Ouch, my body aches. I guess I really need to get myself into a better shape. I hope the adrenaline rush in my muscles would not only help boost my emotions, but also bring back the once fit body I had during my days in high school. The hour long walks on the thread mill do remind me of my daily walks with Rajiv. *Sniff* I miss all those wonderful things.
Anyways, enough of my whining and complaints. I am off to the airport now to pick up Susan and Elisa. I have a rough image of what the coming days will be like, but I will try to be on my best behavior and usher in the new year with, at least, some smiles, even though it is in Hong Kong. (Well, you should have figured it by now that apart from Japan and maybe Korea, I have very little interest in anything that has any current associations with China.)
I have my bags packed, but I might still change my mind. *Slap on the wrist* "Come on, Suemae. Have some fun spirit in you. It will be fun, just like the good old days when the JS Division girls went to Cameron Highlands. Good fun, remember?"
I will be back by Wednesday. If you need me, contact me at my cell. Otherwise, have a happy new year wherever you are.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Thursday, December 27, 2007
A Change of Focus
I find myself back at square one last night not being able to sleep, but eventually did after the ordeal of tears. I got up this morning and told myself that this just has to stop. Changing the focus of how terrible things are and could be, I will be getting curtains today.
I do not recall sharing much about my apartment hunt, so let this entry be one that shed light upon the housing situation here in Macao. With the rise of many new casinos, real estate prices has doubled or tripled in the past 2 years. It was rather difficult to find a decent apartment according to the allowance given, but I was shown 4 apartments before I made my decision of the one I am living in now.
Option #1 was really close to the office, but there is just something about the dark hallways and back kitchen that was not appealing to me. It was a little pricey and small too. Option #2 had a spacious feeling once I stepped into the apartment and there was nothing to block the light and view before me. The view was the best among all the options but the furniture were shabby, and the main reason I said no was that the hallway was too smoky from the fumes of burning incense. The fire doors that are to be kept closed at all times just made it worse. I see myself coughing, sneezing, and teary eyed even while waiting for the agent to let me into the apartment.
Option #3 was not too fancy at first glance. However, while stepping into the building, I felt a nice breeze of fresh air coming from the miniature garden in the little opening of the building. The apartment was just renovated, and I guess I chose the place due to its potential after decorating and it has good air circulation around the place. Option #4 had a really beautiful kitchen, a large living space, and the rooms were nice. However, are contemplating the daily commute, I decided that I would not choose to travel close to 40 minutes on a crowded bus daily to and from work for the kitchen.
Oh yes, the transportation system here could be considered convenient to many. It has been a long time since I had been on bus commute like such. I think it was back in the days when I had to go to tuition (aka cram schools) in down town Kuala Lumpur before they had the LRT (train system). If you are from Kuala Lumpur, I reckon you can imagine what I am talking about.
Anyways, I will be getting my curtains today which means I get more privacy. Now, I can really unpack my stuff into the closet room next to the bedroom. No more worries about walking in a towel or less from the bathroom to the bedroom, or to my wardrobe. The apartment is still pretty much empty but I guess I would go out to get that rug and tableware tomorrow.
I do feel a little better than yesterday, but you know what helps? Is that someone come visit me as soon as my apartment is fully furnished and functional. I have been having strange thoughts of late, and although sappy and sentimental, I think it is not good for me to remain in that state. I guess I should not whine that much as people seem to think that I have almost what every young person would want at this stage of their life, but I would gladly trade them for a simple life doing what I want.
I do not recall sharing much about my apartment hunt, so let this entry be one that shed light upon the housing situation here in Macao. With the rise of many new casinos, real estate prices has doubled or tripled in the past 2 years. It was rather difficult to find a decent apartment according to the allowance given, but I was shown 4 apartments before I made my decision of the one I am living in now.
Option #1 was really close to the office, but there is just something about the dark hallways and back kitchen that was not appealing to me. It was a little pricey and small too. Option #2 had a spacious feeling once I stepped into the apartment and there was nothing to block the light and view before me. The view was the best among all the options but the furniture were shabby, and the main reason I said no was that the hallway was too smoky from the fumes of burning incense. The fire doors that are to be kept closed at all times just made it worse. I see myself coughing, sneezing, and teary eyed even while waiting for the agent to let me into the apartment.
Option #3 was not too fancy at first glance. However, while stepping into the building, I felt a nice breeze of fresh air coming from the miniature garden in the little opening of the building. The apartment was just renovated, and I guess I chose the place due to its potential after decorating and it has good air circulation around the place. Option #4 had a really beautiful kitchen, a large living space, and the rooms were nice. However, are contemplating the daily commute, I decided that I would not choose to travel close to 40 minutes on a crowded bus daily to and from work for the kitchen.
Oh yes, the transportation system here could be considered convenient to many. It has been a long time since I had been on bus commute like such. I think it was back in the days when I had to go to tuition (aka cram schools) in down town Kuala Lumpur before they had the LRT (train system). If you are from Kuala Lumpur, I reckon you can imagine what I am talking about.
Anyways, I will be getting my curtains today which means I get more privacy. Now, I can really unpack my stuff into the closet room next to the bedroom. No more worries about walking in a towel or less from the bathroom to the bedroom, or to my wardrobe. The apartment is still pretty much empty but I guess I would go out to get that rug and tableware tomorrow.
I do feel a little better than yesterday, but you know what helps? Is that someone come visit me as soon as my apartment is fully furnished and functional. I have been having strange thoughts of late, and although sappy and sentimental, I think it is not good for me to remain in that state. I guess I should not whine that much as people seem to think that I have almost what every young person would want at this stage of their life, but I would gladly trade them for a simple life doing what I want.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
A Wave of Uncontrollable Emotions
I slept in this morning, still in my dress clothes from the day before. I have been waiting for at least a phone call that might make everything better, but my cell phone did not ring at all. I stayed under the covers, reached for my book, and read it till the very end. The touching story brought tears to my eyes and I have never felt more alone.
It was about 1:30 when I finally got myself out of bed. I need to be in contact with someone, I need a shower, I need to get stuff off my mind. I packed my stuff for the gym and end up at the office as I missed my stop. Too lazy to walk to a proper restaurant or see anyone as I did not have any make-up on, I settled for instant noodles bought at the nearby supermarket.
I set up my computer at the office and was soon slurping away instant noodles as I check my emails. A close friend came online and we were soon chatting away. It was nice to hear from her again, but somehow the conversation had an adverse effect on me. It was not her fault, but it is just my natural reaction to the disappointments I have towards my past. I thought I have made a closure to my past, but it seems that the thoughts and action of this person still has a grasp on me, mainly because we are family. It would have been better if I had not know. There is some joy of being ignorant. I don't know; thus I would not be bothered to care.
Maybe it is because I am at the point in life where everything is a challenge and I simply hate it. All I want is for someone to understand and maybe, someone who I truly wish to see will be here to cheer me up. Tears started to flow and I find myself crying at my desk adding to the messy look I am already in. It was indeed a pathetic sight.
I am trying my best to regain my composure. It is about time I wrapped up at the office. I need a shower, and maybe there I will be able to gather up my thoughts. I tried picking up the phone to talk to someone, but due to the time difference, I might be intrusive and imposing. Time to be strong bunny. It is getting late, I had better go.
It was about 1:30 when I finally got myself out of bed. I need to be in contact with someone, I need a shower, I need to get stuff off my mind. I packed my stuff for the gym and end up at the office as I missed my stop. Too lazy to walk to a proper restaurant or see anyone as I did not have any make-up on, I settled for instant noodles bought at the nearby supermarket.
I set up my computer at the office and was soon slurping away instant noodles as I check my emails. A close friend came online and we were soon chatting away. It was nice to hear from her again, but somehow the conversation had an adverse effect on me. It was not her fault, but it is just my natural reaction to the disappointments I have towards my past. I thought I have made a closure to my past, but it seems that the thoughts and action of this person still has a grasp on me, mainly because we are family. It would have been better if I had not know. There is some joy of being ignorant. I don't know; thus I would not be bothered to care.
Maybe it is because I am at the point in life where everything is a challenge and I simply hate it. All I want is for someone to understand and maybe, someone who I truly wish to see will be here to cheer me up. Tears started to flow and I find myself crying at my desk adding to the messy look I am already in. It was indeed a pathetic sight.
I am trying my best to regain my composure. It is about time I wrapped up at the office. I need a shower, and maybe there I will be able to gather up my thoughts. I tried picking up the phone to talk to someone, but due to the time difference, I might be intrusive and imposing. Time to be strong bunny. It is getting late, I had better go.
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
The focus of the season is in celebration of the gift of love through the coming of Christ. And through this ultimate gift, many Christmas miracles that reflects of such love in humanity weave themselves into wonderful Christmas stories in the commercial and popular sense too. Being alone over here, I do not expect any gifts or Christmas highlights apart from those given to me in Japan.
However, I have received a good number of gift on Christmas Day, both of the physical and sentimental in nature. I met a new friend for breakfast. It was a breath of fresh air in many sense and I truly enjoyed the conversations shared. I was also given a present when I least expected. I am utterly grateful that a stranger decided to share a day off on Christmas buying me breakfast and giving me the company and comfort of a friend. Bless his heart.
I was late for the Christmas service at Morrison Chapel only because I have messed up the time. I was there for communion and shared the coffee hour. After that, I was off to my Christmas lunch. Since I had nowhere to go, I offered to help with the preparations. I was soon led by Brian and Chris(tine) to their wonderful home. This English couple has moved to Hong Kong years ago and retired to Macao. Their apartment was originally two units and now is one with two wings, East and West, with maybe rooms you can find in an English mansion: Living room, listening room, library, study, bedrooms, and an entertaining room/ballroom on the floor upstairs.
The kitchen was a battle zone as temperature rose with hiccups and accidents. There were a few awkward moments when I wondered was it a good idea for me to be there, after all, I do not know these people too well. But all was good when lunch was finally served. We had a good company of guests. Conversations were contributed by academics, the experienced of the medical and the electrical engineering field. We had turkey and popped Christmas crackers, put on Christmas party hats and shared a flaming Christmas cake! All the food and drinks lulled me to sleep soon after the 2 hour lunch was over. Just before I took my leave, we did presents. Even though I only prepared something for the host, I received gifts from almost all the guests. Hugs and kisses went around and the occasion was nothing but merry.
I made my way back to my apartment after sundown. I was telling myself that I need a slap on the wrist for not bringing a jacket with me. Even though it is not as cold as Japan, but I reckon it was around 15 degrees or less. I returned to my empty apartment, put on some carols and snuggled up under the sheets with my Christmas book, a novel of 3 stories from Richard Paul Evans. The night was peaceful and quiet.
What is Christmas to me, especially one when I am truly away in a foreign land? The joy of the season and celebration were only the memories that I have from the last few weeks in Japan. Trying hard to get accustomed to Macao, I was telling myself that I will be busy trying to get things rolling this week. Swell with mixed feelings, I am grateful that this day took me away from Macao. The people met and time shared with them was my Christmas gift, my Christmas miracle that will help me brave the new life I have over here.
God bless everybody!
However, I have received a good number of gift on Christmas Day, both of the physical and sentimental in nature. I met a new friend for breakfast. It was a breath of fresh air in many sense and I truly enjoyed the conversations shared. I was also given a present when I least expected. I am utterly grateful that a stranger decided to share a day off on Christmas buying me breakfast and giving me the company and comfort of a friend. Bless his heart.
I was late for the Christmas service at Morrison Chapel only because I have messed up the time. I was there for communion and shared the coffee hour. After that, I was off to my Christmas lunch. Since I had nowhere to go, I offered to help with the preparations. I was soon led by Brian and Chris(tine) to their wonderful home. This English couple has moved to Hong Kong years ago and retired to Macao. Their apartment was originally two units and now is one with two wings, East and West, with maybe rooms you can find in an English mansion: Living room, listening room, library, study, bedrooms, and an entertaining room/ballroom on the floor upstairs.
The kitchen was a battle zone as temperature rose with hiccups and accidents. There were a few awkward moments when I wondered was it a good idea for me to be there, after all, I do not know these people too well. But all was good when lunch was finally served. We had a good company of guests. Conversations were contributed by academics, the experienced of the medical and the electrical engineering field. We had turkey and popped Christmas crackers, put on Christmas party hats and shared a flaming Christmas cake! All the food and drinks lulled me to sleep soon after the 2 hour lunch was over. Just before I took my leave, we did presents. Even though I only prepared something for the host, I received gifts from almost all the guests. Hugs and kisses went around and the occasion was nothing but merry.
I made my way back to my apartment after sundown. I was telling myself that I need a slap on the wrist for not bringing a jacket with me. Even though it is not as cold as Japan, but I reckon it was around 15 degrees or less. I returned to my empty apartment, put on some carols and snuggled up under the sheets with my Christmas book, a novel of 3 stories from Richard Paul Evans. The night was peaceful and quiet.
What is Christmas to me, especially one when I am truly away in a foreign land? The joy of the season and celebration were only the memories that I have from the last few weeks in Japan. Trying hard to get accustomed to Macao, I was telling myself that I will be busy trying to get things rolling this week. Swell with mixed feelings, I am grateful that this day took me away from Macao. The people met and time shared with them was my Christmas gift, my Christmas miracle that will help me brave the new life I have over here.
God bless everybody!
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Christmas Weekend
My senses are pushed to the max and all I want right now is to be back in my comfort zone of where my loved ones are, at least, for Christmas. The madness continues as I continue to battle the "differences" of Macao. Trying to get to something familiar, I went to the closest Starbucks to get a gift for the company Christmas party and enjoy my grande gingerbread latte. I found myself walking to Wynn and a tiny Starbucks counter awaits me. The drinks and service are far from my expectation, not to mention really expensive for the local pocket. I am used to having 4 Starbucks in the same vicinity, but 4 is the number of Starbucks in the whole of Macao! Man!
This Christmas weekend did make me ponder a lot about what it means to me. Just when I thought that the retail therapy, shopping for stuff for my apartment that I do not have to pay for, was starting to cheer me up, something happened...
I was approached by 2 persons from Nanking telling me that they have lost all their money at the casinos and needed "assistance" for a meal and lodging, promising that someone will be coming to their rescue the very next day. To cut the long story short, these were swindlers. I obviously knew about it, but since it was the Christmas season, I wanted to be nice and believe that there is still good in people, especially these who I was dealing with. Furthermore, I wanted to run this little demented experiment of mine. The cost was rather expensive, but it did prove that I was right. In conclusion, I have decided to over play my foreigner card and refuse to speak any Chinese unless it is a life and death situation. Above that, let's just say that God loves China and the mainland Chinese. Even though I really dislike almost everyone of them that I have met (with exceptions to maybe 2), but because of my Savior who we celebrate his birth this season, I will love them too... but I can tell you frankly that I do not like them, not one bit at all. And, I will take it as an insult if someone calls me a Chinese and relates me to people of that country.
Anyways, it IS Christmas and I cam across this quote "You keep what you have by giving it away" by Marc Katz. Money has never been a big thing for me. But as much as I love to say I knew it I was right all along, I still wish to hold strong that there is good in everyone, but now, I will have my defenses really high for the Chinese and hope that I can be a better person to these people in the future.
On the other hand, I did manage to find a church to attend on the Christmas weekend. It was an Anglican church and it was nice to be in the midst of English speakers. It was a very small church in comparison with the Catholic churches around here. I reckon there are a few Protestant churches but I am not too sure whether they have any English services. At this moment, I just wish not to mingle with the locals. The service was fairly similar with TUC, formal and traditional for my taste. And the best thing is that I was invited for a Christmas lunch. I do look forward to that as the family were originally from the UK and have a strong affiliation with Hong Kong University. I reckon that the conversations shared would be fairly interesting and I get to train my ears to the British accent.
I moved into my apartment on Sunday and have set up my bedroom. I decided to use Christmas lights to my advantage and it would be a permanent feature for the warm ambiance. I also bought a big pot of poinsettias and they compliment the corner of my room. Almost everything about the room was pleasing except that it is still rather bare and has no curtains. I will have to bear with using my muffler and shawl for now. It is not that bad. I will be shopping tomorrow and all week for stuff... It will get better.
Merry Christmas!
This Christmas weekend did make me ponder a lot about what it means to me. Just when I thought that the retail therapy, shopping for stuff for my apartment that I do not have to pay for, was starting to cheer me up, something happened...
I was approached by 2 persons from Nanking telling me that they have lost all their money at the casinos and needed "assistance" for a meal and lodging, promising that someone will be coming to their rescue the very next day. To cut the long story short, these were swindlers. I obviously knew about it, but since it was the Christmas season, I wanted to be nice and believe that there is still good in people, especially these who I was dealing with. Furthermore, I wanted to run this little demented experiment of mine. The cost was rather expensive, but it did prove that I was right. In conclusion, I have decided to over play my foreigner card and refuse to speak any Chinese unless it is a life and death situation. Above that, let's just say that God loves China and the mainland Chinese. Even though I really dislike almost everyone of them that I have met (with exceptions to maybe 2), but because of my Savior who we celebrate his birth this season, I will love them too... but I can tell you frankly that I do not like them, not one bit at all. And, I will take it as an insult if someone calls me a Chinese and relates me to people of that country.
Anyways, it IS Christmas and I cam across this quote "You keep what you have by giving it away" by Marc Katz. Money has never been a big thing for me. But as much as I love to say I knew it I was right all along, I still wish to hold strong that there is good in everyone, but now, I will have my defenses really high for the Chinese and hope that I can be a better person to these people in the future.
On the other hand, I did manage to find a church to attend on the Christmas weekend. It was an Anglican church and it was nice to be in the midst of English speakers. It was a very small church in comparison with the Catholic churches around here. I reckon there are a few Protestant churches but I am not too sure whether they have any English services. At this moment, I just wish not to mingle with the locals. The service was fairly similar with TUC, formal and traditional for my taste. And the best thing is that I was invited for a Christmas lunch. I do look forward to that as the family were originally from the UK and have a strong affiliation with Hong Kong University. I reckon that the conversations shared would be fairly interesting and I get to train my ears to the British accent.
I moved into my apartment on Sunday and have set up my bedroom. I decided to use Christmas lights to my advantage and it would be a permanent feature for the warm ambiance. I also bought a big pot of poinsettias and they compliment the corner of my room. Almost everything about the room was pleasing except that it is still rather bare and has no curtains. I will have to bear with using my muffler and shawl for now. It is not that bad. I will be shopping tomorrow and all week for stuff... It will get better.
Merry Christmas!
Friday, December 21, 2007
Moving is Not a Simple Thing
How long would it take for someone to successfully and completely relocate?
It has been nothing like madness since my last entry. The air is still bad, it is like breathing with a carbon monoxide mask on. The food taste ok, although I might not have been at the best places for food and my stomach seems not to agree with the local cuisine. Close to no work has been done, and all I have been doing was literally running around to set up my apartment.
It has been nothing like madness since my last entry. The air is still bad, it is like breathing with a carbon monoxide mask on. The food taste ok, although I might not have been at the best places for food and my stomach seems not to agree with the local cuisine. Close to no work has been done, and all I have been doing was literally running around to set up my apartment.
Almost 2 days were spent looking for furniture and furnishing of the right price that could be sent as soon as possible. Since the peak season starts this weekend, the company is trying hard not to extend my stay in the hotel; thus, we are looking at me moving into my apartment this weekend with the bare minimum. If everything scheduled turns out as expected, I will be moving into a an apartment with only the bedroom furnished, a working bathroom with working shower and a heater, and a kitchen equipped with a stove, the cooking hub, and a fridge. I look forward to having a washing machine by Sunday too. (Well, I am not complaining that much as I mentioned that I do not want to spend Christmas in an empty apartment with just a mattress.)
My furniture and furnishing experience here was incredible. It is a wonder that most finished products in the world are made in China but such taste and quality has not rubbed off in the land of their origins. Almost every piece of furniture to the curtains I have seen were nothing but gaudy and loud. It would be simply proud to say that I can read a Chinese (typical China-man) well, but I can. Just because people who can afford to buy furniture and furnish their own place relates to does who can afford it (meaning that they are well to do enough) does not mean that everyone wants to flaunt their good fortune. The furniture were screaming to be noticed and the fabric and designs for curtains can be flashy enough for places where the sun does not shine.
I have looked at a few furniture pieces that look like they have been through a chop-shop-makeover with what seems like two different designs of a same category of furniture joined together: a bed with a country like headboard that ends with a modern design at the foot of the bed. (What is that?) Simple patterns and designs are considered out of fashion and obsolete. (Me?) And when I do find something that I like, for example curtains, they are so freaking expensive. Come on, you have to be kidding that it cost THAT much for plain colored materials with no prints!
Another thing I need to adjust is to the Macanese/Chinese time. In Japan, I can almost always expect people and deliveries on time, but no way that is going to happen over here. For the past few occasions, I see myself waiting for the delivery guy, the guy who is here for the curtain measurements, etc. So, I look forward (sarcastically) for my week ahead of waiting for the curtains to be installed, the Internet to be connected, and the rest of my furniture to come in. I do hope I would at least get a weekend in a fully furnished apartment around New Year or just before I start work on the 7th!
I feel much better knowing that things are slowly taking form and knowing that I have been shopping and will be living with things I like. I will keep you posted about my move and hopefully be able to post some before and after pictures of my apartments in the coming days.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
First Day of Macao
My exhaustion was still with me from the previous week and travelling as I was not able to sleep well. Bertha met me at the lobby and I found myself on a bus to the Macao immigration department minutes later. The air was still as bad and the smell was terrible. My morning was occupied by waiting with many immigrants mainly from China to submit needed documents and to receive my temporary work visa.
I stepped into the Macao office after 9 months since my first visit. Warm colleagues showed me to my place and I am now seated at a cubicle slightly smaller than my apartment in Tokyo. Behind me are full-length windows that looks over Dr. Carlos Assumpcao Park. On a clear day, I guess this 19th floor view is not bad at all.
After a dim sum lunch, Bertha and I were off again. We went to the bank and signed me up at the company gym to fill up time before we started our apartment hunt. Bertha had lined up a few apartments on the Macao Peninsular and Taipa island for me to choose. We spent the rest of the afternoon visiting 4 of the best apartments Bertha saw in the past week on buses, cabs, and on foot. By 6pm, I was so tired that all I wanted then was to be able to take a nice long bath, have a full body massage, and sleep for a day or 2 straight.
Bertha and I returned to the office and I managed to catch up on some important emails. I grab some dinner at the local diner to-go and went back to the hotel around 7. After dinner, I did some light reading, took a LONG bath and was in bed around 10:30. Hmm, at least I managed to get some stuff done and close to deciding on my apartment. With this, I guess I was able to get some sleep.
I felt much better this morning. Bertha came pick me up and we tired the morning commute and traffic to work form my preferred choice. I guess we can finalize on my new place today and will be out late afternoon to look at furniture. I can not change the weather/climate or the environment I am in, but being able to make choices sure helps. I will try to enjoy my stay at the hotel but look forward to moving into a place of my own soon. Hopefully by days of living out of a suitcase ends this weekend.
Macao in a whole looks like the areas of Pudu and Chow Kit back in Malaysia (but does not share the same crime rate, as I was told). Even though there are tonnes of Casinos around, but hey... Being brave, I guess all I need is time to get this.
I stepped into the Macao office after 9 months since my first visit. Warm colleagues showed me to my place and I am now seated at a cubicle slightly smaller than my apartment in Tokyo. Behind me are full-length windows that looks over Dr. Carlos Assumpcao Park. On a clear day, I guess this 19th floor view is not bad at all.
After a dim sum lunch, Bertha and I were off again. We went to the bank and signed me up at the company gym to fill up time before we started our apartment hunt. Bertha had lined up a few apartments on the Macao Peninsular and Taipa island for me to choose. We spent the rest of the afternoon visiting 4 of the best apartments Bertha saw in the past week on buses, cabs, and on foot. By 6pm, I was so tired that all I wanted then was to be able to take a nice long bath, have a full body massage, and sleep for a day or 2 straight.
Bertha and I returned to the office and I managed to catch up on some important emails. I grab some dinner at the local diner to-go and went back to the hotel around 7. After dinner, I did some light reading, took a LONG bath and was in bed around 10:30. Hmm, at least I managed to get some stuff done and close to deciding on my apartment. With this, I guess I was able to get some sleep.
I felt much better this morning. Bertha came pick me up and we tired the morning commute and traffic to work form my preferred choice. I guess we can finalize on my new place today and will be out late afternoon to look at furniture. I can not change the weather/climate or the environment I am in, but being able to make choices sure helps. I will try to enjoy my stay at the hotel but look forward to moving into a place of my own soon. Hopefully by days of living out of a suitcase ends this weekend.
Macao in a whole looks like the areas of Pudu and Chow Kit back in Malaysia (but does not share the same crime rate, as I was told). Even though there are tonnes of Casinos around, but hey... Being brave, I guess all I need is time to get this.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
The Macao Move
Today is THE day. Filled with mixed emotions, this bunny gathered up all she had (literally) and started her journey to Macao.
After preparing myself, I spent a cuppa with Ching Boi and Baileyna before making it to the office to bid my farewells to Mori-san. I was then off to the station for brunch with お母さん and had a great time together. Even though I was tired and lost my appetite, our first and last Starbucks together was nothing but meaningful. I am so going to miss her and everything close to me in Japan.
Grabbing my bags and drinking in my last moments at the place where I know as home for 4 years in the past, I boarded the bus headed for the airport. Sunil met us at the station and we shared hugs and last minute teases. I could not help but think to myself that everytime I bid farewell to loved ones in Japan, it has never really felt like it was the end. It has always been more like a "see you around" than a solid "goodbye." (Warm smiles) I have no idea when I will be back, but deep down inside, I know for sure we will be with each other again.
I arrived at the airport about an hour later, went to the collection center for my suitcase and moved to the check-in counter. Thank God for the extremely nice officer to did not charge me anything. (Phew!) I then did my final run through of my carry-on(s) and started on my blog entry as I waited for 2 hours until the plane was ready for boarding.
The flight was pleasant and I forced myself to eat for I needed the strength for the upcoming journey. After what felt like a less than 5 hour flight, the plane landed at Hong Kong International Airport earlier than I expected. With the extra allowance in time, I decided to switch my travelling plans of taking a ferry from the airport to taking one from the downtown ferry terminal to avoid the 3 hour wait. I wondered whether it was a smart idea.
I lugged my huge suitcase and heavy carry-on(s) onto the express train that leaves the airport to downtown Hong Kong. The ride lasted about half hour and I then jumped on a cab to the ferry terminal. Since Hong Kong is not totally English friendly, I was left to tackle my luggage and the ferry by myself with waiting periods that could be avoided. Nevertheless, I was on the ferry to Macao and arrived an hour earlier than planned. I was on a cab (again) and found my way to my hotel arriving around 10:45pm local time. Within 8 hours, I have been through 4 immigration check points, and have been on different modes of transportation via land, air, and sea.
As soon as I stepped out for the ferry terminal at Macao, my image of Macao hit me exactly the way I imagined it. Since I was totally exhausted, I did not like whatever I was facing at all. The air stank of a polluted dock, humidity and haze burdened the air causing me to find difficulty in breathing. The cab driver was on the other polar of service standards in comparison to those in Japan. HE MADE ME LOAD ALL MY LUGGAGE BY MYSELF!!! He was rude and drove around with the windows open. Soon, I was sneezing and was in need for an oxygen mask. Thank God the night was saved by the beautiful hotel room at that awaits me.
So, Round 1 between Macao and the bunny. Since I was tired, I decided not to put the points for Macao in the negative. Thank you for all your prayers, I arrived safe with less hassle than when I expected for the worst. A new chapter begins.
After preparing myself, I spent a cuppa with Ching Boi and Baileyna before making it to the office to bid my farewells to Mori-san. I was then off to the station for brunch with お母さん and had a great time together. Even though I was tired and lost my appetite, our first and last Starbucks together was nothing but meaningful. I am so going to miss her and everything close to me in Japan.
Grabbing my bags and drinking in my last moments at the place where I know as home for 4 years in the past, I boarded the bus headed for the airport. Sunil met us at the station and we shared hugs and last minute teases. I could not help but think to myself that everytime I bid farewell to loved ones in Japan, it has never really felt like it was the end. It has always been more like a "see you around" than a solid "goodbye." (Warm smiles) I have no idea when I will be back, but deep down inside, I know for sure we will be with each other again.
I arrived at the airport about an hour later, went to the collection center for my suitcase and moved to the check-in counter. Thank God for the extremely nice officer to did not charge me anything. (Phew!) I then did my final run through of my carry-on(s) and started on my blog entry as I waited for 2 hours until the plane was ready for boarding.
The flight was pleasant and I forced myself to eat for I needed the strength for the upcoming journey. After what felt like a less than 5 hour flight, the plane landed at Hong Kong International Airport earlier than I expected. With the extra allowance in time, I decided to switch my travelling plans of taking a ferry from the airport to taking one from the downtown ferry terminal to avoid the 3 hour wait. I wondered whether it was a smart idea.
I lugged my huge suitcase and heavy carry-on(s) onto the express train that leaves the airport to downtown Hong Kong. The ride lasted about half hour and I then jumped on a cab to the ferry terminal. Since Hong Kong is not totally English friendly, I was left to tackle my luggage and the ferry by myself with waiting periods that could be avoided. Nevertheless, I was on the ferry to Macao and arrived an hour earlier than planned. I was on a cab (again) and found my way to my hotel arriving around 10:45pm local time. Within 8 hours, I have been through 4 immigration check points, and have been on different modes of transportation via land, air, and sea.
As soon as I stepped out for the ferry terminal at Macao, my image of Macao hit me exactly the way I imagined it. Since I was totally exhausted, I did not like whatever I was facing at all. The air stank of a polluted dock, humidity and haze burdened the air causing me to find difficulty in breathing. The cab driver was on the other polar of service standards in comparison to those in Japan. HE MADE ME LOAD ALL MY LUGGAGE BY MYSELF!!! He was rude and drove around with the windows open. Soon, I was sneezing and was in need for an oxygen mask. Thank God the night was saved by the beautiful hotel room at that awaits me.
So, Round 1 between Macao and the bunny. Since I was tired, I decided not to put the points for Macao in the negative. Thank you for all your prayers, I arrived safe with less hassle than when I expected for the worst. A new chapter begins.
Monday, December 17, 2007
3rd Advent Sunday
Hope is the theme of this advent weekend. There are times when my faith seemed to waver in various aspects of daily living, but it is the hopes expressed in many ways seem to brighten up my day. Caffeine helps too.
Plans mentioned in my previous blog came to pass in their own special way. I was done with packing and sending off my stuff past noon and I made my way to Ueno to meet up with Ching Boi and Marie. I spent some quiet time enjoying Ueno Park before the girls joined me. We enjoyed our zoo visit where Marie had a fun time understanding my native, mother, and national tongue and language, Ching Boi likes reptiles, and I had a good time looking at the jackass penguins.
After spending about 2 hours at the zoo, Ching Boi and I jumped on the trains to Yokohama for Jewel’s Christmas presentation. It was the first time I had to buy tickets for a Christmas production. What I found most intriguing is how Charles Dickens’s “Christmas Carol” is presented with Japanese nuances. It was really strange for me. Nevertheless, I enjoyed Jewel’s passion in the musical. I am still stuck on deciphering Japanese language and culture in the production. Ask me another time for it is a long story in itself.
I ended up spending the nights at Jewel’s even though I did not plan to and found myself catching the 5:58am train back to Tokyo the next morning. Rushing back to my apartment for last minute packing and straightening out the place, I was done way before my expectation and had time to grab a grande gingerbread latte from Starbucks after placing my stuff in the coin locker at Omotesando. I enjoyed my last Sunday at Tokyo Union Church saying my goodbyes to close friends and my beloved high school group.
Thank you, TUC! You are my home church away from home.
Richen visited TUC with Baileyna, and I brought them for a Thai lunch at Shibuya. After lunch, we moved to Suidobashi to meet Sunil. We were surprised to see a huge “manga community” there. These were serious dressers from almost every anime produced. There was a convention, it seems, and it was a “feast” for the eyes. Sunil and I split from the group and went on the highest coaster in Japan, “Thunder Dolphin.” I screamed all the way and it helped released all the pent up emotions within me that were accumulated in the past month. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! It was great!
The entourage of 4 made our way back to CNT after collecting my stuff at Omotesando. The evening was wrapped up with a wonderful dinner shared between Sunil and I. Although I was dead tired and my guts still shifting from the ride, it was a wonderful Sunday. Now, all I have to face is the great move tomorrow. Oh boy!
Plans mentioned in my previous blog came to pass in their own special way. I was done with packing and sending off my stuff past noon and I made my way to Ueno to meet up with Ching Boi and Marie. I spent some quiet time enjoying Ueno Park before the girls joined me. We enjoyed our zoo visit where Marie had a fun time understanding my native, mother, and national tongue and language, Ching Boi likes reptiles, and I had a good time looking at the jackass penguins.
After spending about 2 hours at the zoo, Ching Boi and I jumped on the trains to Yokohama for Jewel’s Christmas presentation. It was the first time I had to buy tickets for a Christmas production. What I found most intriguing is how Charles Dickens’s “Christmas Carol” is presented with Japanese nuances. It was really strange for me. Nevertheless, I enjoyed Jewel’s passion in the musical. I am still stuck on deciphering Japanese language and culture in the production. Ask me another time for it is a long story in itself.
I ended up spending the nights at Jewel’s even though I did not plan to and found myself catching the 5:58am train back to Tokyo the next morning. Rushing back to my apartment for last minute packing and straightening out the place, I was done way before my expectation and had time to grab a grande gingerbread latte from Starbucks after placing my stuff in the coin locker at Omotesando. I enjoyed my last Sunday at Tokyo Union Church saying my goodbyes to close friends and my beloved high school group.
Thank you, TUC! You are my home church away from home.
Richen visited TUC with Baileyna, and I brought them for a Thai lunch at Shibuya. After lunch, we moved to Suidobashi to meet Sunil. We were surprised to see a huge “manga community” there. These were serious dressers from almost every anime produced. There was a convention, it seems, and it was a “feast” for the eyes. Sunil and I split from the group and went on the highest coaster in Japan, “Thunder Dolphin.” I screamed all the way and it helped released all the pent up emotions within me that were accumulated in the past month. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! It was great!
The entourage of 4 made our way back to CNT after collecting my stuff at Omotesando. The evening was wrapped up with a wonderful dinner shared between Sunil and I. Although I was dead tired and my guts still shifting from the ride, it was a wonderful Sunday. Now, all I have to face is the great move tomorrow. Oh boy!
Saturday, December 15, 2007
The Packing Dilemma
Here comes my favorite complaint, "I HATE PACKING!!!"
I wrapped up my final day at the Tokyo office yesterday. I was hoping that I would be able to get the regular workload done, clean out my desk, and say my proper farewells; however, things never really go the way I wanted whenever there is the last minute rush. Nevertheless, it was great as the 500yen Korean lunch party enjoyed their last meal together. We had an unexpected guest as I had a buddy emergency and invited Sunil, who was downtown then, to lunch with us.
Poor Sunil... Many hugs to you. I hope you cheer up soon.
After a rather uneventful Friday, I went home slightly earlier to start packing. Arrgh! I hope my days of living out of the suitcase will end by the end of the year, even better if it was before Christmas. I had never fully unpack contents of my suitcase since July 2! Even so, I wonder how did I manage to accumulate more stuff during the past few months. I know I am WAY beyond my weigh allowance. Do pray that there is some nice person who is willing to let me check in with them to share the baggage weight. (*Sobs (T_T) ) I just had my suitcase sent to the airport, and I reckon that would be close to 30kg. I have a travelling bag at the office stuffed with summer clothes and books, which I guess would be 15kg. I also have an extra box, hopefully less than 10kg)here waiting to be picked up by the local post office staff to be sea-mailed to Macao. Apart from that, I would still have to carry my laptop, important documents from work, and my weekend clothes to TCU on Sunday and out to the airport on Monday. Lucky me!
I am just beat right now and look forward to enjoying my last weekend here. I am going to meet Ching Boi and Marie at Ueno for lunch and possibly a trip to the zoo. Later, I will be heading over to Yokohama to watch Jewel's Christmas performance. Tomorrow, I will be leaving my current roof to Church, a day out at Suidobashi with Sunil, and then back to good ol' TCU.
If you do not hear from me again, I would deeply appreciate your prayers that my move to Macao will be smooth... pray for that kind family/person who is willing to check in with me at the airport on Monday....
Have a blessed weekend!
I wrapped up my final day at the Tokyo office yesterday. I was hoping that I would be able to get the regular workload done, clean out my desk, and say my proper farewells; however, things never really go the way I wanted whenever there is the last minute rush. Nevertheless, it was great as the 500yen Korean lunch party enjoyed their last meal together. We had an unexpected guest as I had a buddy emergency and invited Sunil, who was downtown then, to lunch with us.
Poor Sunil... Many hugs to you. I hope you cheer up soon.
After a rather uneventful Friday, I went home slightly earlier to start packing. Arrgh! I hope my days of living out of the suitcase will end by the end of the year, even better if it was before Christmas. I had never fully unpack contents of my suitcase since July 2! Even so, I wonder how did I manage to accumulate more stuff during the past few months. I know I am WAY beyond my weigh allowance. Do pray that there is some nice person who is willing to let me check in with them to share the baggage weight. (*Sobs (T_T) ) I just had my suitcase sent to the airport, and I reckon that would be close to 30kg. I have a travelling bag at the office stuffed with summer clothes and books, which I guess would be 15kg. I also have an extra box, hopefully less than 10kg)here waiting to be picked up by the local post office staff to be sea-mailed to Macao. Apart from that, I would still have to carry my laptop, important documents from work, and my weekend clothes to TCU on Sunday and out to the airport on Monday. Lucky me!
I am just beat right now and look forward to enjoying my last weekend here. I am going to meet Ching Boi and Marie at Ueno for lunch and possibly a trip to the zoo. Later, I will be heading over to Yokohama to watch Jewel's Christmas performance. Tomorrow, I will be leaving my current roof to Church, a day out at Suidobashi with Sunil, and then back to good ol' TCU.
If you do not hear from me again, I would deeply appreciate your prayers that my move to Macao will be smooth... pray for that kind family/person who is willing to check in with me at the airport on Monday....
Have a blessed weekend!
Thursday, December 13, 2007
I Don't Feel Too Good...
Arrgh!!!! I am close to ripping my hair out or banging my head against the wall. I feel extremely under the weather today. The sudden drop in tempreature made getting up this morning a bigger task than usual. Even so, I got my hinee off to work although I was running a little late. I took a look at myself in the mirror when I arrived at work this morning and I look hideous! (Throwing up....) Hmm, maybe if it stopped raining outside and started snowing might be able to cheer me up.
I had a late dinner at Osaki last night. I was on the platform of the Yamanote-line past midnight trying to get home before the last train. I saw this guy, obviously drunk, staggering on the edge of the platform with his friend and was being very loud. He laughing and having a jolly good time to himself. Soon he was standing around 2 meters away from me when the train came. For safety reasons, all commuters are adviced to stay behind a white/yellow line on the platform to avoid being hit by the train or fall onto the tracks. This guy was standing right a few inches from the edge and was enjoying the rush of wind from the passing train. He was enjoying himself so much and was drawn closer to the body of the train as it pass. Then, his head hit the train. Ouch! That has got to hurt really bad. He was still on his feet and recovered by rubbing his head, obviously not laughing anymore. Man! He could have been killed and they would have been a 人身の事故 right before my eyes. I am glad if all he suffers would be just a concussion.
The trains were extremely packed even though it was past midnight. The trains I was taking were filled with people just like the regular rush hour. It was past midnight. Where did all this people come from? I saw groups of drunk salarymen and individuals, and there was this small party of elderly ladies who caught my attention. Strange. I guess Tokyo is a place where people hardly ever sleeps. Salarymen are robots who will arrive home in an hour or so, go to bed, and get up in less than 5 hours to start the cycle again. Incredible. And whenever a person goes to a doctor here, if their symptoms could not be diagnosed of a familiar sickness, they will most commonly link it to stress. There is really no cure for stress unless the doctor gives you a prescription to take a week to a month off work. Fat chance of that happenning. So, the vicious cycle of working in a fast paced society.
I am stressed out, not because of my lifestyle here in Japan but the fact that I will be leaving it. Relocation issues can be a pain, A REAL PAIN.
I had a late dinner at Osaki last night. I was on the platform of the Yamanote-line past midnight trying to get home before the last train. I saw this guy, obviously drunk, staggering on the edge of the platform with his friend and was being very loud. He laughing and having a jolly good time to himself. Soon he was standing around 2 meters away from me when the train came. For safety reasons, all commuters are adviced to stay behind a white/yellow line on the platform to avoid being hit by the train or fall onto the tracks. This guy was standing right a few inches from the edge and was enjoying the rush of wind from the passing train. He was enjoying himself so much and was drawn closer to the body of the train as it pass. Then, his head hit the train. Ouch! That has got to hurt really bad. He was still on his feet and recovered by rubbing his head, obviously not laughing anymore. Man! He could have been killed and they would have been a 人身の事故 right before my eyes. I am glad if all he suffers would be just a concussion.
The trains were extremely packed even though it was past midnight. The trains I was taking were filled with people just like the regular rush hour. It was past midnight. Where did all this people come from? I saw groups of drunk salarymen and individuals, and there was this small party of elderly ladies who caught my attention. Strange. I guess Tokyo is a place where people hardly ever sleeps. Salarymen are robots who will arrive home in an hour or so, go to bed, and get up in less than 5 hours to start the cycle again. Incredible. And whenever a person goes to a doctor here, if their symptoms could not be diagnosed of a familiar sickness, they will most commonly link it to stress. There is really no cure for stress unless the doctor gives you a prescription to take a week to a month off work. Fat chance of that happenning. So, the vicious cycle of working in a fast paced society.
I am stressed out, not because of my lifestyle here in Japan but the fact that I will be leaving it. Relocation issues can be a pain, A REAL PAIN.
Overcoming Shock
A person would be considered a close friend (in contrast to "hi-bye" acquaintances or those who we share some common ground and interest) when he or she has been through and know how to handle me when I am in my mood swings, upset/angry/pissed off, and has seen me cry. (Well, I guess only those who are in the closest circle of friends who are like family has seen me cry.) I have a new one to add into my list, if you can handle me when I am in shock (with a situation, statement, encounter...), consider yourself a good and close friend. Am I exaggerating? No. I know I am a difficult person, and those who can truly handle me are blessed people with a BIG heart filled with patience, maturity, and love. I am always thankful for people like you as I was told that a person like me will never have friends. You guys rock!
With all that life has served me on my plate thus far, it takes A LOT to truly see a strong emotion on my face. Unless the situation are of the extreme, my facial expressions will generally be limited to the usual "Suemae look." (I have been making an effort in being more compassionate about how people expect me to express myself in a more "popular" manner. But hey, I have been exposed to quite a good share of ups and downs... I am trying to be more approachable in showing how I feel to your preference. [It sounds bad, but even though I do not show it, I understand how you feel.])
My verbal expression to the situation also depends on how much it bugs me. I have not been throwing any obvious tantrums since, possibly, I was 10. However, if you do not know by now, I do whine and complain very much. If you ask, be prepared that your ears would be sore for I will tell you exactly what I think or how I feel (with exceptions that I will read the situation and say what I think people can handle from me). Since I can not release the stress like the good old days of breaking a good sweat at Taekwondo or baking, let me let the steam out verbally. I try not to cuss that much, but I just need to get it out of my system, talk about it, etc. At times like such, the best thing you can do is just let me say whatever I wish. Do not try to tell me your opinions for it will only make the situation worse, and I might end up being annoyed at you. After I am done with the tongue lashing, I will be ok. Most of the time, there is very little I can do about the immediate situation, but I always accept how things are for the time being and make the most out of it with the following philosophy.
"There is always something to learn, improve on, and master (in any situation)"
"If it doesn't kill you, it only makes you stronger."
"It is only through the difficult times/things that I do not like, that I will truly learn how to appreciate the things I have/had."
As my big relocation day draws near, I am going to face a lot of things that I am not used to and am not going to like. You are warned.
I thank God for the few wonderful people He has gracefully given me who I know I can be just the way I am and share whatever with them. Anyone who wishes to understand me better are more than welcome to ask, I will try to behave myself by being not too much of myself for those who might not be able to handle the whole "bunny-package."
With all that life has served me on my plate thus far, it takes A LOT to truly see a strong emotion on my face. Unless the situation are of the extreme, my facial expressions will generally be limited to the usual "Suemae look." (I have been making an effort in being more compassionate about how people expect me to express myself in a more "popular" manner. But hey, I have been exposed to quite a good share of ups and downs... I am trying to be more approachable in showing how I feel to your preference. [It sounds bad, but even though I do not show it, I understand how you feel.])
My verbal expression to the situation also depends on how much it bugs me. I have not been throwing any obvious tantrums since, possibly, I was 10. However, if you do not know by now, I do whine and complain very much. If you ask, be prepared that your ears would be sore for I will tell you exactly what I think or how I feel (with exceptions that I will read the situation and say what I think people can handle from me). Since I can not release the stress like the good old days of breaking a good sweat at Taekwondo or baking, let me let the steam out verbally. I try not to cuss that much, but I just need to get it out of my system, talk about it, etc. At times like such, the best thing you can do is just let me say whatever I wish. Do not try to tell me your opinions for it will only make the situation worse, and I might end up being annoyed at you. After I am done with the tongue lashing, I will be ok. Most of the time, there is very little I can do about the immediate situation, but I always accept how things are for the time being and make the most out of it with the following philosophy.
"There is always something to learn, improve on, and master (in any situation)"
"If it doesn't kill you, it only makes you stronger."
"It is only through the difficult times/things that I do not like, that I will truly learn how to appreciate the things I have/had."
As my big relocation day draws near, I am going to face a lot of things that I am not used to and am not going to like. You are warned.
I thank God for the few wonderful people He has gracefully given me who I know I can be just the way I am and share whatever with them. Anyone who wishes to understand me better are more than welcome to ask, I will try to behave myself by being not too much of myself for those who might not be able to handle the whole "bunny-package."
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Tuesday Blues?
Man! What is wrong? Please do not tell me that Monday blues can seep into Tuesday too.
My left eye would not stop twitching. It is like it has a pulse of its own, drumming rhythms that is highly distracting. I have friends back home that would say that eye twitches are signs of bad luck. I am not superstitious and am stopping myself to even give it a second thought.
As usual, I found it tough to get up in the morning. The back of my right hand still hurts when my scar from scratch across the knuckles reopened the night before. Blood came running out from the deep cut which it has been a week now. I am tired from my attempt to pack last night and my thoughts are weighed down thinking about the possibilities of me going over my weigh limit.
I was close to missing my trains as I had a difficult time putting on my boots. While zipping up my left MNG boot, the zipper "handle" broke. Great! Nice pair of boots, although it has been with me for close to 7 years now, but I am not going to throw it away just because the zipper broke. The right one on the right boot broke 2 years ago but the problem could be rectified. I am keeping them.
No way am I going to let little things like such pull me down today. There is just too much to do and I really do not have the time to sit around and pout. Need to swing by the post office later. Be a big girl... They are just minor mishaps. There is no need to be blue about it. What else could go wrong?
My left eye would not stop twitching. It is like it has a pulse of its own, drumming rhythms that is highly distracting. I have friends back home that would say that eye twitches are signs of bad luck. I am not superstitious and am stopping myself to even give it a second thought.
As usual, I found it tough to get up in the morning. The back of my right hand still hurts when my scar from scratch across the knuckles reopened the night before. Blood came running out from the deep cut which it has been a week now. I am tired from my attempt to pack last night and my thoughts are weighed down thinking about the possibilities of me going over my weigh limit.
I was close to missing my trains as I had a difficult time putting on my boots. While zipping up my left MNG boot, the zipper "handle" broke. Great! Nice pair of boots, although it has been with me for close to 7 years now, but I am not going to throw it away just because the zipper broke. The right one on the right boot broke 2 years ago but the problem could be rectified. I am keeping them.
No way am I going to let little things like such pull me down today. There is just too much to do and I really do not have the time to sit around and pout. Need to swing by the post office later. Be a big girl... They are just minor mishaps. There is no need to be blue about it. What else could go wrong?
Blue Monday
I am so tired. It was really difficult to pull myself out of bed this morning. Although I planned to get up at 6 to finish up some packing since I put it off last night, I only got up an hour later and rushed through the morning as usual. Apart from the daily morning ritual of preparing myself, I prepared the bag of my other stuff to be brought to the office for the next person who will be visiting Macao to bring over for me.
Man! It would be a train ride to work with this bag with me!
There was so much to catch up at work today. Since I taken the day off on Friday, I had to catch up on matters that we unattended to since then. Expense reports, the apartment search, actual work, replying business emails, personal emails, and was working on my personal expenses. Phew! Since it is the last week I will be in the Tokyo office, there is so much to wrap up and plan for the actual move next week. My schedule for this week is almost packed with lunch appointments, dinner get-togethers...
Oh, just let me have the weekend to do the things I want to do.
I have never been good at farewells and goodbyes. My life has been pretty much unsettled for the past year and a half. I have no idea whether when will I be able to see the people I last bade my farewell to. Would it be just for now? A few months? Or even longer? Thinking about it made me blue. "Sure we will meet again!" I try comforting myself. "Yeah, the world is made smaller each day by the technologies available to us. It is just an air ticket away!" (Then comes the issue of money and sure hope that I am rich enough to do that as often as I can.)
Sigh!
Well, I am trying hard not to get too bogged down by it. A week passes in a flash. I had better stop whining and try to get some work done. The countdown begins.
Man! It would be a train ride to work with this bag with me!
There was so much to catch up at work today. Since I taken the day off on Friday, I had to catch up on matters that we unattended to since then. Expense reports, the apartment search, actual work, replying business emails, personal emails, and was working on my personal expenses. Phew! Since it is the last week I will be in the Tokyo office, there is so much to wrap up and plan for the actual move next week. My schedule for this week is almost packed with lunch appointments, dinner get-togethers...
Oh, just let me have the weekend to do the things I want to do.
I have never been good at farewells and goodbyes. My life has been pretty much unsettled for the past year and a half. I have no idea whether when will I be able to see the people I last bade my farewell to. Would it be just for now? A few months? Or even longer? Thinking about it made me blue. "Sure we will meet again!" I try comforting myself. "Yeah, the world is made smaller each day by the technologies available to us. It is just an air ticket away!" (Then comes the issue of money and sure hope that I am rich enough to do that as often as I can.)
Sigh!
Well, I am trying hard not to get too bogged down by it. A week passes in a flash. I had better stop whining and try to get some work done. The countdown begins.
Monday, December 10, 2007
2nd Advent Sunday
The themes of waiting and light marked my 2nd Advent weekend. My schedule this weekend was rather free and I spent time swimming in my thoughts.
I have never been good at waiting, or rather, patience has never been my strength. However, as the Advent season rolled in, I am slowly starting to see that what I am going through seems trivial compared to those who waited for a LONG time for the birth of a King and the Savior. By waiting faithfully the people were able to rejoice when the moment came when all everyone was looking for came to pass.
As much as I dread to leave Japan, I look forward to spending time with loved ones before my departure. I made a choice not to attend the company's Year End Party (忘年会) and it was a good choice as I was able to enjoy good times with friends in a relaxed and less flustered manner. I am not being anti-social with my colleagues; it is just that I enjoy working with them, but I would like to keep my sanity. I am not a big party fan; I would rather sit down and have some drinks with a few people of my choice where conversations of my taste would take place.
The music presentations at church on Sunday brought a different kind of peace and anticipation. I love the sound of hand bells. As they played a few Christmas carols, it brought out the sounds of Christmas with clarity and light. I felt a glow in my heart and it brightened how I felt inside despite what I have been going through of late. The Sunday school children had their Christmas pageant just before the service and I had fun sitting with Bethany and Kimmy. Aww, the kids on stage were simply adorable as they sang their hearts out. It was not perfect, but it was beautiful just as it was. My biological clock was ticking really fast. I cannot wait to have kids of my own with a brilliant mind, great hair, and mesmerizing eye color. Hopefully they would speak a few tongues with the most interesting accent. (Whoa, slow down woman. You are getting WAY ahead of yourself. There is just too much going on in your head with the resurfacing of ex-es who are married and people commenting on your English.)
Enjoying the rest of the day, I went back to my apartment to do laundry before meeting Sunil and Ashesh at Harajuku. It was a beautiful and relaxing day which was wrapped up with a nice dinner at LaPausa, my sort-of-favorite-place at Harajuku. Food and drinks at a reasonable price, they taste good, and at the location where my buddies and I have been spending the past 20 weekends together. Once again I count my blessings that I have wonderful people in my life.
With them close to my heart, things do not seem to be that bad after all.
I have never been good at waiting, or rather, patience has never been my strength. However, as the Advent season rolled in, I am slowly starting to see that what I am going through seems trivial compared to those who waited for a LONG time for the birth of a King and the Savior. By waiting faithfully the people were able to rejoice when the moment came when all everyone was looking for came to pass.
As much as I dread to leave Japan, I look forward to spending time with loved ones before my departure. I made a choice not to attend the company's Year End Party (忘年会) and it was a good choice as I was able to enjoy good times with friends in a relaxed and less flustered manner. I am not being anti-social with my colleagues; it is just that I enjoy working with them, but I would like to keep my sanity. I am not a big party fan; I would rather sit down and have some drinks with a few people of my choice where conversations of my taste would take place.
The music presentations at church on Sunday brought a different kind of peace and anticipation. I love the sound of hand bells. As they played a few Christmas carols, it brought out the sounds of Christmas with clarity and light. I felt a glow in my heart and it brightened how I felt inside despite what I have been going through of late. The Sunday school children had their Christmas pageant just before the service and I had fun sitting with Bethany and Kimmy. Aww, the kids on stage were simply adorable as they sang their hearts out. It was not perfect, but it was beautiful just as it was. My biological clock was ticking really fast. I cannot wait to have kids of my own with a brilliant mind, great hair, and mesmerizing eye color. Hopefully they would speak a few tongues with the most interesting accent. (Whoa, slow down woman. You are getting WAY ahead of yourself. There is just too much going on in your head with the resurfacing of ex-es who are married and people commenting on your English.)
Enjoying the rest of the day, I went back to my apartment to do laundry before meeting Sunil and Ashesh at Harajuku. It was a beautiful and relaxing day which was wrapped up with a nice dinner at LaPausa, my sort-of-favorite-place at Harajuku. Food and drinks at a reasonable price, they taste good, and at the location where my buddies and I have been spending the past 20 weekends together. Once again I count my blessings that I have wonderful people in my life.
With them close to my heart, things do not seem to be that bad after all.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Home for Christmas
If you feel comfortable to sleep in the living room, you are pretty much at home.
I woke up in the lazy fashion of a weekend this Friday morning and drank in the moment where there is nothing I am obliged to do for the day. Sleeping in the living room in the コタツ ("kotatsu"-table with heating that has covers in between the base of the table and the legs to trap the warm air, warming the bottom torso and legs when one sits in it on the floor) was warm and cozy. I was under the covers happy that it would be a day highlighted with closeness and familiarity. It was Christmas day at TCU. (Well, technically it was not, but since it is the last day of the exams and the semester, and it is the day when TCU holds their Christmas worship/chapel followed by the Christmas party and carolling, it was pretty much like TCU Christmas day to me.)
For after a long time now, I was able to enjoy time as it is. I took all the time I needed to prepare without haste, did a little shopping around the station area, and had a wonderful, fun and enjoyable lunch date. I then made my way back to school, stopping on the way to get some cake, as I was meeting Motoko for tea at her room. We talked and laughed and Megu-chan joined us for a while until I had to be at Chapel. I saw Ryou-chan a little flustered in the morning and soon found out that she was the chairperson of the TCU Christmas Committee. She asked me whether I knew anyone who was able to do interpretation for the Christmas Chapel as those who normally are on Chapel duty were either busy with tests or unavailable for the day. It has been a while since I did any simultaneous interpretation but offered to help her if she could not find anyone. So, instead of sitting in the front with everyone else, I sat in the cold little room behind the stage interpreting. Although it was not perfect due to the long absence of practice, I was told that I did better than I thought. Sure wished that George Nya and Ekpangi were there. They enjoyed listening to my chapel interpretations, but I was just as happy to know that Boinu, Hawaji-imam liked listening to my kind of Japanese-English interpretation of chapel.
After chapel was over, I managed to exchange greetings with Tenda-sensei who was leading the choir for the Christmas Cantata composed by him earlier. It was beautiful as usual. I will sure hate to see him go as I heard that he is planning for a second retirement. I caught Seth on my way out and we walked to the Dining Hall together catching up, finally, after my 5 months being in Japan. We soon brought each other up to date as I caught a few presentations by the students and faculty members at the TCU Christmas party. 皆元気だね～
I left the merry party making my way to the Kobayashis'. I knew that help would be appreciated and the Christmas mood came surging as I helped お母さん with preparations for the carolling party. (Yup, just like every Christmas I remembered whether it is back in Malaysia
with my family, alone but was invited to Mrs. Chew's, and other occasions... Warm smiles!) It was quite an evening as it was my first time ever cutting up avocados, busying myself with however I can help around お父さん and お母さん, I went out and joined the students singing carols in the cold, we then congregated in the warm living room, and the preparations for dinner continued with the joyful sounds of music and carols from the group... Singing, cooking, feasting, great conversation with close friends, what more can one ask for Christmas? Maybe there is! (Wide grins.)
The evening was made perfect with a nice walk under the stars. And after a close to grrreat day, I crawled back into the コタツ and was out like a light. Perrrrrr-fect!
Merry Christmas!
I woke up in the lazy fashion of a weekend this Friday morning and drank in the moment where there is nothing I am obliged to do for the day. Sleeping in the living room in the コタツ ("kotatsu"-table with heating that has covers in between the base of the table and the legs to trap the warm air, warming the bottom torso and legs when one sits in it on the floor) was warm and cozy. I was under the covers happy that it would be a day highlighted with closeness and familiarity. It was Christmas day at TCU. (Well, technically it was not, but since it is the last day of the exams and the semester, and it is the day when TCU holds their Christmas worship/chapel followed by the Christmas party and carolling, it was pretty much like TCU Christmas day to me.)
For after a long time now, I was able to enjoy time as it is. I took all the time I needed to prepare without haste, did a little shopping around the station area, and had a wonderful, fun and enjoyable lunch date. I then made my way back to school, stopping on the way to get some cake, as I was meeting Motoko for tea at her room. We talked and laughed and Megu-chan joined us for a while until I had to be at Chapel. I saw Ryou-chan a little flustered in the morning and soon found out that she was the chairperson of the TCU Christmas Committee. She asked me whether I knew anyone who was able to do interpretation for the Christmas Chapel as those who normally are on Chapel duty were either busy with tests or unavailable for the day. It has been a while since I did any simultaneous interpretation but offered to help her if she could not find anyone. So, instead of sitting in the front with everyone else, I sat in the cold little room behind the stage interpreting. Although it was not perfect due to the long absence of practice, I was told that I did better than I thought. Sure wished that George Nya and Ekpangi were there. They enjoyed listening to my chapel interpretations, but I was just as happy to know that Boinu, Hawaji-imam liked listening to my kind of Japanese-English interpretation of chapel.
After chapel was over, I managed to exchange greetings with Tenda-sensei who was leading the choir for the Christmas Cantata composed by him earlier. It was beautiful as usual. I will sure hate to see him go as I heard that he is planning for a second retirement. I caught Seth on my way out and we walked to the Dining Hall together catching up, finally, after my 5 months being in Japan. We soon brought each other up to date as I caught a few presentations by the students and faculty members at the TCU Christmas party. 皆元気だね～
I left the merry party making my way to the Kobayashis'. I knew that help would be appreciated and the Christmas mood came surging as I helped お母さん with preparations for the carolling party. (Yup, just like every Christmas I remembered whether it is back in Malaysia
with my family, alone but was invited to Mrs. Chew's, and other occasions... Warm smiles!) It was quite an evening as it was my first time ever cutting up avocados, busying myself with however I can help around お父さん and お母さん, I went out and joined the students singing carols in the cold, we then congregated in the warm living room, and the preparations for dinner continued with the joyful sounds of music and carols from the group... Singing, cooking, feasting, great conversation with close friends, what more can one ask for Christmas? Maybe there is! (Wide grins.)The evening was made perfect with a nice walk under the stars. And after a close to grrreat day, I crawled back into the コタツ and was out like a light. Perrrrrr-fect!
Merry Christmas!
Thursday, December 6, 2007
人身の事故…
Today, I was late for work. Even though there is no specific clock in time at the office, but I do try my best to get in before 10am. On most days, I will arrive at the office around 9:45am. Even if I do miss the Tama Express, I would still arrive at work just about 10. However, this morning I only stepped in the office around 10:20. Eesh!
I went through my grooming rituals as I prepared myself for work. Since I will be away for the weekend, I tried to pack my stuff as quick as possible as I only got out of bed at 8:15. I was pressing for time. I knew I will be missing the Tama express, but hope to get on the very next train out of Kyodo.
At the station, the trains were running a little late. I boarded the local train bound for Shinjuku that was supposed to depart at 9:33 at 9:36. Strange. On the train, an announcement was broadcasted that due to "human bodily accident" (in contrast to technical malfunction or rush hour overcrowding) that occurred at the Meiji-Jingu-Mae station at 9:34 on the Chiyoda line. All trains within the Chiyoda line has stopped its services.
Great, now I am so going to be late. I started thinking about other ways to get to work and decided to get off at Shimo-Kitazawa, get on the Ino-Kashira line to Shibuya, and change to the Ginza line there in order to get to Tameike-Sanno. At Shimo-Kitazawa, the crowd was incredible. People were literally packed into the trains by the staff on the platform. It was another encounter with orderly chaos which made me think that Wangsa Maju station rush hour condition back home seemed trivial. I refused to be pushed, shoved, and squeezed into the train and waited for the next one that came 2 minutes later. The situation at Shibuya was just as crazy. However, voices of disgruntled commuters escalated when they announced about 10:16 that the Chiyoda line has resumed its services.
Various thoughts has been running through my head as I made my detour to work. I kept thinking about "jumpers," people who jump in front of a train to commit suicide, whenever I am notified by the LCD screens at the stations about such incidents. Why do they do it during rush hour?
There is nothing good that comes out of committing suicide. Why make a foolish selfish act a nuisance to others? Choose another time or another method. Killing oneself in public is never a good sight and cause many to be traumatized by witnessing the event. The station staff need to get authorities to clean up the mess, and the family of the deceased will have to pay a fine or damages to the train companies. With the sudden disruption in the train schedules, commuters are pressing for time and cram themselves into trains which bring about discomfort in the passangers on the trains. I was having motion sickness and almost puked in the trains this morning.
I have noticed that there is an increase in "human bodily accidents" on the train lines these days. This week, I have noticed flashing LCD screens with such news twice. Accidents that fall under this category are not limited to those who intentionally jump on the tracks. but too real accidents where someone do fall on to the tracks by accidents or while drunk. However, I was told that such accidents escalates during the end of the year. Hmm, maybe people are just too stressed out with the end of the year, lonely for Christmas, etc.
Whatever that is bothering them, seriously, they need help.
I went through my grooming rituals as I prepared myself for work. Since I will be away for the weekend, I tried to pack my stuff as quick as possible as I only got out of bed at 8:15. I was pressing for time. I knew I will be missing the Tama express, but hope to get on the very next train out of Kyodo.
At the station, the trains were running a little late. I boarded the local train bound for Shinjuku that was supposed to depart at 9:33 at 9:36. Strange. On the train, an announcement was broadcasted that due to "human bodily accident" (in contrast to technical malfunction or rush hour overcrowding) that occurred at the Meiji-Jingu-Mae station at 9:34 on the Chiyoda line. All trains within the Chiyoda line has stopped its services.
Great, now I am so going to be late. I started thinking about other ways to get to work and decided to get off at Shimo-Kitazawa, get on the Ino-Kashira line to Shibuya, and change to the Ginza line there in order to get to Tameike-Sanno. At Shimo-Kitazawa, the crowd was incredible. People were literally packed into the trains by the staff on the platform. It was another encounter with orderly chaos which made me think that Wangsa Maju station rush hour condition back home seemed trivial. I refused to be pushed, shoved, and squeezed into the train and waited for the next one that came 2 minutes later. The situation at Shibuya was just as crazy. However, voices of disgruntled commuters escalated when they announced about 10:16 that the Chiyoda line has resumed its services.
Various thoughts has been running through my head as I made my detour to work. I kept thinking about "jumpers," people who jump in front of a train to commit suicide, whenever I am notified by the LCD screens at the stations about such incidents. Why do they do it during rush hour?
There is nothing good that comes out of committing suicide. Why make a foolish selfish act a nuisance to others? Choose another time or another method. Killing oneself in public is never a good sight and cause many to be traumatized by witnessing the event. The station staff need to get authorities to clean up the mess, and the family of the deceased will have to pay a fine or damages to the train companies. With the sudden disruption in the train schedules, commuters are pressing for time and cram themselves into trains which bring about discomfort in the passangers on the trains. I was having motion sickness and almost puked in the trains this morning.
I have noticed that there is an increase in "human bodily accidents" on the train lines these days. This week, I have noticed flashing LCD screens with such news twice. Accidents that fall under this category are not limited to those who intentionally jump on the tracks. but too real accidents where someone do fall on to the tracks by accidents or while drunk. However, I was told that such accidents escalates during the end of the year. Hmm, maybe people are just too stressed out with the end of the year, lonely for Christmas, etc.
Whatever that is bothering them, seriously, they need help.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Encountering Grace
Without the encounter of grace, I reckon I would have turned out to be a real pain in the neck and very much disliked by many. I would be arrogant and proud with lack of understanding or able to be compassionate to empathize or sympathize with others. Receiving help from others will be out of the question as it would be misunderstood as I am being pitied by others. My expectations and demands from others would be too high as I would think "If I can do it, anyone can" without considering the diversity in background and skills that each person brings to the table. I would be so full of myself and never able to appreciate what others have done for me.
I have no choice but to handle whatever the cards that are dealt to me. The process is not a bed of flowers most of the time, but I am thankful that I come out of the situation with an increase in maturity, skills sharpened, and/or talents discovered. Even though I know that challenges do me good, I can not help but hope in some way that I do not have to go through so much. I often am concerned that the stronger I become, the less I am able to empathize with others making me a stuck up pompous a**. (Hmm, maybe to some extent, I am.)
However, it is through the very challenging times that I am often broken down and understand that it is not always all about me and what I can do on my own. I am not an emotionless ice-queen who is able to take in merciless beatings of life without the support and encouragement of others. Even though there are many times when it does seem like I am all alone, but it is through the prayers, support, and encouragement of others, through every little conversation with people who are unaware of it most of the time, or through the gesture of kindness with a passerby that helps me sustain my sanity and focus in overcoming each obstacle thrown my way.
I often wonder whether anyone really cares about me. Being told that I am a rather difficult person, I hardly think anyone would like me just the way I am. But the fact is, there are people who care for me when I least expect it. "It sure feels nice when you have touched someone and you did not know about it," mentions a friend. Yes, it does. I guess being lost in my thoughts thinking otherwise is some form of humility that comes with the encounter of grace.
Grace. It is rather fascinating. I wish not to be pious but I invite you to discover this gift given to those so undeserving. I believe you can not separate love from grace, or the other way around. Certain things just go hand in hand and should be understood together in order to grasp the big picture.
I have no choice but to handle whatever the cards that are dealt to me. The process is not a bed of flowers most of the time, but I am thankful that I come out of the situation with an increase in maturity, skills sharpened, and/or talents discovered. Even though I know that challenges do me good, I can not help but hope in some way that I do not have to go through so much. I often am concerned that the stronger I become, the less I am able to empathize with others making me a stuck up pompous a**. (Hmm, maybe to some extent, I am.)
However, it is through the very challenging times that I am often broken down and understand that it is not always all about me and what I can do on my own. I am not an emotionless ice-queen who is able to take in merciless beatings of life without the support and encouragement of others. Even though there are many times when it does seem like I am all alone, but it is through the prayers, support, and encouragement of others, through every little conversation with people who are unaware of it most of the time, or through the gesture of kindness with a passerby that helps me sustain my sanity and focus in overcoming each obstacle thrown my way.
I often wonder whether anyone really cares about me. Being told that I am a rather difficult person, I hardly think anyone would like me just the way I am. But the fact is, there are people who care for me when I least expect it. "It sure feels nice when you have touched someone and you did not know about it," mentions a friend. Yes, it does. I guess being lost in my thoughts thinking otherwise is some form of humility that comes with the encounter of grace.
Grace. It is rather fascinating. I wish not to be pious but I invite you to discover this gift given to those so undeserving. I believe you can not separate love from grace, or the other way around. Certain things just go hand in hand and should be understood together in order to grasp the big picture.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
My Christmas Wish List
I could hardly recall the last time when I had a Christmas wish list, but I was advised that I should have one since people find it absolutely difficult to get me something (that comes in a box) I want or like for Christmas. I would love to travel to a distant country just to hang out with a loved one or explore the historical and cultural part of the city. A ski trip or a beach escapade would be nice with good friends. But I am easily content just to have a nice meal or spend the Christmas season with the family of close friends since I am away from home. Otherwise, I am easily satisfied with a nice Christmas bouquet.
However, for the sake of those who wish to get me something in exchange for their time and attention, I guess I should come up with a list. Those who know me well enough know that I am very picky with many likes and dislikes when it comes to material things. The only way to get me what I want or like would be taking me shopping and paying attention to the specific things that strikes my interest. My little sis made a mistake years back by not putting any thought into a gift she got me and she still suffers from my teases today.
For most of the time, I really do not know what I want. Well, since my days of living in the dorms, packing and moving annually taught me that I am living in excessive stuff which I hardly use. Since then, I only shop when I see something I really need, like and I know I would really use. HOWEVER, since I have been heading out for a retail therapy rather frequent of late, I have come up with a list of 5 things that could come in a box that I like and would use.
1. C.S. Lewis: Chronicles of Narnia (All seven books)
2. Beatrix Potter: The Complete Tales
3. Lord of the Rings: Fellowship or the Ring, The Two Towers, Return of the King. Complete DVD set, extended version.
4. Dior Addict 2: Eau De Toilette
5. Ugg Women's Tall Sheep Skin Boots. I wear a UK size 6 and I have no specific preference in color: Sand, Chestnut, Black.
(And of course, you could get me my own laptop, one that is really light and easy to carry around.)
So, with this, would it not be easier if you just spend some time with me? A phone call, a card or letter that you take time to write... I am trying to get myself into shape so please do not send me any sweets unless you are planning to share them with me. Nevertheless, with all that has been said, all that really matters is the heart and the true reason for the season. Fret not. I am easy to please. (*^_^*)
However, for the sake of those who wish to get me something in exchange for their time and attention, I guess I should come up with a list. Those who know me well enough know that I am very picky with many likes and dislikes when it comes to material things. The only way to get me what I want or like would be taking me shopping and paying attention to the specific things that strikes my interest. My little sis made a mistake years back by not putting any thought into a gift she got me and she still suffers from my teases today.
For most of the time, I really do not know what I want. Well, since my days of living in the dorms, packing and moving annually taught me that I am living in excessive stuff which I hardly use. Since then, I only shop when I see something I really need, like and I know I would really use. HOWEVER, since I have been heading out for a retail therapy rather frequent of late, I have come up with a list of 5 things that could come in a box that I like and would use.
1. C.S. Lewis: Chronicles of Narnia (All seven books)
2. Beatrix Potter: The Complete Tales
3. Lord of the Rings: Fellowship or the Ring, The Two Towers, Return of the King. Complete DVD set, extended version.
4. Dior Addict 2: Eau De Toilette
5. Ugg Women's Tall Sheep Skin Boots. I wear a UK size 6 and I have no specific preference in color: Sand, Chestnut, Black.
(And of course, you could get me my own laptop, one that is really light and easy to carry around.)
So, with this, would it not be easier if you just spend some time with me? A phone call, a card or letter that you take time to write... I am trying to get myself into shape so please do not send me any sweets unless you are planning to share them with me. Nevertheless, with all that has been said, all that really matters is the heart and the true reason for the season. Fret not. I am easy to please. (*^_^*)
The Hair Affair
I finally had the time to go for a haircut. The last time I was seated on a hairdresser's chair was back in late May. The reason why I had to go is because I needed a trim and some shape to my locks. Having long hair is a pain when it comes to washing, drying, combing, styling, picking up strands of hair everywhere, etc. What bothers me most is that I look like a banshee in the mornings if I do not tie my hair up when I go to bed. Be it Medusa or another long hair mad woman, I needed the wonders of a hairdresser to tame my tresses.
Since I do not have a full length mirror at my convenience, I did not know that my hair has grown so much. My hair was past elbow length! With my hair combed out by the hairdresser, I myself was surprised. I used to have Chinese doll-like straight black hair; however, I guess my hair has grown to be wavy since my adolescent years. I have seriously damaged my hair once with a home perm 3 years ago, but by now, it has been all cut away. I always welcome compliments about my hair, especially if they come from professionals. I was happy to hear that despite the length of my hair, it was healthy and having a routine trim every now and then is good.
After my hair cut I still have close to elbow-length hair. How long more do I plan to grow it? I have no idea. The common tease is that I will let it grow till I wed. (Laughs!) However, this whole hair affair would probably last till I am done showing it off to people who used to have longer hair than I did growing up, or until I am sick of it and plan to revert to the back have having really short hair. Many could not imagine how I look with short hair now; after all, it has been a long time since then. 5.5 years to be exact! I could not even find a picture of myself before entering TCU! Whatever it is, I love my hair...
Since I do not have a full length mirror at my convenience, I did not know that my hair has grown so much. My hair was past elbow length! With my hair combed out by the hairdresser, I myself was surprised. I used to have Chinese doll-like straight black hair; however, I guess my hair has grown to be wavy since my adolescent years. I have seriously damaged my hair once with a home perm 3 years ago, but by now, it has been all cut away. I always welcome compliments about my hair, especially if they come from professionals. I was happy to hear that despite the length of my hair, it was healthy and having a routine trim every now and then is good.
After my hair cut I still have close to elbow-length hair. How long more do I plan to grow it? I have no idea. The common tease is that I will let it grow till I wed. (Laughs!) However, this whole hair affair would probably last till I am done showing it off to people who used to have longer hair than I did growing up, or until I am sick of it and plan to revert to the back have having really short hair. Many could not imagine how I look with short hair now; after all, it has been a long time since then. 5.5 years to be exact! I could not even find a picture of myself before entering TCU! Whatever it is, I love my hair...
Sunday, December 2, 2007
1st Advent Sunday
It was a peaceful and relaxing Sunday, one that is really rare. I was at church early to help out with Sunday School as most of my Sundays. However, on my way to class, I was greeted by Minami and her daughter, Hanukkah, at the stairs. Hanukkah, as cute as she always is, invited for me to come for the Evening Praise Service (which happens once a month that I hardly go to). I could not resist and said yes. After hanging out with the high school kids, we moved on to have a wonderful 1st Advent Sunday worship in the sanctuary. The service was a start to the few music filled Sundays to come. This week we enjoyed the choir singing the Magnificat and next week we will have a special presentation of a hand bells choir.
"The Magnificat--taken from Luke 1:46-55 -- is an outpouring of praise, joy and trust in God by Mary, upon learning that she is to give birth to the Messiah. It is one of the most familiar texts of the Bible, and almost always included in the Advent lectionary. The Magnificat was composed in 1990. While [John] Rutter has followed the standard musical "form" which follows the text, he has included a particularly beautiful 15th cetury English poem--the only part sung in English." The TUC choir sang in Latin and it was wonderful just to enjoy the music while reflecting on the verses from the Bible.
After lunch with Baileyna, I went back for a short nap before returning to church to fulfil my word given to an adorable child. I soon found out that Hannukah was involved in a special Christmas presentation. A church member made a children's picture story book about a girl named ひかりこ (child of light) inspired by Hannukah. It was indeed heart-warming to see how a cute girl with a Jewish name that coincides with their cultural celebration of the Festival of Lights, helped the author with the making of this book in honor of the author's sister. Hannukah was the voice of the main character, and she did a great job reading it aloud at a very young of 8 (I think). Soon after the lovely presentation, a gospel group presented a few Christmas carols that were very uplifting. Thanks to Hannukah, I did enjoy a wonderful Sunday.
This little girl (she is so cute I would love you to meet her) is very sweet and intriguing. Now I am left smiling as I ponder on God is able touch me (and others too) through this cute girl with beautiful curly locks. Her dad is American Caucasian and her mom is Japanese Hawaiian. She is just adorable--point proven that children of a diverse bloodline are hybrids in having better looks and brains. (Aww, my biological clock is ticking fast now... )
Anyways, wherever you are I hope you are enjoying the very best of the season too!
"The Magnificat--taken from Luke 1:46-55 -- is an outpouring of praise, joy and trust in God by Mary, upon learning that she is to give birth to the Messiah. It is one of the most familiar texts of the Bible, and almost always included in the Advent lectionary. The Magnificat was composed in 1990. While [John] Rutter has followed the standard musical "form" which follows the text, he has included a particularly beautiful 15th cetury English poem--the only part sung in English." The TUC choir sang in Latin and it was wonderful just to enjoy the music while reflecting on the verses from the Bible.
After lunch with Baileyna, I went back for a short nap before returning to church to fulfil my word given to an adorable child. I soon found out that Hannukah was involved in a special Christmas presentation. A church member made a children's picture story book about a girl named ひかりこ (child of light) inspired by Hannukah. It was indeed heart-warming to see how a cute girl with a Jewish name that coincides with their cultural celebration of the Festival of Lights, helped the author with the making of this book in honor of the author's sister. Hannukah was the voice of the main character, and she did a great job reading it aloud at a very young of 8 (I think). Soon after the lovely presentation, a gospel group presented a few Christmas carols that were very uplifting. Thanks to Hannukah, I did enjoy a wonderful Sunday.
This little girl (she is so cute I would love you to meet her) is very sweet and intriguing. Now I am left smiling as I ponder on God is able touch me (and others too) through this cute girl with beautiful curly locks. Her dad is American Caucasian and her mom is Japanese Hawaiian. She is just adorable--point proven that children of a diverse bloodline are hybrids in having better looks and brains. (Aww, my biological clock is ticking fast now... )
Anyways, wherever you are I hope you are enjoying the very best of the season too!
Let The Advent Season Begin!
The Christmas spirit and mood is slowly picking up in me. Even though I will be moving to Macao and spending the holidays in a foreign land on my own, I will not let it damped my heart as Christmas is never about me.
After my weekly grammar lesson held at 7am this week, I hung out at the mall for a while before heading back to school for lunch. I was lucky to be able to meet Sang and we spent time catching up before I met up with the others at the Dining Hall. More warm fellowship was spent with my buddies before I made a move back to Tokyo in the afternoon.
I stepped into church past 3 and was greeted by a few familiar faces. The lobby was filled with boxes of Christmas decoration. I quickly put my bags into the locker and join the merry activities of setting up Christmas trees for the lobby. There was joy and laughter as we tried to figure out parts and pieces of the Christmas trees that were store in the boxes. We had a ball of a time setting up the tree for the main entrance as we were utterly confused with the pieces. We were soon joking about a hybrid Christmas tree with the different length of pine needles from two sets of Christmas trees. We tried using the set with longer needles but only managed to set up a sad tree that resembles Charlie Brown's Christmas tree. However, with everyone's help, we managed to set up a beautiful tree that now stands welcoming all to Tokyo Union Church.
We shared the advent preparation in with groups helping out with the decorations, baking cookies in the kitchen, and the kids making crafts. Some girls from the high school class was a great bundle of joy as they sang and laughed behind the nativity scene in front of the church. They were waving at everyone who passed by hoping that some will wave back. After everything was done, we had a small worship service with songs and scripture reading. We then moved to have a dinner of chili and fries as we enjoyed a simple slide show of "before and after" photos that were taken prior and after the decorating. The main sanctuary looked best!
Even though I was tired and all I wanted was to return to my apartment to sleep, I quickly put my stuff down and made my way out to Jiyougaoka to meet Jewel and Ayako. It was a good opportunity to catch up with good friends over dinner. We enjoyed a good meal of "soup curry" (Japanese fusion food) and continued the wonderful evening by having cakes and drinks in a cozy cafe. Although I found the evening a little pricey, but I guess one can not put a price to a great evening.
The company and activities of the day did cheer me up a lot. I love my weekends.
Happy December!
After my weekly grammar lesson held at 7am this week, I hung out at the mall for a while before heading back to school for lunch. I was lucky to be able to meet Sang and we spent time catching up before I met up with the others at the Dining Hall. More warm fellowship was spent with my buddies before I made a move back to Tokyo in the afternoon.
I stepped into church past 3 and was greeted by a few familiar faces. The lobby was filled with boxes of Christmas decoration. I quickly put my bags into the locker and join the merry activities of setting up Christmas trees for the lobby. There was joy and laughter as we tried to figure out parts and pieces of the Christmas trees that were store in the boxes. We had a ball of a time setting up the tree for the main entrance as we were utterly confused with the pieces. We were soon joking about a hybrid Christmas tree with the different length of pine needles from two sets of Christmas trees. We tried using the set with longer needles but only managed to set up a sad tree that resembles Charlie Brown's Christmas tree. However, with everyone's help, we managed to set up a beautiful tree that now stands welcoming all to Tokyo Union Church.
We shared the advent preparation in with groups helping out with the decorations, baking cookies in the kitchen, and the kids making crafts. Some girls from the high school class was a great bundle of joy as they sang and laughed behind the nativity scene in front of the church. They were waving at everyone who passed by hoping that some will wave back. After everything was done, we had a small worship service with songs and scripture reading. We then moved to have a dinner of chili and fries as we enjoyed a simple slide show of "before and after" photos that were taken prior and after the decorating. The main sanctuary looked best!
Even though I was tired and all I wanted was to return to my apartment to sleep, I quickly put my stuff down and made my way out to Jiyougaoka to meet Jewel and Ayako. It was a good opportunity to catch up with good friends over dinner. We enjoyed a good meal of "soup curry" (Japanese fusion food) and continued the wonderful evening by having cakes and drinks in a cozy cafe. Although I found the evening a little pricey, but I guess one can not put a price to a great evening.
The company and activities of the day did cheer me up a lot. I love my weekends.
Happy December!
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