I was enjoying single life in London, till I met my "egg" and became a mother of 2 boys. I originally started this weblog for my families in Japan and New Zealand, when I found I was pregnant with my first baby. In late 2008, with my family I moved to Penang in Malaysia, after 12 year stay in the U.K. I've also lived in Singapore and Canada before.
This is the ninth Chinese New Year since we moved to Malaysia. Aratakara have spent most of his lives here....
We went to Pulau Aman with Kanesaka family. The only seafood restaurant on the island was open as the owner family is Malay. I quite like the fact that Malaysia is a country consisting of 3 different races. A kind of convenient.
We had nice seafood, boys and dads did kayaking. Was a good day.
The last swimming gala at PJS primary group. Arata has been training at CSC since July and he has started to show some improvement. Kai, particularly, has worked hard towards breaking the school records and Arata also decided to go for it.
One child can only choose 3 events, of which they have to do 25M free. We knew Arata would be able to break 25m and 50m backstrokes, but it sounded too easy for him. I suggested him to forget about 25m back and swim 25m fly instead.
He wasn't successful in 25m fly and free by just 0.1sec. Some mothers said it must have been better if Arata had swam 2 backstroke events. But I think it was more important for him to challenge rather difficult targets. In anyway, he's a school record holder of 50m backstroke for year 6 boys.
The 4 x 25 free style relay was also quite exciting to watch. PJS year 6 boys won over Uplands year 6 team. Well, they were actually one year younger than our boys, but it was still brilliant as PJS hasn't beaten Uplands for a long period of time.
As Nana was here for a month, I went to Japan alone to spend new year with my parents. I felt nothing much to do without boys, but I had lunch with my old friends from high school softball team, or met Kaori and Miki and hang around near Tokyo station.
The surrounding and setting at Otemachi, near Tokyo station, made me feel like going back to work. I also went to Tokyo University for the first time. The university has the academic atmosphere. It brought back the memory of good old days....
It was me who had been too busy to take care of this matter.
I was too busy with visitors and work to do Christmas shopping till 24th
Dec. On our way back from dinner at Tsunami village, I pretended to go to the
toilet and got off the car in front of Gurney Plaza. It was already at 9.30. I
had only half an hour, but I managed to get some small stuff. I walked back
home and popped in every single shop, 7/11, petrol stations, cafes, etc. to
find appropriate chocolate or biscuits. I got some and went home.
I wrapped them and carefully threw away all the sings.
Ready. Jason told me he had some small presents already prepared. That’s fine,
we can put both.
The window at the sitting room was unusually slightly open.
Arata’s letter to Santa contained a kind line, “I want xxx but if you can’t
find it, don’t worry too much.” Some milk for reindeers and biscuits for Santa
On the Christmas day, boys get up very early. I noticed them
already up and about. I went to the sitting room with a camera to hopefully
capture boys’s smiles. Well, but Takara was upset. “This chocolate was in my
Christmas sock. I saw it in the freezer. If the chocolate is gone, it must be
I went to the bedroom where Jason was up and browsing the
internet, and quickly told him that Takara had found it out. Jason said, “I
didn’t know boys look at the freezer.” Of course, they always look for ice
cream, etc. in it.
I was the worstly affected one. I always looked forward to
seeing my sons’ very happy faces on Christmas mornings. It’s suddenly destroyed.
No more innocent smiles from next year? Oh, so bad! I wanted to finish their
childhood in much better way.
I still couldn’t give up and told Takara, “probably Santa
comes to only cold countries….” He replied, “then Daddy thought it’s pity on us
and worked very hard in the last couple of years for us.” But in the early
evening, when he was angry about something else, he said, “all adults are
liars!!” Then he cried. I cried too.