Kamogawa Sea World

This is a belated entry – a really late one in fact because this particular trip was taken back in March, using Seishun 18 kippu. Well, remember that we had to postpone hubby’s birthday celebration? We bought combo tickets for Kamogawa Sea World and Mother’s Farm. We both went to the former, but hubby took Mak instead to the latter because by then I already gave birth to Humaidi.

The quiet Awa-Kamogawa eki

Although the easier way to go to Kamogawa from Tokyo would be by taking the express bus from Tokyo Eki; since we already bought seishun 18 kippu, we took the over-2-hour train journey to Awa-Kamogawa from Asakusabashi. From Awa-Kamogawa eki, we took the free shuttle bus to the theme park.

Entrance of Kamogawa Sea World

We purposely went to Kamogawa Sea World on a weekday to avoid the large weekend crowd – but we forgot that it was during the school holidays, so the place was packed with shrieking kids. Like many places of interest in Japan, the theme park offered various rubber-stamping opportunity with the stamps located at various parts of the park. They even sold a souvenir stamp-booklet for 200 yen meant for kids that offers a small pin-up badge for those who completed all the stamping needed in the book. I bought the booklet just for fun, as it contained information on featured animals in hiragana and could be kept whether or not one got all the stamping. But yes, it was also fun queuing with kindergarten kids (exchanging shy smiles part, not the ignoring almost-rude stares part) to get the booklet stamped. In fact, I guess some of them might be thinking along the line of “what is this walrus-like obasan doing collecting stamp marks”. Well, I was huge then – what with being 9 months pregnant and all… In the end, I managed to get all the stamping needed and was presented with a silly pin-up button of a grinning sea-lion. Hubby asked me why didn’t I ask for the nicer button of the killer whales, to which I just shrugged and replied “ala saja-saja je, tak kisahlah apa-apa pun”

By the time we arrived there, it was almost noon, so we had to plan our move well so as not to miss any of the performances. I asked for a map in English at the counter, which also listed the schedules for all the performances, to which we tune our movement. It wasn’t that difficult to strategize actually since the performances last less than 30 minutes each and the grandstands are located almost in a row.

The major highlights are performances by a family of killer whales, some dolphins, a family of sea lions and two beluga whales. Then there were also side performances – such as feeding time for the penguins, the pelicans and the sea lions. It was interesting to note that we could see both penguins which could stand higher temperature in the outdoor as well as their bigger Polar counterparts which had to be showcased in icy aquarium.

Napping pelicans

The turtle said "Hi" on behalf of the shark and the sting ray...

For extra fees between 200 – 1000 yen, visitors could also interact and have closer contact with the animals as they could kiss, touch, take pictures and exchange smiles with the sea animal of their choice. I thought it would be cool to have a picture taken with the killer whale, but hubby immediately killed the thought by saying “tak payahla, buang duit aje”

1,2,3, JUMP!

We enjoyed all the performances tremendously – especially the killer whale show. It is actually a dual performance since one could either view it on the grandstand stadium or from the window of a viewing gallery below water level. Mind you – those who want to sit at the front seats must be prepared with rain coats because the splashes they caused were certainly huge. The park organizer even color-coded the benches (orange for possible wet areas, blue for potentially safer ones) and warnings were announced several times before the show began.

Lepas tangan pun tak jatuh tau...

Ok, jaga-jaga ye tuan-tuan dan puan-puan, lepas ni nak buat splash besar punya...

It would be better to purchase the rain coat in advance – perhaps at the Daiso store in the shopping mall at the back of Awa-Kamogawa eki. Snacks and drinks could also be purchased ahead at the Jusco outlet there- because yes, just like in other theme parks, the drinks and snacks in the Sea World are quite costly. (Unlike in Malaysia where Jusco is often regarded as a middle-class shopping place and are mostly found in big cities, here in Japan, Jusco outlets are mostly located in smaller towns. I think the only Jusco I’ve seen in Tokyo is the one which could be seen as one passes from Minami-Sunimachi to Nishi Kasai on the Tozai line subway, but I digress…) The cinnamon imo sticks sold at the stadiums looked very tempting, but I resisted it, instead just bought some potato fries for Huzaifah to munch on as we watched the comical sea lion show. It was humorous, provided one could understand nihongo, since the sea lions were performing some sketches.

Johnny-kun, the star comedian in the sea lion family

As for the exhibits, my favorite is their extensive collection of bizarre crustaceans. I especially enjoyed watching huge crabs which hubby and I refer to as ketam Hokkaido. And now we know that Huzaifah is terrified of eels. Our hero who normally is curious about a lot of things and rarely shows his fear, yelled whenever his Ayah put him close to the display window of some huge eels (which looked more like pythons than eels). I must say that I appreciate that information on the creatures are also provided in English, although most tourists we saw that day were Nihonjin. The “Tropical Island” exhibit area is a good reminder of home sweet home – what with fine white sands, coconut trees and even lying coconuts on the “beach”.

Ujai was really terrified of this huge eel...

Sungguh besaaaaarrrrr ketam itu...

Eh, ini kat Kamogawa ke kat Teluk Kemang ni?

Breathtakingly beautiful imitation coral reef

We spent more than 5 hours at the park – a worthy excursion since all of us enjoyed it, hubby, Huzaifah and preggy me. However, by the time we finished seeing the last performance by the Beluga whale at the Marine Theater, there was no more free shuttle service going back to Awa- Kamogawa eki, so we had to walk back to the eki, which took us about 30 minutes or so. Nevertheless, I must say that Kamogawa Sea World provides a healthy balance of education and entertainment, so personally I would recommend it for parents with school-going/kindergarten kids. I wish I could say the same for Mother’s Farm, but since both hubby and Mak (who went there when I was still in the hospital after Humaidi was born) gave it thumbs-down, I shall not comment any further.

Intelligent Beluga whale

Random compliment

Conversation with a Caucasian guy in shorts and t-shirt I met briefly in the elevator :

Stranger: Are you from Malaysia?
Me: (startled) Yes, I am from Malaysia. Where are you from?
Stranger: I’m from California. I’ve been to Malaysia recently. I can tell that you are one from your nice headscarf.
Me: Yes, there are a lot of Malaysian women wearing headscarves.
Stranger: They are really pretty. I really like ‘em. I even bought some for my wife
Tink! (the door opened at ground floor)
Stranger: (as he moved out of the elevator) Well, see you around. Have a nice day.
Me: You too, have a nice day.

It is nice to get a random compliment. And nicer when you know that the compliment comes with no alter intentions. Even though it was just my scarf that got complimented on, it managed to get me smiling for some time as I paced the 10-minutes walk to the eki.

Of course, I didn’t confess that the particular scarf was actually bought in Salzburg, Austria, one hot summer, exactly 10 years ago...

Shuffle my music

As tagged by Zyrin

I already confessed to her that I mostly listen to nasyid and JPop - so this might be a rather odd mixture. Anyway, the J-Pop I listen to are mostly J-Dorama's theme songs (one that appeared in the list happens to be a song often heard during commercials here in Japan), and I think are quite popular at karaoke halls. I personally think Cik Kieli - yes, you my dear silent reader - might be able to guess most of them correctly.

As for the nasyids - well - it's a mixture of Malaysian and international; with songs meant for children, young adult and general public. I have a feeling that not many songs would be guessed correctly (if at all), but enjoy guessing anyway :-)

"Shuffle your music.

* Take the first 25 songs that come up and post a line or two of lyrics from each one. Try not to make it too obvious by posting something from the middle of the chorus or that has the name of the song in it.

* Post it to your journal and let your friends try to guess the songs. No one likes a cheater, cheater pumpkin eater.

* When a song is correctly guessed, strike it out and put the title and artist next to it."

1. Telah ku mungkiri janjiku lagi/ walau seribu kali kuulang sendiri/ aku takkan tempuh lagi - Mirwana x Jay Jay, "Aku Tanpa CintaMu" (Zyrin)

2. Oh Allah the Almighty, protect me and guide me / to Your love and mercy

3. Kimi ga ima koko ni iru koto/ tobikiri no unmei ni/ kokoro kara arigatou

4. Agar terlerai kesangsian hati ini/ Sekadar air mata tak mampu membasuhi dosa ini

5. Cause who used to hold you, and clean you and clothe you? / who used to feed you and always be with you?

6. Shinjiyou/ futari dakara/ai shiaeru - Ito Yuna, "Precious" (Cik Kieli)

7. Boku no me wa/ kimi shika utsuranai

8. Diciptakan manusia sebaik-baiknya supaya menjadi insan berguna/ agar beriman dan bertaqwa

9. Now I ‘m alone filled with so much shame / for all the years I caused you pain - Sami Yusuf, "Mother" (Theta)

10. Tangan yang disangka lembut menghayun buaian/ mengoncang dunia mencipta sejarah - Hijjaz, "Sumayyah" (Hanis)

11. Atsui namida ya koi sakebino/ kagayakeru hi wa doko e kietano

12. Ku harap dia adalah yang terbaik buatku / kerana Engkau tahu segala isi hatiku/ Pelihara daku dari kemurkaanMu

13. When you find that special someone/ Feel your whole life has barely begun/ You can walk on the moon, shout it to everyone

14. Sabishii toki wa/ato sukoshi tsukiatte/ umaku hanashi o kiite kurenai ka - Hirai Ken, "Kimi wa Tomodachi" (Cik Kieli)

15. Kokoro no koe wa/kimi ni todoku no kana/ chinmoku no uta ni notte

16. Kekasih sejati teman yang berbudi/ kasihnya bukan keterpaksaan

17. Dosa-dosaku bagaikan pepasir di pantai/ dengan rahmatMu ampunkan daku Oh Tuhan ku

18. No you can’t take your big screen TV/ nor your variety of DVDs/ No you can’t take your designer shoes - Zain Bikha, "Can"t Take it With You" (Theta)

19. Arigatou to kimi iwareru to/ nandaka setsunai/ sayonara no ato mo tokenu mahou/awaku horonigai - Utada Hikaru, "Flavor of Life" (Cik Kieli)

20. Iman tak dapat diwarisi dari seorang ayah yang bertaqwa/ Ia tak dapat dijualbeli/ Ia tiada di tepian pantai- Raihan, "Iman Mutiara" (Zyrin)

21. Hontou no yume wa itsumo soba ni aru/ hateshinaku hiroi sekai hitotsu dake kagayaita

22. Omoi dashita keshiki wa/ tabidatsu ni no kirei na sora dakishimete - Shuuji to Akira, "Seishun Amigo" (Cik Kieli)

23. Bahagia itu ada di jiwa/ mahkota di singgahsana rasa/bahagia itu adalah suatu ketenangan

24. You, you’re not aware that we’re aware of your despair/ don’t show your tears to your oppressor - Sami Yusuf x Outlandish "Try Not To Cry"

25. Diam-diamlah sayang, jangan menangis/ doakan ayah semoga diterima - Ae-man (Originally by Nadamurni), "Di Pondok Kecil" (Anonymous)

UPDATED 24 June 2007

I am not sure who I should tag next since personally I found this one to be rather difficult. Nevertheless, I hereby pass this on to:

Kak Pia
Dikja
Theta
Rad
Dakwanie

Thanks!

More flowers...

... to brighten up your day!
These were all taken in last spring. Unlike in UK when there are so many different kind of blooms in each season, the parks here are prettiest in spring and autumn.
Mind you, some of these shots were actually taken by hubby (who went out to Kinshi Park near the hospital) while waiting for me to deliver Humaidi ;-)

Enjoy!

"Turning to leave
cherry petals flutter around
departing guests"
~ Jane Reichhold

"My life flower
A millisecond
In an hour of time"
~ Hatamoto

"Striving at excellence
The tallest shrub
In a rose garden"
~ Hatamoto

Sakura to cheer up your day

It's summer in Tokyo now - no more sakura in sight.
But there is something about sakura that is just - well, uplifting.
So this one goes especially for Madam MDR with lots of cheerful wishes sent your way...

"Shining spring day
Falling cherry blossoms
with my calm mind"
~ Kino Tomonari

" Now the cherry blossoms
Begin to bloom
For you"

~ Heidi-Is-Cool

Single at 30

So this year will go down in the Malaysian history as the one in which two prominent figures got married – Raja Nazrin and Pak Lah. Raja Nazrin being the cool, cute, smart (PhD from Harvard, not degree beli punya) yet oh-so-down-to-earth-humble price that he is would be remembered fondly by many for his polite refusal of the state government’s offer to allocate funds for the royal wedding. Instead he insisted on the money being spent on development projects to meet the needs of the rakyat. He even went on to ask that donations be given to charity in lieu of tributes and advertisement spaces in the media. That’s one real “Raja berhati Rakyat” if you ask me…

Pak Lah, who just got married again last Saturday, while he did mentioned something about not expecting people to celebrate his wedding when he goes visiting, had not expressly forbid others from hosting fiesta to celebrate his wedding. Personally I wish he has learned from Raja Nazrin – who had a really “sederhana tetapi meriah” wedding, with students and orphans forming part of the royal wedding guests, all paid by himself. But… never mind… Anyway, I wish both of them many years of blissful marriage, filled with blessings, mercy and happiness.

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I especially like the fact that Raja Nazrin got married at the age of 50 to Zara Salim who turned 34 this year. I am glad that he had chosen a mature girl in her 30s rather than someone in her blushing 20s. It said a lot and could boost the confidence of so many singles in their 30s. Now single girls in their 30s could actually look at the kepohchee who ask her the cepu emas question of “bila lagi?” in the eyes and say “Well, I’m waiting for my Raja Nazrin…”

Time and again I’ve heard of so many people labeling single girls in their 30s as too “memilih”. And if they are not married/engaged/in a serious relationship when they are past thirty, some would even be so cruel as to call them “desperate”. Which for the most part would be untrue. I have many single friends in their 30s, and I would say that they are pretty content and secure in their singledom. Sure sometimes they remain single by chance rather than by choice – but for most part, they don’t delve in it too deeply.

After all, there is a lot more to life than just being in a relationship. But it’s not that easy finding the right guy. And you can never call someone too ‘memilih’ when it comes down to choosing a partner. It’s only right to be careful in choosing, without being wrongly labeled as “too choosy”. Ladies in their 30s are not looking for just-for-fun guy to date, they are looking for someone who has the potential of being life partner. Never underestimate the X factor in looking for someone right – it goes well beyond the ‘standard’ 4 C’s (car, condo, cash and credit). Sometimes they don’t even mind being with someone who doesn’t possess the 4C’s – rather they go for a guy’s drive, determination and yes, personality. Until they find the right one, often they just go on to enjoy other things that life has to offer.

Like a friend once confessed, she would rather be single than in a relationship with the wrong guy. If it doesn’t feel right, what’s the point of being in a relationship? They have seen friends marrying their long-term sweetheart yet divorced after less than a year. They have seen seemingly successful career women in disastrous marriages. While trying not to be jaded about men and relationships, they are also thankful at times that they don’t have to deal with a lot of issues faced by couples.

Being single has its challenges, but being engaged/married/in a relationship, does not mean people no longer have issues to deal with. At least, the option is still wide open for the single ones. Yes, it could be lonely at times, and their lives might not be moving in the same way their engaged/married/couple friends are going, but not being in a relationship does not mean that there is something lacking in them or their lives. They are as cute, attractive, nice, sweet, talented as any of those who had been married or engaged – even more so sometimes. It’s just that they haven’t found that someone they feel worth settling down with. And that has a lot to do with ‘rezeki’ – and sometimes, a dose of luck.

I think thirtysomething (and older) single guys should seriously consider marrying a girl in her thirties. Most girls at this point in their lives know what they are looking for, know what are expected from them once they settle down and appreciate marriage more than those who got it easy for them. After all, they had been learning from their friends’ failed marriages/relationships. A woman in her thirties usually has learned to strike the balance between needing a man and being independent. She usually has her own money, successful in her career, could afford going on overseas holidays by herself, has a hobby or a pet she cares deeply about and often is doing something to better herself. It’s just that - at this point of time their biological clock is ticking furiously.

But that doesn’t necessarily make them desperate – because the golden rule of rather-be-single-than-with-the-wrong-person still holds. That's why we don't see them running to settle down with simply any Ali, Ah Chong or Muthu that comes along. They have their pride. They have their expectations. They have the X factor to consider. In fact, they have a lot going on for them, sometimes more so than people in relationship have.

Often they make better friends because they are more available – physically and emotionally. That’s why one could count on single friends for girls-only-outings. Often they are more committed and make better sister/cousin/aunt/daughter/granddaughter etc. And often they too could make better wife material than their younger counterparts. But then again, life is not all about getting married and having babies je, kan?

It has been a year...

It’s been a year since we moved to Asakusa. A year since hubby accepted ICOJ’s offer for him to be the Imam of Dar Al Arqam Mosque.

When I look back – it seems that there’s not much differences since he came. The mosque is as quiet as ever, with little congregation on any other day save for Friday. Yet, in this past year, he has led several conversion, nikah and jenazah ceremonies. He had entertained a few requests from 5-star hotels wanting to buy praying mats and compasses as well as borrowed some Quran for their customers. He too had led several discussions on Islam with some police officers, intelligence officials from Japanese Ministry of Justice as well as entertained some questions on Islam posed by some reporters.

The police officers visit stemmed from hubby being stopped by a police officer. It’s rather common here for police officers to stop ‘aliens’ and ask for identification. Hubby had forgotten to take his “alien card” with him several times during these random inspection, but one time he purposely delayed showing his alien card until he reached the police station. The police on duty, who could not interrogate him much about hubby’s identification once he was showed the alien card, then began to make small talk about the mosque and Muslims in general. Hubby invited the police officer and his friends to come to the mosque to have lengthier discussion. That policeman did not show up but the offer was taken up by some other officers – two young detectives and a middle aged detective whose eldest daughter is my age. They came here for an introductory session on Islam, as hubby taught them some basics as well as answered some of their questions. They promised to come again, at least to return the books they borrowed, if not for another lesson.

Two intelligence officers from Ministry of Justice appeared one day; the senior one rather fluent in English while the quieter younger one has some knowledge in Arabic. They came to have a ‘routine’ inspection to ensure that there is no terrorist-related activity going on in the area. Hubby assured them that he would report it himself if he knows of any terrorist-related activities going on. He also introduced the senior officer to other ICOJ’s committee members, to prove that we have nothing to hide albeit not knowing too many details on the history of ICOJ ourselves. The senior officer visited us again after that, with two bagful of fruits as omiyage, to thank us for introducing him to the ICOJ committee member. But we had a feeling that it wouldn’t be the last time for us to see him yet, not when his parting words were “I’ll keep in touch with you…”

To my knowledge, this mosque had been visited by reporters twice since last year – one was by a reporter who saw the mosque’s minaret and stopped by because he was intrigued by such unusual scene in Tokyo. He used to study Arabic in Egypt and was shocked to discover that there are a lot of mosques – though does not appear like the ones he saw in Egypt – in Tokyo and surrounding areas. No, we never appeared in any newspaper the guy was not taking down any note or anything – it was just by chance that he saw the mosque and he stopped for a chat with the Imam, that’s all.

The other reporter was from TV Tokyo, assessing the possibility of making this mosque the subject for one program which is aired on Sunday evenings. After meeting Brother Ehsan, the ‘orang kuat’ for this mosque, he knew that it would be difficult to gather people here for the purpose of ‘acting’ in that documentary he had in mind.

Oh, and then there’s uncle Abe – the middle aged ojisan who first appeared in Ramadhan last year, telling us that he would like to learn more about Islam. There had been several subsequent visits – but he has yet to convert. Everytime he came though, he would ask for some amount of money – which he claimed he needed for electricity bills, for water bills, for rental, even for passport-sized photographs (we ask for 2 passport-sized photo for New Muslim certificate purpose). We never gave as much as he asked for - ranging from 10,000 yen to 2,000 yen, instead we gave a lot less (from 2,000 yen to 500 yen), and it’s been a few months since he last came here. Honestly, we doubt that we would see him again…

Then, there were several musafirs who came here for a short period of time, including Malaysians. Last March for an instance, there was a family from Penang who slept here for three nights. Their son was about to graduate in Kyoto, so when they came to Tokyo, they decided to stay in the mosque since the son could not find friends who could accommodate five adults simultaneously. Last April, we were visited by a group of retired teachers from Perak who stopped by at the mosque just before they visited Asakusa’s famous sightseeing spots – Nakamise and Kaminarimon. In both cases the visitors were surprised to learn that the Imam is a Malaysian, especially so upon learning that the Imam does not know much nihongo. By the way, another Malaysian is currently holding the post of Imam in another mosque – the new Yokohama mosque. There are a lot of Malaysians working in Yokohama, since Petronas has an office there, so the new Imam might had been brought here by some Petronas officer.

The past one year had been rather uneventful in terms of people coming to the mosque. On the other hand, we had dealt with lots of problems regarding the building itself. The thing is, when hubby was appointed, he never got any real training in terms of clerical and administrative jobs. He was asked to fax and post certain bills elsewhere, so that he doesn’t have to do the payment himself. But there had been occasions when we had the phone service and the gas supply cut, and he was blamed for not sending the bills to some committee member, although the truth is he did as per instructed every time a bill arrives.

There had been two incidents regarding the water pump – once in Ramadhan and later earlier this year. These, if you ask me, were accidents waiting to happen, because apparently there had been water related problems for ages in the mosque, but it was only recently when the water pumps were finally changed.

Then, there was the time when a piece of the mosque’s aged signboard fell down on the road. We were visited by the police a few minutes after that, as they wanted to see that the whole signboard got to be taken down so as to ensure no other piece would fell down unexpectedly and injure any passerby. Again, Brother Ehsan was called to the rescue.

And of course, there were the times when hubby decided to get rid of two truckfuls of unburnable garbage, kept for God knows how long in the first floor. You would be amazed at the amount of garbage the previous Imams/ ICOJ people had kept in the first floor. Unusable PCs, old refrigerator, other damaged electrical goods, damaged furniture, all sort of wires and tubes, wood planks and steel pipes, mismatched plastic food containers, et cetera. Two loads of one-ton truck, I kid you not. Some of the garbage were even located at the top floor of the mosque. And prior to that, he had gotten rid of some garbage weekly. We never knew who asked for that ojisan to come and collect the unburnable garbage; he claimed that one Pakistan or Indian guy in Nishi Kasai area had advised him to come and collect some unburnable garbage in the mosque. He agreed to dispose the PCs for no charge, but charged us 12,000 yen to dispose the rest of the garbage. It was actually a bargain, considering the City Hall would charge us 10,000 yen just to get rid of one refrigerator.

It’s been a year – not short nor quite long, not that memorable nor easily forgettable – and I wonder what is waiting in store for us in the near future…

The layered me

I have a feeling that this tag was started by an adolescent. It’s rather obvious isn’t it, what with questions on having crush, going to school, age to get married, yadda yadda… But hey, who says tags have to be perfect? So dear Theta, here’s my answer to your tag…

Layer One: On the Outside
Name: Azra Haida. Formal name Azra. Casual name A.Z. (as in ae zack, not ae zee). Kak/Kak Eda/Cik Kak to family members. Haida to hubby and some blogging friends in the blogging world.
Birthdate: May 10^th, 1975.
Current status: Married, mother of 2
Eye color: Dark brown. (Hazel during my wedding though)
Hair Color: Black. It’s been ages since I last nicked leftover of Mak’s DIY dye kit.
Righty or Lefty: Righty

Layer Two: On the Inside
My heritage: Malay – Pattani. Ayah is from Kedah with Malay – Pattani blood, my biological mother is a Wan from Perlis with Malay-Pattani blood. If I use Javanese phrases, I got it from Mak.
My fears: Straying from the true path, losing family members unexpectedly, medical operations
My weaknesses: Sleep, procrastinating, teh tarik
My perfect pizza: Used to be Domino’s Chicken Tandoori, then there was a brief spell with Hawaiian Chicken at one small pizza stall in The Store mall, Bukit Rahman Putra, and although I usually order Super Supreme at Pizza Hut, am actually still on the lookout of that perfect pizza…

Layer Three: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
My thoughts first thing when I wake up: Dah habis Subuh belum, hah?
My bedtime: Depends on Huzaifah (and Humaidi too sometimes); ranges from 10.30 p.m. to 2.30 a.m.
My most missed memory: Good times in high school and University.

Layer Four: My picks
Pepsi or Coke: I dislike both straight, but don’t mind Vanilla Coke or Pepsi Twist.
McDonald's or Burger King: Used to favor Burger King Vegetarian Whopper back in UK, but it has to be McDonald's in Malaysia
Single or Group Dates: Single
Adidas or Nike: Nike for shoes, Adidas for clothing
Tea or Nestea: Nestea
Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate
Cappucino or Coffee: Kopi Kampung, preferably home-made. Otherwise I don’t drink coffee

Layer Five: Do I
Smoke: Never
Curse: Not really, not habitually anyway.
Take a shower: Not as much as I'd like to, since I don’t shower daily here. (Sometimes it’s just way too cold to do so)
Have a crush: Not now, unless Kimutaku counts, heheheh.
Think I've Been In love: I am now.
Go to school: But of course!
Want to get married: Already am.
Believe in myself: Definitely – sometimes adequately, sometimes excessively. Heh.
Think I'm a health freak: Nay

Layer Six: In the past month
Drank alcohol: Never.
Gone to the mall: To buy baby stuff, yes. To shop – or even window shop - for myself, nope, unless you consider a 7-storey 100 yen shop a mall…(no!)
Been on stage: Nope
Eaten Sushi: Yup, when my brother was here
Dyed your hair: Nope

Layer Seven: Have I ever
Played a stripping game: Not yet. Heh (evil grin while batting eyelashes at hubby)
Changed who I am to fit in: Not really. Like I said - I could be overconfident sometimes...

Layer Eight: Age
I am hoping to be married: Was hoping to get married by the age of 30 and did so too, alhamdulillah…

Layer Nine: What was I doing
1 min ago: Talking to hubby
1 hour ago: Feeding Huzaifah
4.5 hours ago: Bathing Humaidi
1 month ago: Resting a lot because Mak was around
1 year ago: Busy packing to move to Asakusa (From Gyotoku)

Layer Ten: Finish The Sentence
I love: reading... Wish I could do more than I am able to right now.
I feel: blessed with what Allah has given me now, even if they are just on ‘loan’
I hate: being blamed when it's not my fault.
I hide: my resentments during crisis and try to look for solutions first.
I need: a long old-fashioned massage from a makcik bidan/tukang urut

Layer Eleven: Tag 5 people
Ok, as adolescent as this is, I hereby pass this on to Dik Ja, K.I., Zyrin, Kit and Kak Pia.

Demam

It started last week, with my brother who was here on a business trip. Unfortunately, for him it was more like a lie-down trip than a real business trip. He arrived in Tokyo from Korea on a Tuesday, already with somewhat high temperature. He and his consultant friend, Encik Aziz (who is almost double my brother’s age) was supposed to form part of Kekkwa’s delegation to Korea and Japan. As it happened, my brother was down with high fever. We even had to take him for an emergency treatment at San Iku Kai Hospital on Wednesday night because by then he was shivering and the thermometer read 39.1 degree Celsius.

He was literally down the next day. He thought he felt better on Thursday evening, so he joined hubby and Encik Aziz for a souvenir shopping trip in Asakusa.

Hubby decided to introduce my brother to Brother Harun in Matsudo (of Taj Mahal restaurant), since it might be an opening for a joint-venture or some trading in the future. As it is, Brother Harun is not only a restaurant owner, but also a trader. My brother too is not limiting his business to merely animation and TV programs production. Anyway – just as they were about to exit the train at Matsudo eki, Encik Aziz noticed that my brother was already numb although his eyes were opened, they were almost lifeless. Hubby and Encik Aziz had to quickly push my brother out of the train, after struggling to release his tight grip on the train handrail. For a while, he was laid down on the floor. When he became conscious again, the station officer asked him to rest for a while at the station’s office, which they all did.

My brother and Encik Aziz at "tempat jatuh lagi dikenang"...

They did had a meeting with Brother Harun after that - treated to a nice dinner and Brother Harun even made some cheese nan and tandoori for hubby to bring back for me and Mak.

Mak prayed that my brother wouldn’t had to extend his stay because it’s quite difficult and very costly for him to receive due medical treatment here since records on his tonsil removal operation recently are all in Malaysia. Alhamdulillah, by Friday morning, the day my brother and Encik Aziz were scheduled to return to KL, he seemed a lot better.

We checked on him a few days after that – just to confirm that he did not get measles. Well, the thing was – when he came, there was a measles outbreak in Tokyo. So bad that many universities and schools were closed, including Waseda which were closed for 9 days. Other leading universities that cancelled classes included Tokyo Nihon, Chuo, Sophia and Hosei. With measles being highly contagious, I was really hoping that he was spared from it – and alhamdulillah he was.

But the rest of us were not spared from catching the virus he left though. Last Tuesday, a day before Mak went back, I was down with fever. Took Panadol Actifast and rested a lot, but by the night I was shivering like nobody’s business.

Wednesday morning, I woke up feeling awful and the bleak weather did not make it any better. But I forced myself to wake up anyway because although we already asked a friend to drive us to the airport, I am sure Mak would feel better being sent by us rather than just a stranger.

Bye-bye Ibu, Ujai balik Mesia dengan Embah, ok? Ibu jaga adik dalam kain batik tu baik-baik ok?

I felt okay when we sent Mak to the airport, but when we returned I was once again shivering. Took Panadol soluble, and while it helped reduced my temperature for a while, I was again shivering later that night. When my temperature raised up to 40 degree Celsius, I quickly called hubby who was teaching in Ichikawa Ono to come back. To make matters worse, Huzaifah too was beginning to show symptoms of being unwell. His temperature was over 38 degrees and he also vomited that night.

Thursday morning saw both Ibu dan Anak seeking treatment at a local clinic.

Our temperatures are ok now, if you ask me, but both Huzaifah and I are still not feeling well. Huzaifah – who normally does not know how to stay still- is for once rather quiet. It was heartbreaking to see him refusing food he normally enjoyed, to see his reddened cheek when he vomited last night and to console his merengek last night while I persistently did the jelum thingy (using cold wet face towel to wipe his head and forehead) despite his refusal, before he could finally went to sleep.

We might have gotten the virus from Huzaifah’s Ayah Ngah–
but I think we got the demam because we both miss his Embah…

Some notes on daily life in Tokyo

Thought my reply to an e-mail from a friend who is coming to study here in Tokyo might benefit others too...

"Dear Achoi,

Congratulations on being granted Mambusho scholarship to do your MA in GRIPS.

Since we are in different programs, I could only hope that my responses to your queries would be relevant. Yours is a one-year MA program, while mine is from being a research post graduate student and could be extended until I finish my PhD should I wish to do so. (I had only asked for extension until I finish my MA though). However, you will receive higher monthly stipend. Right now while under Cuti Belajar Bergaji Penuh, JPA is paying my salary but I am not sure about your program, so you might want to check with JPA on that.

Ok, now to address your questions.

While Mambusho does not provide family allowance, you are entitled to get monthly child allowance from your ward/city office. The rule of thumb is 5000 yen per child for 1^st and 2^nd child and 10,000 yen for third and subsequent children. However, if your 1^st or 2^nd child is under three years of age, then s/he is also eligible to get 10,000 yen monthly allowance.

As for medical expenses, if you sign your family up for National Health Insurance plan, chances are your children’s medical expenses would be subsidized, either partially or fully, depending on your locality. For instance, when I was living in Chiba, any medical treatment for Huzaifah costed 200 yen and his medicine costed 40 yen. Here in Asakusa, where we pay higher premium for health insurance, medical expenses (both consultation and prescription) for children under 6 (or is it 9?) year old are fully subsidized.

As for part-time jobs – it might be easier for a person who can speak nihongo to get it. You also must apply for a work permit if either you or your wife wishes to engage in some baito (as we call part-time job here). Since you are going to be a full-time student, you /your wife could only work up to 28 hours per week, and 8 hours per day during vacation. You can check with GRIPS office on the procedure to apply for a work permit – I got one for my hubby and the procedure is quite tedious even though there is no charge for it.

As for kindergarten (hoikuen) or nursery (youchien), you have to check it with your ward/city office on the availability and charges. Sometimes the ward/city office also provides daycare and charge it per hours for children who are not attending either hoikuen or youchien. Again, you might want to check this with your city/ward office.

Ramai tak melayu kat sini?
Heh. Relatively speaking – boleh tahan ramai. But whether you get to meet/interact with other Malay on daily basis is another issue. Should you feel like staying in a kampong Melayu, you might want to consider staying in Gyotoku or Hachioji. There are many post graduate Malay students living there, where monthly rental for a two room apartment would be around 60,000 - 65,000 yen.

There are plenty of halal shops in Tokyo, and my personal favorite is Nasco. You could purchase halal stuff by going to the shop yourself, by calling the shop or shopping online.

I am not sure of the exact population of Muslims in Tokyo and surrounding areas, but there are plenty of mosques and musollas, so I guess Muslims here pun boleh tahan ramai jugak la kot.

You have to buy electrical appliances here due to differences in voltage and plug used. Malaysia uses 240 volts whereas in Japan the voltage is 100. You can buy certain used appliances such as rice cooker, fridge, heater, washing machine and gas cooker at recycle shops.

As for formula milk and cereals, you might want to consider bringing a lot of stock from Malaysia. Relatively speaking, disposable diapers are not that expensive, but children wear could burn a hole in your pocket. Many friends here buy used children wear at flea market or recycle shops – especially those thick warm clothing that you won’t consider bringing back to Malaysia. Sometimes though you might want to consider buying brand new t-shirt or two at bargain price when there’s sale going in Gap or Uniqlo outlets (I personally found that Gap outlets in Shinjuku and Ueno usually carry more stock on children wear on sale).

Based on past experience, it could be rather chilly in October, but not quite cold yet. So, you don’t have to buy winter clothing yet, but do be prepared with some sweaters/jackets upon arrival.

A good car is worth buying only if you intend to bring it back to Malaysia because cars are costly in many respects. Parking is expensive (it’s around 20,000 yen monthly in Tokyo, less in outskirts). Gas is expensive. And Tokyo has lots of tolled roads. Not to mention taxes, insurances and maintenance. That being said, buying used car here could be quite an investment if you intend to bring it back to Malaysia. For example, a 2004 used Toyota Wish is about the same price with a brand new Perodua Kancil – so that could be a factor to consider.

Chances are you might be traveling a lot using trains. Life here is organized around train stations, and distance is usually counted in minutes (by foot) from the nearest train station. Housing prices fall as one moves further from the station. You can use Hyperdia to help planning train travel between any two stations in Japan, complete with information on cost and time. For travel in and around Tokyo, you could also refer to Tokyo Transfer guide page.

And you might want to consider buying a bicycle. Almost everyone cycle here – from young kindergarten kids in cute bikes to frail 80 year old grannies in tricycles. Men in suits, women in skirts and high heels, students - from elementary school through college – all could be seen riding bikes. Children under 6 years old are allowed to ride on bikes with child carrier seats. Maintenance is all time low – air for tires could be found at bike shops or paid public parking areas, free parking areas are plenty and bike owners don’t have to worry about gas prices or toll rates.

Mak-mak dulu...

I have a lot respect for mothers in the old days – during those times when a family usually consists of 6, 8 or more kids, when the father was the sole breadwinner and the mother the sole domestic manager.

This morning I read a blog where the writer confessed that she had never felt so challenged in all her life as a mother now that her three children are all young adults.

This morning I also received an email from an old friend who, like me, has two sons - a toddler and a newborn baby. She confessed a sentiment which echoes my own – “rasa hidup terkejar-kejar ke sana ke mari”.

Just the other night, Mak remarked that the challenges of being a mother is never ending - from day one until she exhales her last breath, only it varies in forms and manners.

Imagine those mothers in the old days.

Back in the days with no water or electric supply in the house, what more microwave oven, fridge, blender, washing machine, vacuum cleaner or dishwasher. No disposable diapers, prepared sauces and flavorings, frozen meals or canned soup.
Back in the days when they never heard of child psychologists, motivators or family counselors.

Imagine their physical strength – to do all the water fetching, wood cutting, spices grinding, sambal pounding, cooking, washing and cleaning from dawn to sunset. And they had to wake up in the middle of the night too – to change diapers, nurse the baby, calm a child who just had a bad nightmare, sooth the child who was down with fever…

Imagine their emotional and mental strength – nurturing and catering the differing needs of kids from various stages – newborn, toddlers, schoolchildren and young adults - all simultaneously.
Sometimes they even took in their young grandchildren under their wings.

Imagine their spiritual strength – for despite all their never ending hard works, the same mothers could find time for long solat (as against 'touch-and-go' ones like many busy mothers resort to nowadays – and I am no exception), for pre-dawn heartfelt zikir, and to patiently teach their own children how to perform solat, to read the Quran and some basics of Islamic teachings.

I only have two kids right now and already I feel so overwhelmed at times.
I don’t know how I am going to survive after Mak goes back and Mak is returning to Malaysia in less than a week time.
Huzaifah is as active as ever, paying little attention to his Ibu’s pleas not to do this or that.
Humaidi could not be left alone for long before he starts crying.
Humaidi’s diaper leaks also mean additional hand washing as laundry now need to be rinsed thoroughly first before being dumped in the washing machine.
Cooking had to be done in the early morning before Huzaifah wakes up.
Any writing or reading has to be done when I could find time to do so in between trying to console a wailing Humaidi, preventing Huzaifah from endangering himself with his aksi lasak, maintaining a livable home and looking like a respectable human being…

So, to console myself, I imagine the hardships that mothers in the old days had gone through.
And I quickly count my blessings as I remind myself that I am in no position to moan.
At all.

Dah habis pantang dah...

My pantang was over last Saturday.

I started the day with having an egg sandwich with a mug of tea – two no-no food/drink during confinement.

Since the weather was splendidly-oh-so-sunshiny yesterday, I decided to take Mak along with baby Humaidi out shopping while hubby took care of Huzaifah at home. Mak wanted to buy some souvenirs and she had expressed her desire for a return trip to “that big 100 yen shop we went to last year”. The big 100 yen shop she meant is the 7-floor Daiso 100 yen hall in Funabashi, Chiba, which is about 45 minutes from our home by bus (to Asakusabashi) and train (JR Sobu line from Asakusabashi to Funabashi).

I did not bring the baby stroller to carry Humaidi, instead I asked Mak to help tying the knot for a traditional sling using kain batik. Hah, it’s very Indon like, if you ask me, but I like having my two hands free and not worrying about carrying the stroller up the stairs at the train station (there’s neither elevator nor escalator at Asakusabashi eki).

Right after we finished shopping, we went to a Tenya just across the road. Mak had jou tendon while I had a plate of mix tempura – prawn, squid, fish, pumpkin, eggplant and snap bean. All save for the fish were no-no food during confinement. Not to mention the free flow ice cold tea. The prawn tempura tasted especially delicious, perhaps because I’ve been tempted with prawns a few times before. The two big pieces of juicy ebi-furai for congratulatory meal in the hospital, the mouth watering sambal udang in Taj Mahal the previous week plus some home made sambal udang by Mak at home…

By the way, alhamdulillah, a thorough check by the gynae a month after Humaidi was born, confirmed that everything is fine with me. I miss not having any tukang urut or a traditional bidan around though, if only to get second opinion.

Humaidi too is growing well, alhamdulillah. He hasn’t gotten any immunization injection yet, but he has gained over 1kg since birth. He has learned to suck much better now compared to the first few weeks when I had to pump my milk for him. Unfortunately I am not producing enough milk to breastfeed exclusively, but so long as I get to feed him, I am not complaining. I already lost that connection with Huzaifah, so I really appreciate the opportunity I have right now.

Actually I am appreciating and re-appreciating a lot of things now that the confinement period is over- including a small pack of Green tea Haagen Dazs in my fridge waiting to be consumed soon after I post this entry…

The day Mak turned 60

Mak turned 60 on May 12th.

And due to a call from Rika-san the previous day, hubby was free from teaching obligations that day. He initially thought of treating Mak and I for a birthday dinner, but since he was free for the day, he made a change of plan…

So he led us to a day out in the park – at Shinjuku Gyoen.
Hubby had a blast taking photos here and there – and it so happened that our visit coincided with the opening day of LOHAS Design Award 2007.

Mak had a back ache – from all the running in her attempts to catch up with Huzaifah.

I had a lot of quiet moment with Humaidi, sitting under the roofed arbor, munching on castellas, wishing hubby would hurry up so that we could go back early and Mak could pray Asar at home as per her request before we left home. Oh, and I met one obaasan who also happened to live in Asakusa but went for a walk in Shinjuku Gyoen. She asked me to try out Hibiya Koen on another day, since it's also a splendid garden, or so according to her.

If anyone would like to visit Shinjuku Gyoen, I would suggest doing so during Sakura season for hanami, or in autumn for momiji. It’s pretty ordinary during late spring/summer - lots of greens and nothing much else, except for some varieties of roses in the French formal garden area.

Despite Mak’s pleas to go back early, hubby insisted on visiting the Greenhouse, which we did. I’m quite relieved we did so though because only after visiting it we realized that the huge Greenhouse would be closed for renovation beginning May 14^th and only would be reopened in 2011. (Most of the plants found there could be seen in Malaysia, but we seldom get to enter a greenhouse though...)

We left the park at almost 3.00 p.m, by which time the adults were all hit with the 3 Ls – Lapar, Lenguh and Letih. Huzaifah was already dozing off in his stroller, while Humaidi was sleeping rather peacefully in my arms.

Hubby called Brother Harun, who acts as chef at his own restaurant, Taj Mahal in Matsudo, in advance to let him know that we would be coming – a lot early for dinner, but a little late for lunch. Brother Harun is a regular attendee for Jumuah prayer at Asakusa mosque. I had been to Taj Mahal once before and was treated to a nice supper. On that occasion, Huzaifah even broke a glass, but Brother Harun refused to accept any payment for neither the meal nor the broken glass. We said that we would like to visit his restaurant another time, but he must accept our payment the next time.

Right after we exited the train at Akasaka Mitsuke station, to change from Marunouchi to Ginza line, hubby exclaimed that he had forgotten his knapsack on the overhead rack in the train. I rushed to the station’s Lost and Found office, quickly reported our loss, hoping that we would be able to retrieve it as soon as possible.

After getting some details from me – the color of the knapsack, the brand, the content, which coach we were in, which side of the coach – the person in charge called Ochanomizu station, asking the person there to look out for it. The efficiency of Japanese customer service was proven yet again, for it was less than 10 minutes before I overheard the call confirming that the bag was found in Ochanomizu. I was then advised to go to there since the person in charge was waiting for me to come and claim my bag.

So, instead of going to Ueno to catch another train to Matsudo, we had to detour to Ochanomizu first. Not long after we entered the train, Humaidi woke up and demanded to be fed. Since both his feeding bottles were in the temporarily missing bag, I had to ask hubby to act as a shield as I tried my best to sorok-sorok breastfeeding my hungry baby. Lucky for me, when they are on board a train, most Japanese tend to be either very occupied with their handphone/reading materials or asleep, and those who are neither tend to be rather zombie like, staring ahead until they reach their station without turning around much. Thus I did not receive any lecherous grins or improper attention at that time.

Huzaifah too woke up just as we were about to exit the train in Ochanomizu, and badly needed a diaper change as his pants were already wet. So, while hubby gave him a change of clothes, I quickly went to claim the lost bag, leaving Mak with hubby and kids. After confirming that the found bag was mine, the content intact and filled in some form, I joined my family, just in time to board the train heading back the way we came from. Since we were in Ochanomizu, we decided to change to Hibiya line at Ginza. Instead of stopping at Ueno, we exited at Kita Senju and boarded a Joban train there to Matsudo.

It turned out that Brother Harun had prepared special dishes for us when we reached there. Mak and I had been looking forward to having nan and tandoori, but what we were served was that and so much more.

For appetizer, we were served gado-gado and tomato sauce spring rolls.
For main course, we were served seafood nasi goreng, sambal udang, vegetables fried with minced beef, Bengal-style fried fish, tandoori chicken, dhal curry with white rice and nan.
We had yummy yoghurt topped with real strawberry, kiwi and banana slices for dessert before finally we were served chai.

Ok, for the record, I didn’t eat the sambal udang, nor any of the ‘angin’ veggies, but I just couldn’t resist the chai. Besides, I figured since it was brewed with “warm spices” - cinnamon, ginger and cloves - surely it couldn’t be bad for a mother in confinement period. Ehcheh... Honestly, since my first sip of the distinct chai there months ago, I was simply hooked, and I have always been a teh tarik lover anyway…

The meal was lovely – and really felt special as exquisite dishes were served one after another. Mak asked hubby if he had ordered in advance, to which he admitted that no, he did not order anything in advance, that it was all to Brother Harun’s credit. We felt like we could not thank him enough; he even went the extra mile to prepare ‘nusantara’ dishes which were never listed in his Indian restaurant’s menu.

When we finished the meal, hubby went to the cash register but Brother Harun adamantly refused to receive any payment. He insisted on it being his gift – for Mak’s birthday as well as a belated congratulatory dinner for me on Humaidi’s birth. (He even asked me to bring Mak there again before she returns to Malaysia, for yet another treat.)

So that's the story of the day when Mak turned 60…

If you want to be fair...

"Let's not ask Barbara Walters about how a Muslim woman feels.
Let's not ask Tom Brokaw how Muslim women feel.
Let's not ask CNN, ABC, Fox
Let's not ask The London Times or The Australian Times
Let's not ask non Muslims about how Muslim women feel, how they live, what are their principles, what are their challenges.
If you want to be fair, ask a Muslim woman...
Ask a Muslim woman that knows her religion, who has a relationship with her Creator, who is stable in her society, understanding her responsibilities, her relationships.
Ask her.
And after that, I think you should be fair, and you don't need to ask someone else...
But the problem is, no one really wants to ask Muslim women"

Sheikh Khalid Yasin during a talk on "True success of Life"

10, 20 years ago

My birthday was last Thursday. A non-event if you asked me, what with me still being in confinement period and all. Mak made ‘birthday lempeng” for tea, but hubby promised a birthday treat for both of us on Saturday, Mak’s 60^th birthday. Ayah just turned 60 the previous Saturday, on 5^th May, when Humaidi turned a month old (and had to see a doctor because his temperature was a bit high. Huzaifah too had to be brought to the clinic because of high temperature – alhamdulillah, they are both okay now).

I received two parcels this past week. One was from Malaysia, containing 20 extra large cotton diapers meant as kain bedung for Humaidi. The other parcel was from ICOJ President and his family. It contained a birthday card, some new clothes for Huzaifah and Humaidi and a 2000 yen voucher. Seems like this year, my birthday presents are really meant for my children, but I am happy. And especially happy when Humaidi – who was not sleeping well the previous night due to probably gassy tummy - was given a clean bill of health by Watari-san, the public nurse who visited us on my birthday to check on him.

Anyway, birthday meant another year gone, and shorter time left for me on this earth – so I have thought of how things, personal views and perspectives have changed for me in the last 10, 20 years. Here are some of my thoughts:
On writing
At 12, my short composition was published in the school yearbook
At 22, my articles had been published in the New Straits Times and The Star, and I had my own column in a bi-monthly (or was it monthly?) publication albeit with a small distribution.
At 32, my rants and ravings are published only on my blog.

On marriage
At 12, not wanting to repeat the failure my biological mother was in her marriages, I had resolved never to marry.
At 22, I had came to accept that we are different people and that kind of failure is not necessarily inherited
At 32, I am quite positive that we are different.

On education
At 12, I never thought I was going to be a law student in a prestigious school in the UK
At 22, I was struggling to get a law degree with honors in Leeds University.
At 32, I am pleased to admit that I got a law degree from Leeds University.

At 12, I never really thought about education further than, errr SPM maybe…
At 22, I thought of getting my MA by the age of 30, and maybe get my PhD by the age of 40
At 32, I am still struggling to finish my MA (while many of my friends are currently pursuing their PhD)

On career
At 12, I never dreamed of becoming a lawyer
At 22, I knew I wasn’t cut to be a practicing lawyer
At 32, I am happy I am not a lawyer

At 12, I wanted to be an archeologist
At 22, I wanted a job with a decent pay after graduation (and prayed hard for it because it was during the recession)
At 32, I am no way near being an archeologist, but am content with my current job.

On being a worthy person
At 12, I wanted to be someone “berguna”
At 22, I just knew I was going to be someone “berguna”
At 32, I hope I am actually “berguna”, not merely "kena guna" (because sometimes being a machai could be really frustrating especially when you have lousy leaders and you have to follow them because doing otherwise is not an actual option)

On savings
At 12, I saved up for a Nittaku ping-pong bat
At 22, I saved up for a tour around Europe
At 32, I am saving to help the family get rid of some debts and after that, perhaps for a car

On travel
At 12, I had wanted to visit USA so bad (that I even fabricated stories about my “trip” in the USA, based on stories I heard from my aunts and uncles who studied there)
At 22, I had wanted to visit Hong Kong and China so bad (partly to visit Muslims there, partly because I was a Hong Kong drama fan, partly because Hong Kong was the home of Aaron Kwok)
At 32, I want to go to Makkah and Madinah first and foremost, travel elsewhere but I don’t mind not going to USA at all

On photography
At 12, I had no idea of the joy in taking pictures
At 22, I loved taking pictures (Mak kept complaining that I was spending too much on photos)
At 32, I am married to someone who loves taking pictures even more than me (sometimes he get so carried away with it that he just abandoned other tasks at hand)

On ice cream
At 12, I loved ice cream, especially aiskrim mangkuk
At 22, I loved ice cream, especially McDonald’s hot fudge sundae served with hot apple pie (they don’t serve it that way in Malaysia though)
At 32, I love ice cream – and can’t wait for my confinement period to be over so that I could indulge in a cup of Haagen Dazs – or better, a treat at Cold Stone Creamery.

Bag of Potatoes

Found this one as I was browsing through old e-mails and thought it's worth sharing...

"One of my teachers had each one of us
bring a clear plastic bag and a
sack of potatoes. For every person we'd
refuse to forgive in our life, we
were told to choose a potato, write on it
the name and date, and put it in
the plastic bag. Some of our bags, as you
can imagine, were quite heavy.

We were then told to carry this bag with
us everywhere for one week,
putting it beside our bed at night, on
the car seat when driving, next
to our desk at work.

The hassle of lugging this around with us
made it clear what a weight we
were carrying spiritually, and how we had
to pay attention to it all the
time to not forget, and keep leaving
it in embarrassing places.

Naturally, the condition of the potatoes
deteriorated to a nasty slime. This
was a great metaphor for the price we pay
for keeping our pain and heavy
negativity.

Too often we think of forgiveness as a
gift to the other person, and
while that's true, it clearly is also a
gift for ourselves. "

-Author Unknown