Thursday, December 18, 2008

Canon 920IS Ixy 新登場! (photo added)





I was on the train on Sat playing around with and admiring my new baby when I saw the ad above my seat. Thought that was damn cool! Had another picture with me holding my camera next to the ad, but of course that wasn't taken with IT, but my boyfriend's not-so-cool Canon camera. This explains why I don't have the picture with me now.

Turns out that it wasn't really by chance that I was sitting in a train with ads of my new golden (not just gold, but CHAMPAGNE gold :0 ) possession, because my eyes have not been able to escape similar ads when I take other trains - 宇都宮線、山手線 & 埼京線 so far! Canon's running a Xmas ad campaign for this newcomer so my precious is not going to be so special for long...boo hoo!

I'm gonna be a rock star!


The boy may wanna be a rock star...I just wanna learn how to work those babies on his left - the congas! ARgh...viva Cuba!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Why not Yokohama?





Yokohama - my second choice of placement on the JET program. I made the choice in Dec 2004 while applying for that program. I had no idea what Yokohama was like, but I remember someone (maybe my ex-Japanese boyfriend?) saying that it's a very nice place. And every time I go to Yokohama (my third time now), I'm always hit with a pang of not being able to live here. 

Would I be happier in Japan if I were not living in Tokyo, a place that I really detest except for the easy access to many things foreign & spoilt-for-choice shopping?

On a side note: there are other photos on flickr too!

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

二回目in日本



Knowing that my parents aren't fond of Tokyo (neither am I), I planned two day trips out to Kanagawa (since they were only here for the weekend) - Yokohama & Kamakura. 

Kamakura was a first for me too, as I didn't think it would be interesting. A 5-day trip to Kyoto/Nara/Osaka & 4 days of temple touring in 2006 has scared me off from visiting temples for life. But luckily, Kamakura has other things to offer other than temples - the beach, quaint European-ish little shops & beautiful beachfront apartments that prompted me to daydream of owning something like that one fine day. 

More photos in flickr

Friday, November 21, 2008

Precious moments

Little Taro & even littler Kimi. Always nice to see a big brother cuddling his little sissy! Awww....

Wish I was there personally to capture such a precious moment, but this was actually sent to my company by one of our colleagues on maternity leave. 

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Ugly duckling


I know they're swans (correct me, if I'm wrong), but my brain keeps forming the word, "duck", "duck", "duck" ...quack. Perhaps, the story of the ugly duckling is too deeply entrenched in my mind. But the story here ends on the contrary as beautiful swan has lost its glory & became the ugly duckling...thank god, I was never a swan to begin with. :0

Fiery season




Definitely not fiery in terms of temperature now. I wonder why leaves turn red or yellow in autumn. There must be a very simple scientific reason, of course. Don't remember if we've ever learnt in in science class, as autumn foliage is unthinkable & unspeakable in Singapore.

My theory? The leaves light up in passion because they know their moment will be up soon and since they have to leave, they're going to do it in style! 

Always reminded of the Korean drama, "Autumn Story" at such a sight...

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Night with Cuba



Attended a son party (what is son?) with my salsa members at a ballet studio owned by a Cuban ballet dancer (or ex-dancer?) in Akabane last Sat. And was insistingly forced to take part in the impromptu solo contest with my other salsa members by our teacher & made a laughing stock of myself.

I'll let my photos do the talking in "My Captured Memories" (flickr).

Thursday, October 23, 2008

No longer know

what dreams are made of...
what passion feels like...
how much love is left (or was there any to start with)...
what life's purpose is...
if i know anything except that i don't.

Monday, October 20, 2008

In 子供の国...




...there are kids galore. And they come in all ages, sizes & colours.

Spent a lazy afternoon picnicking at the 子供の国公園 in Gunma on Sunday. Everyone brought at least a kid and toys & games to play, except us.  Well, I was the kid then - a kid at heart. The only thing we played was at the サイクル広場 where we cycled for about 5 mins on the monorail...

More photos on flickr.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Mt. Takao



Travel reviews by the experienced don't lie. I really have to thank the blogger who recommended taking the chairlift (エコーチェイリフト)or cable car (which is really a funicular - trust the Japanese to come up with a misleading name! ) for the not-so-strong hearted halfway up before walking up to the summit. Because when we skipped the rides on our way down, we realised that it'd be impossible for ME to climb up 599 m high without any help. By the end of almost barreling down the mountain with little control over your gravity for over 40 mins, it was enough for me to throw in the towel and rest me poor feet.

Other photos to be uploaded soon on flickr & facebook...

Saturday, October 11, 2008

When clouds go



Cold mist in the morning then it stopped. When it did, the sky commandeered wispy white clouds to take over. But the sky decided enough is enough & sent them trailing away...

Hope the sky remains this way till tomorrow so that the visit to Mt. Takao can take place. If only I can send my cold away just like that...

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Filling up a blank space

Owing to my horrible cold that kept me captive at home since Sunday, I decided not to waste another day of unpaid leave by trying to squeeze any creative beetle juice I have. Turned out it's not easy as I thought. 

I can't draw. Can't paint either. I can't even draw a straight line or a pretty heart shape without ruining it. But for some unfair reason, I'm surrounded by many family members and friends who can draw or paint well. I can only say the reason must be to mock me for my less than exemplary skills with a pencil or brush. Throw in the markers & crayons too.

Why am I not creative in that area? I didn't used to mind at all, I wasn't one for art classes when I was in school. There's something I have against art education at school. Art should be cultivated & encouraged. It shouldn't be made into a subject that can be taught. Let alone be critiqued by ONE teacher and thrown into a pile of categories of meaningless alphabet letters. And not shockingly enough, I've never had the honour to be bestowed the letter that starts the word, "Achievement" on my report card for Art. 

Of all the extra-curricular classes my mum could have sent me to when I was a little girl - ballet, piano, or drama etc - she chose to put me in an art class which I dropped out pretty soon. I don't even remember anything there. Except for the lousy feelings of not being a very bright kid at filling a piece of white paper with the images in my mind. The images are beautiful in my air balloons, but tend to look very different when they have to be forced out by my hand.

But now with the advent of blogging, my jealousy horns have popped out & couldn't stop growing whenever I see my talented friends showcasing their lovely illustrations, designs or paintings. I want to fill my blog with things I created with my own hands too. So that led me to try out two free drawing softwares: Inkscape & Tux Paint for children.

I had a go at Inkscape first but found it too difficult to work. Navigating through the functions certainly requires some knowledge of a graphic design student or designer. So I aborted the program to try the next one with some shame. Because it's for children, I doubt I could come up with anything that would be near satisfactory. True enough I didn't. But I wouldn't blame it entirely on the program; after almost two decades I still found difficulty with filling up a blank space with anything except for scribbles that were scrawled out from frustration & creativity block. 

After a few feeble attempts that would even put a baby to shame, I did manage to come up with something. It was two snow-capped hills submerged in the sea - home to two little penguins. And there is a story: 

Dark grey clouds were looming over the hills, with one particularly ominous black cloud just above the taller hill. The cloud broke and guess what happens during a thunderstorm? Lightning strikes. And unfortunately, the penguin with the bad karma who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time was jolted by the lightning & ended up with a charred bottom. The cuckoo, who was flying above (her lucky day) saw the dangerous flash breaking from the clouds in front of her, managed to escape by turning back. Moral of the story: 

luck is unpredictable

A picture paints a thousand words. If I'd managed not to lose my drawing (that looks like it belongs to a five-year-old) by not knowing how to save it properly, I wouldn't have to humour myself by coming up with a story like this...

At the end of the day, I still haven't achieved my goal of filling up my blog space with something I created myself. But maybe it's for the best because it would hurt to hear people thinking, 

"She really can't draw". 

Sunday, October 05, 2008

Cramped life in a 1DK




Been a year but it'd never occurred to me to showcase the little box I'm living in. Only 4 people have seen it in it's being lived condition & I intend to keep it that way forever. Forever means until I have the means to move to another place.

Rather embarrassed to reveal my small & messy la casa. But I'm not a messy person - only when I'm busy. But this place is too small & lacks storage space. So things spill out. Things do that when they have to compete for space. So it's not the owner's fault because if she had a bigger flat, everything would be picture-perfect, fit for a photo-shooting in Home & Decor (erm...only if it's a place that she bought, not rent....sorry).

If things turn out well, the "hoping to be ex-owner" of this place might just find herself in a place like this by summer next year:


fingers crossed...



Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Get my life back

Head in a clutter now. Had an "inspiration" to write about cold autumn rains a day ago when it was raining continuously for a few days without any relent. But as it is, I didn't have the time and the weather has thankfully cleared up to reveal the very much missed blue skies and sunset pinkish clouds above my head today.

Ah yes, my cluttered head. I've been thinking...thinking...thinking. My life needs to be reorganised and in some areas go under a total revamp. I have no idea what I'm doing with my life now. It's lacking a purpose & full of mess. 

Things that require attention:

- Find a lost dream. I've woken up from that dream & find myself stuck in reality now. Dream has flown away while I'm stuck in a limbo state of mind.
- Learn Japanese again. Since I started this job, I haven't given any attention to the language that opened the doors of Japan to me. I also blame it on my motivation, which has dropped to an all-time low.
- Move to a new place. A 1DK of 27 square metres is not enough for me and the things necessary for me to live a decent & fashionable life.
- Sleep early & wake up early. My half-hearted New Year's Resolution every year that I never fail to not realise it.
- Further my studies. Been thinking about it for a long time, but not sure what I want to specialise in and unfortunately I can't finance it. Where can I find a sponsor......
- Leave Japan someday. I'll miss it when I leave her despite my bitching about this country that once so captured me. I might even regret it. But maybe, just maybe, it's time to find the next place to dock or hopefully to anchor myself at.
- Learn new things that will benefit & enrich my life - TCM, meditation...
- Think about my current relationship: where is it leading?
- Plan how to make my finances grow - will I be able to afford my own place or support a family in the future?
- Go to sleep now because I've a more than 12-hr day tomorrow & need to wake up at 5:30


Thursday, September 11, 2008

Who am I?

It's been more than a week since I'm back and will be less than a week before I've to fly back again. What am I flying back to? And if I do choose to stay, what is holding me back? Which is reality to me? What matters to me most? These are the questions that I will often battle with whenever I'm home.

I have many many complaints about Japan (especially Tokyo as I live and work there) and the Japanese. I find fault with their overpopulation, their hard-to-crack civilness towards people they don't really know, their obsession with work, their materialistic girls and narcissistic or egoistic men. The list goes on & on.

But when I come back, I am reminded that I have my complaints about Singapore and the Singaporean "race". Why are the toilets so dirty? Don't they have any respect for public amenities and the next person using it? And despite being so well-travelled, why haven't people realised (or perhaps nobody cares) that the right side of the escalator should be kept clear for people to pass through? Why, despite our high education system which is 99% taught in English - our once called first language (but now strategically referred as the working language by our Government in their efforts to promote Singaporeans to learn our mother tongue well and not to forget our roots), - do we sound like we're no better off than our neighbours whose English is only their second or even a foreign language? Why do we sound like Ah Bengs and Ah Lians? Why why why? My grievances, unlike those I have against the Japanese, go deeper as they come with a tinge of embarrassment and a huge inferiority complex.

I know I sound very mean & unpatriotic for thinking these of my fellow citizens, which inevitably includes my family and friends. Am I saying that they are or I'm not good enough compared to the world? And who am I comparing ourselves to? The Japanese? The West? I suspect that I'm just trying to find a diversion for the inferiority I feel towards our language and culture when living overseas. If I could blame it on the environment in which I was brought up and my compatriots, maybe then I could distance myself away from my own identity. I could say to myself: They are very Singaporean, but I'm not. 

But I've realised this trip back that I'm very Singaporean too, not because I possess the negative traits commonly attributed to us (I still believe I'm pretty well-mannered and rather cosmopolitan compared to the average Singaporean), but because I'm comfortable in my own skin when I'm back. I'm a different person when I'm overseas or with foreign friends. Not saying that I put up a false front when I'm with them, but it always does require a little effort to be different or should I say more similar to them. I'm comfortable as a Singaporean with only Singaporeans because I can finally be free of the shackles that restrain the little Singaporean girl in me. But the Singaporean girl in me will never fully be visible in front of people that aren't like her until the day I can say I'm proud of being Singaporean.

I hope I won't anger my family, friends or any Singaporeans who happen to visit by lashing out at our identity. I'm just trying to rationalise what I feel and it's not easy living with it.

As for the answers to the questions I have, I haven't found them. I wonder how many visits it'd have to take me to find them. 


Friday, August 22, 2008

Updates on Mr. Monkey

If you're interested to find out the outcome of Mr. Monkey who thought it'd be fun making a surprise visit to Tokyo Metropolis all the way from Koganei, check this out.


Hint: he runs faster than the policemen!

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Catching terrorists with a net?

I've heard a few stories about how a little monkey can outwit bigger and supposedly more intelligent human beings like us, but it was the first time today that I was so close to that monkey.

I was at Shibuya station on my way to work, minding my own business & trying not to let other people get in my way so that I could at least arrive at the office less than 5 minutes late. As I approached the flight of steps to go down, I saw a crowd of curious passerbys surrounding probably the whole unit of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Force (hah....I just made the name up to make it sound important) and reporters equipped with microphones & video cameras waiting for something below. 

I walked past slowly trying to figure out what was happening. Terrorism was the first thing that crossed my mind. Suicide the second. Or another killing massacre? But there wasn't any action except for the police shouting at everyone not to block the passage & to keep on walking. And in the middle of all the non-action was a huge green net. I looked up expecting to see something, but all there was was the glass-roofed ceiling. Nothing worth getting excited about.

Reminding myself that I was going to be 5 minutes late for work, I left the scene behind thinking to myself: what the hell is going on? 

When I reached the office, I heard from my colleague - There's a loose Japanese (or snow) monkey in Shibuya station. Damn & I failed to spot that monkey!

See if you can spot it for yourself. WARNING: The video is of poor quality though.




Friday, July 25, 2008

The Beauty of Nature (with a bit of help :p )





The 七滝(nanadaru) of 河津(Kawazu) in 伊豆半島(Izu Peninsular). To me, they are the seven wonders of Izu because I'd never seen such beautiful waterfalls in my life. I know there are falls more majestic & dynamic than those here, but they're enough for me now. Looking at the torrents of clear, blue-green water swirling & crashing down ironically gives me a sort of peace - finding stillness in motion. I'm grateful to be able to witness the beauty & find joy from nature's gifts. And it didn't even cost me a cent - unless you count the cost of travelling there as a fee. 

More photos uploaded in "My Captured Memories".

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Do a little good

Not really sure what I'm aiming to do here...perhaps it's just to bring attention to the plight of many Cambodian kids who are too poor to go to school and try to get people to do whatever they can - be it devoting your time or money - to help those who are in need. 

Myself ? I've decided to make monthly donations to this organisation - Baby Tree Projects so that the kids are able to get access to good health care and an education because every kid deserves it. The amount is nothing worth mentioning, but I guess it'll help to make a difference in some children's lives. 

Why now? The poverty problem in Cambodia definitely isn't a new revelation to me. So why did I only want to start helping now? Watching a feature programme on kids who have to work in the dumps was one of the triggers when I saw how a 14-year old girl is deprived of school because she has to support her family after her dad got ill. Her younger brothers & sister get to attend school, but being the eldest, she has to make the sacrifice. Owing to that, she cannot write her own name or count change when she goes to do her daily grocery shopping. When first asked what she dreams to be in the future, she said that such a dream didn't exist for her...

Of course the most important catalyst is the desire to help make a change. Feeling sad & sorry doesn't do anyone any good. I feel sad & sorry for people who are unfortunate easily, but what good does it do for anyone, other than me feeling a tinge of pride that I'm a sympathetic person? I don't think I can be proud of myself when I'm not lifting a finger to help someone in need. Making donations doesn't really even require any effort from me. 

Do a little good. That's what I'll try to work for for now. Do things with small steps & focus on the present.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

S** in the City





My initial birthday plan was actually very innocent & perhaps even childish to some - to go to DisneySea to celebrate our birthdays. Not that I'm a Disney fan at all, but why not since I've only been to Disneyland & Sea is supposed to be more for adults. But all because of the false weather forecast that it was going to be pouring all day on Sat, our plans were foiled & went into a direction that tipped the end of the innocent scales - try a love hotel!! But hey, I wanted to go to a spa but was vetoed vehemently & that's another indoor place that can shelter us from the rain. Ok, and it was also to kill my curiosity of the novelty of love hotels. They're almost everywhere & mentioned in travel guidebooks or talked about by foreigners living in Japan on their blogs. You can't fault me for being the curious cat, can you?

I approached the search of a love hotel like I would a normal hotel. First, we did some research on the net to see where you can find a place that's most condensed with the hotels. Actually, that was a no-brainer because many people know there's a place in Shibuya  - Dougenzaka. Then it was to marvel or get excited by looking at the room pictures. Some cool web sites have them categorised into different themes - like neojapaneseque, Moroccan style, Jungle or Underwater etc. But then, you experience a mild heart attack at the prices. After recovering from the attack, you learn that you have to be more realistic & look at the more ordinary rooms that would not burn a hole in two pockets. Actually, I don't think most Japanese people would even bother researching online because 1) you can't reserve (that's what I heard) & 2) it's on a first come first serve basis. 1 & 2 sound like the same to me...no?? 

Then it came to the physical search on the day itself. It was in the day & I could see everything & everyone clearly at Dougenzaka. And people could see us very clearly too. Oops, didn't realise how embarrassing it can be to be caught shopping for a love hotel. It was hard to be discreet because I was stopping & checking out the exterior of each hotel & even taking photos of some. But hah, that could be a wonderful cover - to pretend to be a tourist fascinated by the concept of such hotels. Then I saw the first couple who jumped out of one of the hotels. The guy looked like he should eat more & shave; the girl was pretty normal looking. They seemed happy & I couldn't stop grinning that I actually caught them coming out of a love hotel.

Next, more couple sighting. They were entering or leaving the hotels. Most of them didn't linger. They stopped for a moment briefly, looked at each other (some didn't) & just popped in. I was the complete opposite. I lingered outside to look at the prices, check out the decor & then went in to look at the room pictures & came out again to go into another hotel because I was unsatisfied by the normal looking rooms. I combed the whole area, careful not to miss any hotel that I thought was affordable. Others could see us going in & out & whispering about the rooms. All the time, I was thinking this is so embarrassing but hilarious. We laughed at every couple we saw in that area. I'm sure they must had be laughing at us too. 

Now, it's to uncover the secrets of love hotels & dispel their myths:

Secret No. 1: If the room pictures are lighted, they're available. If not, it means that people are ahem.....

Secret No. 2: When you walk along the corridor & see a light on the sign above the door, it means the room is empty.

Secret No. 3: Nobody asked us for an ID. That means even if you're underaged, you can probably slip through the hands of law. Don't think that's a good thing...ok, I'm quite preppy.

Secret No. 4: The reception will call you 30 minutes before the time is up. So if you don't want to sound weird on the phone, please get ready 35 minutes before.

Myth No. 1: You can't see the face of the front desk staff. NOT TRUE in some hotels. The one we went to had an obasan talking face to face with us. Another hotel had a man telling us, "Sorry, no pictures" without a screen at the reception. One other hotel had another obasan telling us to leave because we couldn't make up our mind right in our faces. Yeah, like I wanted to do business with her! 

Myth No.2: Love hotels are wonderful because they create the mood & come with entertainment like karaoke, jacuzzi, or funky disco lights. Our hotel room had no karaoke, no porn (what a relief!), no jacuzzi but a very ordinary dull looking bathtub, & still mood lights. Also the bed doesn't rotate! But what we had were the booming effects of music that you could feel & even adjust their intensity while on the bed. You can perhaps consider that therapeutic if you play soothing music from the sound system! If you want karaoke, jacuzzi & the works, please be prepared to pay more than ¥10,000 for 2 or 3 hours of "rest".

Finally, here comes my verdict of love hotels, or more precisely, the hotel that I went to: A little fun for a first-timer, but didn't live up to the hype. Would I go back again? Definitely not. Would I try another love hotel again? Probably not. The thought of the whole experience just tickles my stomach so much that I can't be "romantic"......

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

What has my world become?

Ignorance is bliss. Sometimes I truly believe that & I kind of lived by that philosophy - I hardly read or watch the news, except for the 'Life' section of The Straits Times, which talks about the arts, entertainment & plain gossip & trivia about celebrities. That was in the past. Now, I try to keep up with the news because I can't appear ignorant in front of my corporate students.

The main reason for not being interested in keeping up with current affairs & the news is simply the lack of interest. Yah, I guess it makes me sound like a bimbo. The other reason is because news depresses me, like today. Well, actually, I've been quite upset since May, but knowledge of the incident today was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Before I could watch the evening news on TV today, I caught wind of the unbelievable killing spree that happened in Akihabara on Sun afternoon from one of my students. A Japanese man in his mid-twenties from Shizuoka rented a two-ton truck, drove to Akihabara, rammed into innocent pedestrians, crashed his vehicle & got out to stab those that he knocked over & other horrified passerbys. Within a matter of minutes, the sick man killed 7 & seriously wounded 10 people. He even posted messages on an Internet bulletin board detailing the lead up to his killing rampage. And all these happened at a place that is just 30 mins away on train from me. In Akihabara, for god's sake, a place that I've been to a few times on Sundays for after-performance-salsa parties. To think of that place covered chillingly in the blood of the victims on Sunday, June 8.....

And not so long ago, I heard of a man stabbing two women, a man pushing a stranger onto the train tracks thus killing him, and a woman assaulted, dismembered with her body parts flushed down the toilet by her male neighbour. Domestic news - all happening in Japan. And then, more devastating news of the hundreds & thousands of people who lost their lives in the cyclone in Myanmar & the 7.8 magnitude earthquake in Sichuan. 

I don't know if I'll sleep well tonight with all the thoughts of death & violence in my mind. What kind of world are we living in?

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Singapore Dream - not for me

Joyceln Woo, one of the co-writers of the essay behind the box-office hit and international award winning local movie - Singapore Dreaming, couldn't have expressed what I've been feeling all these years but couldn't articulate or express my thoughts concretely, let alone in words so well that I've to post this extract on my blog.

You wake up everyday and work from Monday to Friday, and often, Saturday too. If you finish work early, you and your partner go to your parents’ place for dinner and see your child for a few hours. If you work late, you buy a packet of char kway teow from the hawker centre but eat it at home because it’s too warm to eat there. You’re not crazy about the job but you know that if you keep at it, you can afford a car in 3 years’ time, and in 5 years’ time, buy a condo close to the primary school you want to send your kid to. Your conversations with people are either for the purpose of networking, work, or for familial obligations you cannot avoid. On weekends, you play golf with your friends at your country club or watch a movie with your partner. Once a year, you go on a ten day vacation to New York, London, or Paris, and when your children are big enough, Disneyland.

Alternatively, you wake up and you have no idea what is going to happen today, tomorrow, 6 months or a year later. Ironically, because of this uncertainty, all possibilities exist for you. You can be the Prime Minister of Singapore, you can make a movie, you can cook a meal you have never cooked before, eat at a place you have never eaten before, you can color your hair red, you can skip instead of walk, you can volunteer at the school you have always wanted to volunteer at, you can write a book, or you can have a baby even though you don’t have a maid. You have conversations with people who set your heart palpitating and your mind on fire. Your weekday is not so different from your weekend because everyday you are thinking, creating, and more important, imagining.

I've abandoned the Singapore Dream a few years ago when I decided to leave to come here, much to the dismay of my family. And there hasn't been a time when I've had the chance to meet anyone in my extended family that I wasn't asked - when are you coming back to Singapore? As for my mum, needless to say, she'd ask me that question at every opportunity. However, much as I tried to explain the reason why I don't want to go back (I might in the future - I don't know), it fell on deaf ears, for which I perhaps have to bear half the responsbility due to my very inarticulate ramblings on why being abroad is better despite the occasional angst & loneliness.

But now I've finally found the missing jigsaw pieces to my mosaic feelings - in Joyceln's words, so beautifully expressed, so simple but reflecting (almost) everything that I feel about not wanting the Singapore Dream - the Singapore plan actually if you really look at it like Colin Goh did.

What dream am I pursuing now? Seriously, I've no idea. But maybe it doesn't really matter does it, as long as it's a dream?











Sunday, May 25, 2008

Girls' night out at a French restaurant




What happens when you go out with a beautiful bunch of girls, especially when they're foreign looking like April & Allison?. You get the manager of the restaurant to come up to you and say you're beautiful with a starry look in his eyes (slyly directed in disguise at the belle of the group - Allison). Not only that, we were asked our names & origins, signalled out to the rest of the patrons when the manager went up to the front to give an operatic performance in Italian & Japanese (did I mention that it was a 3-course French dinner with live piano & vocal performance - charming). Also, a free drink at the end of our courses, but nothing beats the special attention we got! 

Design Festa 2008

                                                                                  Showing off my edited photos on my newMacBook

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

End of Golden Week - Back To Work :(










Why do good times always have to fly? The four-day Golden Week Holidays that I'd been waiting for (was sneaking peeks intermittently at the May month on the office calendar) will be gone by midnight today!! Arrgh...

As my "loving" boyfriend ditched me to go to New York with his guy friends from back home, I spent the holidays catching up with friends and pampering myself with a visit to the hair salon & shopping! Lots of Japanese would choose to go overseas or travel domestically during this season (although it costs about twice or triple the normal price!), but I chose to stay in Tokyo and contribute a little more to the metropolitan city's economy & lift my spirits materially...hah. Nah...it was only another pair of shoes & some sundries!

To take away the gloom of having to start work again tomorrow, I had lots of comfort food at the so called "Golden Party" at E-chan's place. She made pizza, lasagna, pork patties & a tofu salad. And we (Natsu-kun, Aya & I) also bought a cheese cake (in my hands), which didn't look or taste like one - it was actually just cream cheese that tasted absolutely scrumptious & light! It was a good pig-out and a quiet and relaxing event to finish off Golden Week...

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Dance performance in March at 森下文化センター


初登場です。My first salsa performance on stage in March. I'm actually quite embarrassed to put this video up because looking back at the recording now, my dancing was pretty half-hearted. I was OK, but that was it - a very mediocre performance. Why is it that some people can move so naturally & with grace and style to music? Ah, but it was all in good fun since I'm not a professional anyway - I dance because I love it! We always have to remember that practice makes perfect and experience hones you in whatever you do. 頑張ります!

PS I'm uploading only one clip because unfortunately for you, I don't want anyone to notice my mistakes in the others and take the mickey out of me! :p

Monday, March 31, 2008

From white to pink

Just last month, we were covered in whitish, dense snowflakes for a few days, but now a different colour has surreptitiously evolved to take over the white, the bleak, and the cold...yes, GOODBYE to the cold. Welcome Spring! 春ようこそ。



My little Buchan, who's in Japan for her spring vacation, is in a spring mood too. And adding to the blooming pink here & there in Tokyo, Buchan rejoices in her bright pink hoodie and her love for anything pinkish - a basket full of bright red raspberries (she's already thinking of summer!).