I don’t know why I’m still holding on to this, but a brief update:
- We went to Hakone during golden week this year, and it was fun!
- I finally finished Grey’s Anatomy season 17, the Covid one. Never got past season 17 before, so this is a big achievement (somehow I always go back to season 1-3)
- Work this year has been such a roller coaster. Dreaded some parts of it for the first time, but the parts I enjoy actually what keeps me going. Hate to think about quitting because that just proves my husband’s points
- Rayyan made a bff at his class and soccer club this year, a half Japanese kid. I can’t even tell you how relieved I am to see him blossoming into his pre-teen years.
- Also, how terrified I am to face that
- Rafiy as usual keeps doing what his big bro does. Soccer club, kumon, swimming, you name it. Sometimes I think God gave us him for Rayyan, and they are truly each other’s bff
- Rayfa is speaking full-on Japanese now, no more Manglish. I’m not sure how I feel about this, but please don’t cancel her
- (I’m scrolling down my photo album to recall past events) Rayyan made his first dish - omelette veggie by himself and recorded the video of Rafiy tasting it, for the purpose of submitting his homework. Japan education system continues to amaze me
- We met up with our new friends for wall climbing and karaoke, and boyyy did I tell you how much the kids love karaoke??? Rayfa of course not so much
- Celebrated Rafiy’s 8th birthday on 16th May, loving our little traditions every year
- Visited obgyn in Ginza for the first time to get myself checked. Got probable diagnosis of polyp in my uterus and possibly, endometriosis. Gonna go for a hospital appointment sometime this month to schedule for polyptomy (didn’t even know it’s a thing)
- Entertained a high school friend at our house. Made nasi goreng, ayam goreng and pasta with pastries from Costco
- Had a day out on a Sunday with baby girl, just us two, and it was so so eye-opening to me how much I actually needed it. Probably more than her. Gonna make this a weekly thing with her brothers too!
That’s all for now. Talk again soon.
To wish happy mother’s day to me!
And all mothers and future mothers, reading this.
We just got home a few days ago, after spending our Golden Week break at Hakone. It was our first time there, and we enjoyed the place quite a bit! Although I thought the pirate ship would be a hit, it was the least interesting part of the trip to the kids lol.
Celebrating mother’s day today made me reflect my motherhood journey for the last 10 years, since my firstborn turned 10 this year. Looking back, it was such a blur - if it wasn’t for the kids in the flesh in front of my eyes, I wouldn’t have believed I actually got pregnant 3 times, delivered babies 3 times, and took care of newborns 3 times, all on my own (with help from husband, of course. I’m not a superhuman)
It wasn’t easy. It was hell, I’d be honest about that. Rayfa was the easiest baby out of the 3, but one of the core memories I have from her newborn phase is me going to the kitchen to make my coffee at 10 am after just getting her to nap, and then suddenly hearing her cries. And just like that, I broke down in tears, snot and everything, thinking what did I do wrong? Why wouldn’t she just sleep, so I can have my breakfast and coffee in peace? I was just sooo exhausted. And just looking at me like that, Shahrul quickly made me sit down at the dining table, and went to attend to Rayfa, so I didn’t have to.
I just knew there is a special place in heaven for husbands who actually function as a husband and a father.
But, now, those hard memories seems like a thousand light years ago. Sometimes I feel like this life I’m living is not mine, because what do you mean I now have 2 pre-teen boys and a cheeky 4 year old girl who looks just like me and basically my twin?! It’s not all rainbows for sure, but at the end of the day, knowing I always have these 2 boys coming in my bedroom to kiss me goodnight and tell me “i love you mommy” and this little girl who can’t go to sleep unless I’m laying by her side…
Life is so unpredictable sometimes, but when the surprises come in these adorable forms, I wouldn’t have it any other way <3
And that’s the theme for now.
Today is the first day of Ramadan at the office for this year. I can’t remember how it was last year because I’ve blocked out a lot of my early days at the company out of embarrassment, so I didn’t know what to expect.
Couldn’t fast but I dread explaining to my co-workers and bosses why I couldn’t fast (you know, menstruation and such is not a good topic to break the ice in a whole new country, let alone a conservative one) so during lunch time I went out to Tokyo station next building. It’s literally next to my office, which is a fact I’m still struggling to grasp cos who would believe??
Daimaru is a department store in Tokyo station similar to Isetan in KLCC, so I spend majority of my lunch time there, browsing the makeup and bags and clothes section. Some days, I would go to level 8 and spend half an hour in Tokyu Hands.
Yesterday, I thought I could go to one of the levels’ jibaiki and buy a hot drink (preferably coffee), just sit on one of the benches they provide next to the jibaiki which is quite secluded, finish my drink and go back to the office acting like I’m fasting.
But lo and behold, apparently the universe has another plan for me.
Reached one of the jibaiki, but didn’t like the drinks selection. So went around some levels to look for a good one - only to be disappointed that some levels don’t even have a jibaiki. Saw some Porter bags so took some photos for husband (he didn’t like them). Proceeded to check out other levels, and somehow one is worse than the other - some didn’t even have hot drinks! - so went back to lower level, and found out that the jibaiki only accepts coins, not Suica. Or cards.
At this point I felt like giving up and going back to the office..and one the way back I figured I could just buy at family mart and drink at the benches in Daimaru. So quickly dropped by to buy the drink, paid using PayPay and went back inside Daimaru.
Apparently the coffee I bought is a “butter coffee” flavour so it has a bitter, salty taste. YUCK. Finished 3/4 of it, quickly found a bin and ran out of the Tokyo station back to office.
Conclusion: maybe explaining to my co-workers that during menstruation, women can’t fast is much more easier than having to experience this.
The other day, I stumbled upon this definition of expat and immigrant:
An expat is someone who lives outside their home country for a limited time, while an immigrant is someone who moves to a new country with the intention of settling there permanently.
And I found myself wondering, then what is the term for a person who is in the middle between living outside their home country for 30 years but wants to come home in their old age?
Such complex dilemma, I know. But it’s exactly what I’m feeling at the moment, how do I settle in the middle between expat and immigrant?
Happy new year 2025!
I always try to usher in the new year by making positive changes, new habits, etc. I got myself a new iPad mini, because the one I have is a 11” and too bulky for me to bring to office for notes, etc.
And when I saw a girl carrying her iPad mini in the train, lost in her reading on her iPad, I was sold - and got it!
Now, I can’t stop interacting with it. It’s like my new clone - everything I do or think, will involve having it in my hand. Of course I journal and have my planner in it. Writing in it feels so much smoother than my old 11” iPad.
(Also, I don’t have to berebut with my kids and husband anymore, which is a hugee plus)
But the downside is, everytime I open tiktok app in the iPad mini husband would give me a side eye and ask, “so you’re just using this iPad for read and study, huh?”
Way to killjoy.
The other day, our tenant sent us the latest photos of the house. I didn’t expect to see the photos, so I was really surprised.
What I was most surprised is, how nostalgic it felt in that moment to see the photos. He did take good care of the house, and almost everything is in tact, just like how we left it to him 2 years ago. He upgraded some furnitures, like sofa and dining table, but somehow it didn’t change anything. It still feels the same, like it is still our house.
It felt so nostalgic because I really can’t believe we used to live there until 2 years ago.
The house was where we grew up as a family. The boys were toddlers when we moved there, and I remember we had to search high and low for kindergartens because the area wasn’t fully developed yet. When it slowly developed, kindergartens started filling in the empty shoplots and shops started open, that was when Covid hit. We were left in our small bubble in lockdown, couldn’t go anywhere but the areas near our house, but somehow it felt like we had everything we needed - restaurants and shops in walking distance, and parks for the kids to let out steam. I didn’t really feel isolated because of this area we were living in, our old house. Neighbours would send some dishes during Ramadan and even when we celebrated Raya in lockdown, I didn't really feel lonely.
Now, after 2 years, we living in my favorite city feels like something that only happens in movies. But it’s my life.
Looking back now, while I will never go back to that place, I feel grateful for the experiences and lessons learnt. And I hope our tenant feels at home in that house that used to be our home.
Our home now (and I'm still pinching myself for it)
We might move again after this, but I really don’t want to because where else can you find a balcony view that can top this?
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