover so well from a life-threatening disease, and what makes some succumb to a harmless ailment, just like that. Is it destiny? When it's time, it's time? Does one die in order for others to live? Like a celestial agreement and contract you have signed? It's always been a mystery and I'm always intrigued by this.

When will I die, and how.

I find myself browsing through obituaries lately. I look out for their ages. 57, 63, 81, 56, 61, 57. Are our life expectancy getting shorter? Is it a good thing perhaps?

I think pain makes you think about dying. I have an friggin' ulcer AT THE TIP OF MY TONGUE. TIP OK. Where it's packed with nerves. When I speak, when I eat, when I try to dislodge a piece of food deep inside my mouth ( my tongue is my favourite toothpick sometimes), I want to die.

And since we're at the topic of pain and death and natural calamity, this is a photo poster that won me second prize in a recent contest organized by the agency that funds my research institute where I work.

I hope that doesn't happen. *touch wood choi choi choi*

So, to celebrate life and its glory, I shall make to go shopping with my prize vouchers. Woo hoo!

Thursday, February 26, 2009

I Am Thirty Two

Quote of the day: The man who does more than he is paid for will soon be paid for more than he does -Napoleon Hill

Firstly, I have never received so many birthday wishes before as far as I remember. I'm really touched!!

It feels like my life has just begun. Cell culture growth curve-wise, I'm at the beginning of the exponential phase. I feel as if I'm ready for full gear into what my life should be about. I'm building my network, I'm finding new things, I'm learning so much and gaining twice as much. And most of all, I am thankful for everything. And you know what people say about what makes you who you are, it's the people around you. Friends and family. The good ones and the ugly ones. Yeah, give it to me!

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Daniel's First Stage Experience

In everyone's lifetime, you'll go on stage at least once.

Children who took part in the traditional costume contest queued, and one by one, they went up on stage to do their rehearsed pose. Girls turn around, do the 'gong xi gong xi' hand gestures while the boys did the 'ultraman' hand moves.

His turn. Slight hesitance in the first few 3 seconds, then walking across the stage to the middle, he did his ultraman pose with gusto. GUSTO! And walked down the stage. This 6 second moment will forever be etched in my heart. I was almost in tears!! My little boy is a STAR!! So I did what all mothers would do. Froze in amazement, glory and pride, THEN take pictures AFTER he's done his moves.


Kindeeland's Main Hall.


I love photos like these. The funny moment, the eye contact, the human connection. It feels so magical, especially through a child.








See that gigantic Pooh Bear behind him? The one I pray NEVER to get. It went to the student whose parents bought the most coupon. Geez, how appropriate.

Friday, February 20, 2009

My New Benz

Being a parent is fun. Because I get to be silly, and not feel silly.

One of those silly days, we make silly toys out of cardboard boxes.. like this spanking new Mercedes Benz Sportscar! Turbo.



Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Mosquitoes everywhere

Is it just me? Or are we swamped with the lil' pesky yeeeeeyyeeeeeyeyeeeeee MOSQUITOES!! THEY ARE EVERYWHERE FAK THEM ALL.

One night, after a couple of hours into his sleep, he woke up and laid in bed, eyes open, and pondering. I think he has never heard the sounds of mosquitoes yyeeeeyyeeee-ing near his ears before! Even adults get annoyed!

And don't ever fall prey to the little mossie repellant that you plug into your electric powerpoint where it supposed to emit scent that mossies hate. IT DOESN'T WORK! The solution: Wear leather jacket and pants.

YIIIIIIIISH.
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Recently I read a book. I RARELY read, so when I DO read something, it's good. I promise. It's called Raising Boys, by Steve Biddulph

Highly recommended for parents with jumping hollering messy monkeys. You will know why they are jumping hollering messy monkeys.

Highly recommended ESPECIALLY FOR FATHERS of jumping hollering messy monkeys. You are the software programme which your young son will download, to learn how to be a man. A happy, well-balanced man. KEYWORDS: TESTOSTERONE.

And to mothers.... basically you are not so important anymore when your boy is six onwards. Of course you are STILL important, being there for him, teaching him about life and love, BUT this is the time when fathers become their main role model, teacher and friend. This is the time fathers should spend as much time with their sons. Boys learn so much even by playing games with their dads.

Then comes the age of fourteen. Mom, Dad, step back a little. Now they need mentors. An older male mentor. Uncles, grandfathers, pastor in your church, male teachers, scout master, a boss, even friends. If you find your boy ain't listening to you, he will most likely listen to another older male who is involved in their life at that time. Someone he looks up to, or feel at ease with. Here comes an important point.

We need more male teachers in our schools. Or at least more male volunteers for school projects. Good male leaders who recognize the needs of young boys to learn about life.

I apologize as I am not able to provide a summary on raising girls. Steve wrote one called Raising Girls. Go get 'em!

SO. I read it, so what. Am I doing a good job? I don't know. I hope so. I try my best. Love love love love love. Is all I have to give.

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Photos I meant to post eons ago.

Goofy bedtime moments.



Darren, Eileen's boy, and Daniel.

Watching Ben Ten.


Azrina Nana's wedding at Rumah Limas, Danga Bay. It's gorgeous!



Peace bebeh.

Friday, January 30, 2009

Cooking Up a Storm

No, there's no pictures of food here. And no, I didn't cook. My sister-in-law did. I have a stack of recipe books at home and I love watching cooking programs, but I have not cooked up a storm yet. Not yet. It's just not my time. I believe, in a woman's lifetime, there will be a phase where she will be the kitchen goddess. Maybe some won't ever be, I don't know, but that's because they have husbands or boyfriends or fathers or helpers who cook like a pro. We call these lucky bitches, lucky bitches.

No Ipoh this time. Just Seremban. Food, snacks, TV, Daniel, Daniel, Daniel, Daniel, Daniel, Daniel. No crafting, no internet, no newspapers. That is what CNY has always been about.

Happy Niu Year!

Yours truly, Da Niu

Monday, January 19, 2009

Cool Breeze

I just invented a nickname for our government. WOW. Stands for Why Oh Why. It can also be just 'wow', like in "WOW! Which stupid bastard could come up with things like that! Amazing!"


Actually I have no complaints about the new CIQ Complex except for the bumps. They KILL the low-skirted cars.

The weather has been gorgeous lately. I've been enjoying the evening cool wind and sunset at my patio. It was so lovely I had to take Daniel out to the playground. There were some older kids playing there. He was hit by the swing... KAPOW! Twice. Kesian.
This little bitch on the swing who hit him, said "Padan muka!". He fell, got up and looked so pitiful. But it was amazing to see that the two became friends after that. As if nothing happened. He even followed her to the drain to pee.

There I was, observing and wondering for the first time. How well will Daniel mingle with children of other races. Of course, this is a irrelevant question because children, by nature, are not racist. Indeed they were not. It was funny though, when Daniel first tried to play with the Malay boys, one of them yelled out "Budak Cina! Budak Cina!" It wasn't a hostile cry. It was like an informative one, like "Hey, here's someone we never met before and he's Chinese!" I laughed in my heart.

Daniel soon mingled into the 'gang'. Though he couldn't speak Malay, and they couldn't understand his "Wakamamanowamee..aku?", children have one language in common. Play. Daniel just spoke to any kids there, in the language he is just starting to familiarize with. Just main gasak. Manawakamominamaku?

Gorgeous evening like I said.

UPDATE: The JB customs CHANGED the bumps!!! I'm impressed. Must thank the big shots who complained.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Back To Work

Back at work. So uncool. I'm homesick.

My New Year's Resolution is WGAF.

From now till CNY, I'm going to stuff my face with lard, butter, pig's trotters and ice-cream so that I will not look like a Somalian, according to traditional old folks' standards of a healthy-looking person. I have to become Shallow Hal's Rosemary. Speaking of which, there was this scene where Hal is having dinner with Jill, his hot chick neighbour at a fancy restaurant. She was wearing a tube top. And you know how TV angles are... objects are aesthetically positioned to create depth of field bla bla bla.

Daniel asked, "Why jie jie didn't wear clothes?"

Friday, January 09, 2009

Friday Joy

These days, I feel so happy it hurts.

Gawd I love my little guy.

Thursday, January 08, 2009

I Could Not Ask For More

I had this dream day today, and yesterday.

Fourth day into Kindeeland, Daniel now holds his teacher's hand and walk into school, sobbing a little, which I just suspected it's a bit of acting to get attention. When I pick him up 3 hours later, he's singing with his friends while walking in line doing the choo-choo train queue...

(sung in tune of Jingle Bells)
Ding dong bell, ding dong bell,
We are going home,
Goodbye teachers, goodbye friends,
See you tomorrow

And flashing a bright smile.

No trauma, no nightmares, no violent objection. I pray this stays.

We come home, hang out a bit, lunch is prepared, we eat, kid around a bit, watch telly, I nap a bit, I surf the web, we play some computer games, kid around summore in the garden, play masak-masak, dinner is prepared, we eat, watch some telly, bath together, read him bedtime stories, and he's asleep by 9.15pm. Just me and my little guy.

The night is all mine. I wish this could never end, and I've never been so thankful for days like these.

Monday, January 05, 2009

Ally's World of Sup Kerang

I forgot I have a blog.

Bo sim eh ok.

Finally I took a break from crafting, and started concentrating on more important things in life like my fashion and shoes. I went on an indulge-shopping spree. I felt like a real woman.

Then I made the biggest decision of my life. I'm now a stay-at-home mom.

For one week. *chuckles*

Daniel attended his first day in Kindeeland today. Second experience since last year, same month. I have been praying very hard that history will not repeat itself. Please no more trauma, no more night terror, no more behavioral changes.

He held the teacher's hand, waved bye to us and followed her into the hall. Some parents stood outside the assembly hall. We didn't. STUPID MISTAKE. Instead, we peeped through the fences and shrubs to see how he is.

He was standing in line with other kids in his class, looking a bit lost. Then he saw his father peering over the shrubs. He started sobbing. He probably thought other parents are around but not us.

This is where I have this to say to all mothers out there. PLEASE LISTEN TO YOUR INSTINCTS.

I wanted to go into the school compound and join the parents. But hubbie told me to let go.

"Let him settle down", "Let him bond with teacher", "He shouldn't see us"

So we continued being secret agents for another 5 minutes, when I had enough.

WTF i just went in. And that was the best decision made that today. He was us and looked so relieved. He still held the teacher's hand. We told him we would be waiting for him. He nodded and smiled a bit and was led into the classroom.

I hope he's not affected by my stupid mistake today.

Back home, he's still the happy guy I know. So far. *keeping fingers crossed*

Another reason why motherhood is great. I get to play masak-masak without feeling silly. In front of other kids. He cooked me sup sayur and sup kerang.



You know the IKEA stainless steel cooking set? Why didn't we have it when we were young.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

A Sudden Thought

I'm sitting here at 12plus midnight, keeping a close watch at my etsy shop and a feeling came.

Why am I doing this? Why am I letting it control my life? It started out for fun. As an experiment. People ACTUALLY bought my handmade cards. It was a fantastic feeling. Like a recognized artist. The reward was an ego-booster.

I stopped shopping for clothes, shoes and bags like what girls do. Instead, I shop at paper, craft amd fabric stores. Then I spend ungodly hours sometimes obsessing to finish a creation. Then I get so excited to list it on the shop. Then I do. Then I wait. And wait. And as time goes by without sales, I sink lower. AND THEN, I'm inspired to do another design! And the ungodly cycle begins again. Then someone buys, I get motivated! It's such an emotional roller coaster!

OK you professional marketers and product specialists who hit sales by 5 digits that kind of thing, selling art is totally different. You ACTUALLY LOVE and believe in what you sell.

It hit me. Why am I doing all this for strangers. Adding something extra, gift-wrapping it nicely, double checking everything, praying it'll arrive safely etc.

All I want now is to make things for my friends and family! For people I know and see everyday, the people in my workplace, my boss, my students, my neighbours, my childhood friends, and MYSELF!!

How I long for my own pace. No rushing, no waiting, no disappointment, no excitement. I hate to think about my shop. It's taking over my life. Yucks.

I want to watch TV like everybody else.

Monday, November 24, 2008

YouTube for Babies

What 3 year-olds can do these days.


He switches on the laptop. I switch on the modem and the wifi. He waits for everything to settle. He double-clicks the Internet Explorer icon. He says "Mummy, I want watch Donald Duck". I go into youtube and search. And the rest is his. He picks a clip to watch. Then scroll the page by the sidebar scroll. Please tell me this is normal.

When I was 3 year old, I only had magic pens.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Obsession

I have been VERY VERY productive.







I totally humped my Flying Man antique sewing machine. And stamps. And these are only the few.
Maybe that is why there's no bun in the oven.

An Update: This is totally shocking to me.I actually sold 18 of the planners on etsy so far, since last Monday. Hmm, then suddenly, the orders slowed down. I must've rode the high wave..heehee.