Here I am into the third week of the Chinese 30-day confinement feeling the need to pen down some thoughts and events for keepsake. Pardon my lack of sobriety if my writing appears strange.

The Birth of Peter

With Hannah, it was the appearance of ‘show’ (the discharge of bloody mucus plug from the cervix) that signaled us that I was about to go into labour. With Peter, my water bag broke around midnight while I was already in bed but awake. I felt a pop in my belly and thought “hmm, water bag?” but was too lazy to get up. Then I felt what I thought was the initial but real labour contractions where a mild ache was felt on the back. I began to feel slight dampness on my shorts and decided that I better get up to confirm my suspicions. True enough, I was ‘leaking’ on my way to the bathroom and when I stood in the bathtub, the water gushed out. I panicked. I quickly rinsed myself clean and woke Yang up. We started getting ready our bags and Hannah in 20-30 minutes and called a cab to go to Thomson Medical Centre where I was to delivered Peter.

After checking that my cervix was dilated 1.5 cm, the nurse on duty admitted me into the birthing ward. When the contraction pains were reaching my endurance threshold, I asked for the epidural to be administered. The process of administering the epidural this time was significantly more uncomfortable. And I experienced one side effect of vomitting. Other than this, the rest of the labour process was just lying in bed waiting for the contractions to cause the cervix to dilate to 10 cm before pushing the baby out. My gynae was out of town and he had arranged for a replacement gynae in his absence to deliver our baby. The replacement gynae was a friendly Dr Lawrence Ang and he arrived around 6-7 am to check on me. He remarked that the dilation process was fast and the cervix soft and that I could push the baby out soon. By 9.13 am, Peter came into the world with just a couple of pushes and daddy was put on the spot by the doctor to cut his umbilical cord. And I thought we might have a casaulty after that. Lol. :D

Breastfeeding

Well, I thought I got it right the second time. Despite my great weakness straight after delivery, I opted for total breastfeeding during my 3-day stay at the hospital. With what my episiotomy wound, vomitting and general tiredness from labour, I breastfed Peter and his suction was good. But once we were home, my supply couldn’t keep up with his demand during the rest of week 1 and I resorted to supplement with formula milk. Big mistake? Peter started preferring formula because it required less effort to suck. My milk supply has definitely improved from Hannah’s time but Peter has a bigger appetite. He is a strong boy too. Sigh, I guess my breastfeeding efforts will diminish over time again.

Confinement

We got a different confinement lady (CL) this time as the previous one was unavailable. I prefer the current CL because she doesn’t impose the traditional Chinese confinement practices on me, was flexible in the choice of ingredients used for dishes and wasn’t constantly wanting to engage me in chatting. We got one domestic incident though. She chipped the tip of our precious Japanese hand-made chef knife by using it to separate frozen meats. At least she didn’t melt our stove area which the first CL did. Lol. :)

I’m thankful that my parents in-law have been very helpful in buying and bringing foods and fruits on a weekly basis for my CL to cook or prepare for my meals. My mom has been coming over too and didn’t utter a word about following the dreaded confinement practices or questioning the CL about me. I confess that I still feel quite stressed out whenever she pops by during this period.

Thanksgiving

Throughout the pregnancy, we were concerned about the effects of Peter’s single umbilical artery (SUA) on his health. He was given a clean bill of health by his pediatrician on the third day after an ultrasound check on his two kidneys. Really thank God for a healthy baby boy.

Thank God too that Peter was born after the terrible period of haze in Singapore where the PSI soared to 400. The air is definitely cleaner now for breathing. :)

 

It might be middle-age or just maybe the slowly but ever steadily increasing demands and expectations at work, but I’ve increasingly become an angry driver when on the road. Not in aggression or exhibitions of dangerous driving, mind you – nothing quite like that. But specifically in venting on the (apparent to me at least) bad habits and uncouth behaviors of many drivers around here.

For instance:

A car cuts in from the right into our lane with barely inches to spare and without signaling.

CY: “Crazy driver. I hope he bangs his car into a tree!”

Ling: “Dear, please don’t curse!”

Or this:

A sports-type car with all the black-dark tint windows and what sounds like a nitro-injected engine whizzes loudly past us, with wound-down windows, and an arm stretched right out with a cigarette.

CY: “I hate smokers. Doesn’t he know that his arm can hit motorcyclists? I hope he gets lung cancer!”

Ling: “Darling, please don’t curse!”

Or even something like that:

A car window wounds down, and out comes an entire mouthful of spit.

CY: “I hate people who spit! I hope he chokes on his saliva!”

Ling: “Dear, you shouldn’t be wishing evil on others!”

The both of us drive defensively and scrupulously abide with our traffic laws – and when someone doesn’t play by the rules of the land, I get morally indignant and vent to the much more civil wife who has to listen to me mouth off the most inventive curses I can muster – the above three aren’t nearly representative of my creative juices.

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My role-model in cursing: Captain Haddock from the Tintin comic book series.

The funniest thing though is that I don’t possess ill intentions to those fellows whose driving behaviors irk me. Rather, the venting is actually a sort of verbal engagement I’ve got going on with Ling, and it does make for funny conversations in the car – though she usually often ends up sighing in resignation.

Not that this might keep going on for that much longer, given the prices of today’s Certificate of Entitlement. We just might not be able to afford a car in the years to come.=(

 

25. April 2013 · Comments Off · Categories: All Posts, Baby Blues, Books, Reflections

This is probably the final segment on my gleamings from the book ‘Nurture Shock’ by PO Bronson & Ashley Merryman.

A disclaimer here first – I’m no linguist and definitely not anywhere close to being regarded as a language expert. Where the English language is concerned, Yang speaks and writes better than I do. I had to sit for a English proficiency test in order to gain entry to a local university. You get the idea :)

The authors of the book has a chapter devoted to exploring why some children pick up language skills sooner as compared to others. In other words, why do some children speak sooner, better and more confidently than others? According to findings, baby DVDs did little to encourage infants to grow in the area of speech. So, save your moola on buying into all that hype. It was observed that infants learn faster from watching real humans speak than being parked in front of the black box watching educational videos. They learn best by watching how your mouth and facial muscles move as you speak. Monkey see, monkey do. That’s the current wisdom. :)

Hannah has taught Pluto how to surf board.

Hannah has taught Pluto how to surf board. We did not teach her how to do this though.=)

Another interesting observation was that children progress faster when other persons around them respond to topics that interest them. For example, if a child point her finger excitedly at a dead flower on the ground and her grandmother picks it up and talks about it in a similar tone of excitement, the child will often quickly absorb new vocabulary associated with the moment. I’ve seen a mother who put her daughter down when her kid alerted her to a little bird that flew over them. The mother dismissed her daughter’s interest and observational skill and muttered something like her daughter was only interested in birds. Perhaps the mother was not in the right mood. But it was an opportunity lost.

I noticed that Hannah learn better when I let her rope me into her daily chatter about her nursery school, toys, games, etc. I simply ‘played’ along with her enthusiasm in various subjects. I’d casually slip in new words or proper grammar in my communication with her and leave it up to her to pick them up. And she would almost always subconsciously or consciously copycat me to express herself in the topic too. And it has been amazing how the young brain could so effortlessly remember those new words which were uttered only once sometimes.

Since the beginning of nursery school this year, Hannah has developed a positive attitude towards learning the Chinese language. I don’t know what is her Chinese teacher’s secret formula but I do know that Hannah is fond of this particular teacher. She often mentions her in our conversations. My guess is that this Chinese teacher practises “people don’t care how much you know until they know how much you care” (quote by John C Maxwell). Children are also sensitive and sensible towards the level of care shown by people around them. In the area of language, I believe that head knowledge and the heart must work hand-in-hand to bring out the best in a child’s development. And a head start in language acquisition should help a child communicate her needs and feelings better and reduce unnecessary frustration that growing up brings.

 

For a long time, Yang and I were content with having just one child. My decision was largely influenced by Yang’s perception of my ability to manage another kid. Other minor reasons include my age (higher risk of conceiving a baby with Down Syndrome) and stretching our finances.

But time has a way of changing minds.

As Hannah grew up, we noticed that she gravitate towards other kids to play whenever she had the opportunity. Companionship. She likes to play with her cousin ‘Natasha jie jie‘ and talks about it even after the event was over. We started having second thoughts since then. Another compelling reason for me to seriously consider having no. 2 is to allow Hannah to be able to share the burden of caring for two aged parents in the future. A few verses from the Old Testament of the Bible came to mind as I write this post:

Two are better than one,
    because they have a good return for their labor:
If either of them falls down,
    one can help the other up.
But pity anyone who falls
    and has no one to help them up.
Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm.
    But how can one keep warm alone?
Though one may be overpowered,
    two can defend themselves.
A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.  -Ecclesiastes 4:9-12 (NIV)

According to one commentary, this section emphasizes on the “obvious benefits of companions. The intimacy and sharing of life brings relief for the problem of isolation and loneliness. A companion can offer assistance, comfort, and defense.” Of course, this can also apply to life partners such as husband and wife. Okay, I’m going to pretend that I did not see that ‘cord of three strands’. :) Three kids! No kidding?!

Now that God has granted a no. 2, we are hoping that the baby would be a girl. Well, I know it is terrible planning on our part. We chose Hannah’s primary school based on the assumption that we were not going to have any more children. Her targeted primary school is an all girls’ school. And we have bought a new property within 1 km of that school. So, if no. 2 is a boy, he might have to be enrolled into a less than ideal primary school near our new home. Not fair right? Sigh. He could enroll into daddy’s reputable primary school but that would mean traveling long distances every school day for SIX YEARS! Argh. “Lord, please let the baby be a girl.” Hee hee :)

Playing with sand @ East Coast Park

Out of the four mistaken goals in misbehaviour, i.e. undue attention, misguided power, revenge and assumed inadequacy, we have not observed the last two in Hannah so far. *keeping fingers crossed*

So, this post is especially for you, Matt. :) BTW, I’d be sharing mostly from the book.

The intention of a toddler taking revenge at others is to make them feel as bad as he/she does. Scenario: Mommy had a hectic day and when she returned home and saw that her daughter had messed up the living room by spilling orange juice onto the floor for the umpteenth time, she immediately yelled at her and called her a naughty girl. The mommy cleaned up the mess and declared that the daughter won’t get to watch her favourite cartoon programme on TV that evening. Later during bedtime, the daughter refused to let mommy read to her saying, “Don’t want mommy! I want daddy!” Mommy felt hurt and discouraged that her own daughter rejected her after all that she has done for her.

Sometimes I reprimand Hannah for unintentional misbehaviour. The most recent incident was her spilling water onto the floor when trying to reach for a new Dora mug left standing on the dining table. She really made quite a mess and my immediate reaction was “Hannah, why did you spill water again!?” and I angrily took the mug away from her hand. She looked remorseful and on the verge of bursting into tears. Thank God I caught myself in the act soon enough and tried to make amends by asking Hannah to fetch a rag to mop up the water and use a calm voice to teach her to ask for permission to touch new things. I recognised that I was partly responsible for the spillage as I should have known better that a new brightly-coloured Dora mug within reach was a big temptation for a curious toddler.

This is only her 2nd time at the beach

We hope that Hannah wouldn’t become the vengeful sort of girl. So far, she always seek to reconcile with us whenever we become angry or upset at her misbehaviour. Her usual approach to reconcile is to stalk the parent and ask to be carried in a teary manner. Another approach for lesser crimes is looking at us with a smile and persuading the parent with “mommy happy…mommy not angry…”

According to the book, we would be motivated to tackle the unpleasant revenge problem if we begin to see that a hurtful child is a hurting child. Instead of responding to the child with punishment, we could choose care and support. The rationale is that if the child is feeling hurt, it does not make sense to make him/her feel worse.

Below are some steps towards reconciliation:

1) Deal with the hurt feelings of the child: Speak to the child that you could see that he/she is feeling very hurt for what you have done. Acknowledging his/her feelings would make him/her felt understood and valued in the family.

2) Apologize if you caused the pain: There are times when a child was really at fault and other times when he/she is only partially at fault. If you have over-reacted or blown it out of proportion, swallowing your pride and admit that adults aren’t always right could go a long way. Quoting from the book: “Children are delightfully quick to forgive, and you may discover that the hugs that follow apologies bring you even closer.”

3) Listen to your child’s feelings: Ask sincere questions to allow your child to articulate his/her feelings verbally or non-verbally (if the child is too young) with body gestures such as nodding. This helps to deepen the sense of trust between parent and child.

4) Make sure the message of love gets through: Telling your child how much you love him/her and how important he/she is to you heals the pain tremendously. Both will become fast pals real soon.

5) Make amends, not excuses: Once the hurt feelings are dealt with, both the parent and the child need to address the problem created in the first place. In the scenario of the spillage of orange juice above, mommy could offer to the daughter a rag to wipe up the spill and assist her in the cleaning.  If the daughter refused and retreated to one corner, the mommy could take this opportunity to teach by kindly cleaning up the mess and wordlessly proceed on with the rest of the evening. This requires patience and role-modeling.

The above strategies are recommended for preschoolers. :)

Hannah is fast growing away from her budding cuteness as a junior tot.  She is taller now and not easy to carry her in our arms for too long. And that simple innocence in her round eyes and pure happy delight in her giggles – I’d miss them when she is past that stage. *Emo-ing*

But we have a consolation. A good video camera to capture those precious moments so that we could enjoy her little-ness anytime. Below is a small selection of these moments we managed to save.

1) Hannah trying her first popsicle (alas, it was too sour for her!). I love her tender ‘bye-bye’ at the end of it.

2) Hannah at her favourite playground. She always asked to watch this video clip. :) And she always laughed at herself when watching it.

3) Hannah upgraded to using adult spoon one of the dining-out occasions.

4) Hannah enjoying herself in front of the video camera. :)

Yang got me this parenting book as a surprise birthday gift recently as I kept extending its borrowing period with the library. :)

The last time I shared something from this book was about a month ago. I touched on Hannah wanting undue attention from us. Besides demanding for our attention, she has also engaged in quite a bit of power struggle with us (more so with mommy). The book called such a display from toddlers ‘misguided power’.

The recent major outburst has been during her bedtime routine. The mere mention of “it’s time to bathe now” would set her on the whining motion. And then she would refuse to take off her clothes, want to take this take that with her to the bath tub, want to sit on the toilet seat repeatedly even after she has emptied her bladder, wail while I tried to shower her, transition to the hysterical mode while I put clean clothes on her and continue throughout until we put her to bed. I remember the first few nights we had time-outs for her, i.e. let her ventilate on her own. I tell you, our girl is a natural loud hailer. And one with a great stamina at that too. We felt sorry for the neighbours who have to put up with her loud tantrums. Whatever good advice and tips I have read from the book were all thrown out of the window when I came face-to-face with this tiny but formidable giant. She wanted her way and I insisted on mine. Neither would give an inch.

Yang often stepped in to act as our peace-maker. That was when I began to see the value of two parents instead of one. Some of his strategies include reinforcing my expectations with Hannah in a softer tone, giving Hannah the option of having daddy to bathe her, holding her hand to walk around the house to calm her down and very occasionally using her favourite iPad as a carrot to coax her into cooperation. I took the opportunity to calm down too while Yang dealt with Hannah.

Still, we have to drive home the message to our girl that mommy and daddy have rules at home and she would do well by obeying them. For instance, she has been wanting to read almost all her books during the bedtime routine and I started to set a rule that she could only read one book. I allowed her the option of choosing which book she wanted me to read to her. Whenever she tested the boundary, I would remind her of the rule calmly and walk out of her room if she disobeyed. So far I have walked out a couple of times and it took her about 5-10 minutes to come looking for me to reconcile by holding my hand or asking to be carried. She would go “mommy mommy” in her sweet child-like voice or give a sad, teary gaze that made me feel sorry to have treated her with much sternness.

A friend who was on her way to being a mother once asked me about the joys of parenthood and I found it hard to put into words. I mean there are strong indications out there in public (e.g. handling wailing kids) that speak against any joy of being a parent. But there is joy nonetheless. It is in her snuggie little hug, in her happy face when she looks up at you, in her peaceful sleep, in the way she goes “yayyyyy” when she runs gleefully, in her amazing trusting nature, in her effort to sing and dance and imitate funny sounds after you…you feel hopeful around her in this broken world…and she makes you desire to be a better person. Or at least that is how I feel around our daughter.

Oops, I have digressed! Okay back to the book. The authors advised the following responses when the tot gives you the “you’re not the boss of me” attitude:

  • offer limited choices
  • turn misguided power to useful power by asking for help
  • shut up and act with kindness and firmness (it’s true, silence speaks louder than words in times like this, and kindness touches the heart)
  • make a date for problem-solving (applicable from 3 years onwards)
  • distraction (works big time especially for tots below 3 years)

Thank God that we are gradually gaining the upper hand of the situation at the moment. I’m beginning to see a certain pattern and suspect certain trigger points for her tantrums. May God grant us much wisdom and will-power to be better parents.

I used to write remarks and testimonials for my students when I was a full-time teacher. There were certain dos and don’ts stipulated pertaining to our choice of words. No matter how disruptive or unaccomplished the kid was, I was required to word my remark in a positive manner but still be able to suggest the intended meaning. It was quite a challenge for a low language proficient person I was (still am!). It was also an art I’ve acquired over the years.

For example: “Outspoken and sociable, Clara is a live-wire in her class. There has never been a dull moment with her during lessons…” Reality: Clara (not her actual name) is talkative and disrupts an otherwise conducive learning environment in her classroom.

We just received Hannah’s progress report from her playgroup teacher – yes, you got that right, tiny tots do get assessed these days too. We read it with some amusement and agreed or disagreed with some parts – but that’s okay. All children have different pace of learning and we were not too overly concerned if Hannah appeared to be lagging in certain areas of development. But what caught our attention was the overall comments her teacher wrote at the bottom. Hmm, “very smart” eh? The asian + teacher spirit in us caused us to read in-between the lines and connect with a recent report from her nanny about her misconduct at school. See below!

Could that be the idea at the back of her teacher’s mind when she wrote it? Ha ha :)

29. March 2011 · Comments Off · Categories: All Posts, Reflections

A year ago I received a fairly large group of JC students who were at my institution as part of their immersion program to better understand video games in society. One of the topics I spoke to them about was on gender in computer games, and there are two widely debated areas of interest in this theme: the representation of females in games (think Leisure Suit Larry, Lara Croft etc.), and the dominance of masculine game themes that also ties in with the kind of physical differences between men and women that in turn lend to certain advantages in games (e.g. spatial orientation). That shouldn’t be a surprise, because conventional wisdom tells you that women don’t play games, and even less want to develop games.

What a lot of people don’t realize though is that in the 2008 industry findings on demography, 40% of gamers are women and 44% of online gamers are women. Ok; so that industry finding likely includes people like my mom at Lentor who plays loads of Solitaire, or any one of my several dozen neighbors in Frontierville. But there are a lot of women gamers – proportionately, nearly as many as men. But for some reason, while there’s a sizable number of women who play games, very few actually want to develop them.

That situation has proven to be quite an interesting challenge for the industry, because it makes immediate marketing sense that if you want games to appeal to a gender segment, you’d need persons who understand the needs of that segment. There’s a few; like here and here, but it’s not enough.

Part of the complication I think has to do with the kind of inclinations the general public has of computer games – that its just for entertainment, and it doesn’t help that a lot of the commercial games you find on retail feature male-dominated themes (e.g. violence). But thankfully that’s changing pretty fast, with the kind of funding the industry receives towards the development of game-based learning and edutainment. Or that at the national level, there’s a lot of interest in serious games. Put in another way, the educational sector has realized that games aren’t just for fun any more, and there are real instructional opportunities. That’s why industry is looking seriously at attracting the fairer sex to game development through attractive grants and scholarships from industry giants like Sony like this one here.

Which brings a thought. While I got inducted into video games at a pretty early age at 12 years old and one year later at 13, programmed my first video game – a graphical text-based adventure – my position in the industry today lies more along the domain of game studies, or the discipline that looks at video games as social and cultural phenomenon, as opposed to game development. It’s been an interesting transition. I have three degrees; one in computer engineering, one in business, and one that’s only nominally in ‘information systems’ but really entrenched in social studies and behavior. I should blog about this rojak mix sometime soon now that I have the benefit of retrospection years after the fact.:)

Part 3 of our notes on our 10.5 day trip!

The Currency

One thing I absolutely do not like is the fact that you get loose change from every dining and retail establishment that are maddeningly difficult to reuse in the transportation system. It’s just crazy to get a pocket full of jingling 1 and 5円 coins, and then struggle to find ways to use them later. They’re still legal tender of course, but we would have really preferred those transportation ticket terminals accepting small change.

On the other hand, understanding the local currency was a lot easier for me than trying to understand American currency. Denominations are printed in large numberings on Japan dollar notes and are of relatively good quality for paper-based currency. I found American dollars hard to read on the other hand, in very poor physical and nearly torn condition a lot of times, and the less said about trying to understand their dimes and quarters, the better! Singapore currency beats all hands down though; it’s plastic money and color-coded LOL.

The Transportation Network

It’s funny to think of it. In Kobe and Osaka, we took the subway/train. In Kyoto, we took the bus! In all cases, we really benefited from the fact that train subway maps and station maps were readily available and pretty easy to read and understand. Exit/entrance points are clearly marked out, and labeled liberally in sign posting everywhere. Trains and buses arrived exactly on the dot – just goes to show Japanese efficiency and ability to stick to timings… so completely unlike in Singapore – and there were sufficient escalators and elevators in stations to expedite traveling with heavy luggage.

All the subway stations we transited to and from had luggage lockers too, and they cost up to 600円 for the largest ones. Funnily, the largest lockers were the ones that got occupied quickly, and if you’re traveling with larger than 26 inch-sized lockers, you might have to hunt around for a bit to find a free locker that’s large enough for your bag. The last hotel we stayed in – The Lutheran Hotel – were happy to hold onto our luggage for an entire day though till night time after we’d checked out in the early morning on our last day.

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We didn't try these though.

We didn’t find the trains that heavily occupied. Though to be fair, we’ve yet to experience the famous sardine packing in Tokyo, and by luck, we largely traveled outside morning peak hours in Kyoto and Osaka. The Japanese subway and train network seem to employ a huge number of personnel too. Everywhere we went, we saw uniformed station wardens, people traffic controllers, cleaners, unarmed security personnel and the like. Way, way more than maybe the half-dozen personnel you’d fine in a typical MRT station.

On the other hand, public transportation as a general rule is dreadfully expensive in Japan. The flat bus fare in Kyoto really bit us. A flat 220円 for a short trip, and for longer trips, you’d need to top up even that flat fare. There was a 500円 convenience card you can buy, which helped matters somewhat – but you couldn’t use that card in the subway or trains. My ballpark estimate is that on any given day of extensive sight seeing, you’d be spending at least SGD15 upwards per person on travel alone on the subway and bus networks. I guess one’s paying for the high train staff costing (large number of employees everywhere!) and the costs of building the extensive subway and railway track coverage. We’ve really been spoiled by the relatively inexpensive bus and MRT rides in Singapore.

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Japanese trains. Fast, clean, efficient, expensive.

The Culture

The Japanese are world-famous for their fastidiousness in personal hygiene. But the cities we visited weren’t exactly litter-free – not that I was expecting it to be actually. But what’s interesting was the very large number of cigarette stubs everywhere. Ling personally found it discomforting whenever we entered a cafe full of smokers and try to find a table in a non-smoking area, and we ended up walking out of more than a few cafes when she found the tobacco stench unbearable. I guess I can’t complain too much, considering that in Singapore, on any given early morning, you’d find cigarette stubs and used tissue paper and empty can drinks and empty noodle cups and more used tissue paper and empty 7-11 drink cups and… etc.

I read somewhere in travel books too that sneezing without covering their nasals is a terrific no-no-no in Japan. But here’s the dammnest thing: I saw a lot of persons doing just that, and spewing all their goodness on whichever their nasals were pointing at. And they didn’t look like they were foreigners.

And that thing about slurping your ramen? Hearing someone slurp their noodles beside me is enough for me to want to stab my ears! I didn’t personally experience hearing loud slurps in my stay in Kumamoto last year on account that I was fine-dining in a very quiet restaurant every night, but this time round in Kyoto and Osaka, did. I guess it’s a really totally jarring experience to see this very well-dressed and pretty looking Japanese lady loudly slurping her ramen right beside me. It sort of completely killed that image of the refined Japanese woman for me, though of course the Japanese don’t see it the same way.

Ling took special delight in the ubiquitous vending machines everywhere, and she liberally used that excuse of her allergy to seafood and her need for ‘tea detoxification’ to hunt for choice teas from those machines.:)

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Ling is in love!

Finally

It was a good trip, especially for Ling I think who really enjoyed herself taking in the sights, the cuisine, and people-watching. We planned for the trip within a budget of about SGD6K, and spent in all about SGD5K I think, though I’ll only have the exact figure once I’ve completed my usual postmortem spreadsheet accounting. Photographic opportunities were problematic though on account of cold and crummy weather, but we had to manage. Funnily, the E-PL1 has really come through in this vacation, and I found myself relying on the little compact much more than the D300. This vacation has seriously made me reconsider whether those huge DSLRs are where I want to go long-term, or go with the micro-4/3 standard.

I asked Ling where next we should go to. I’m all for visiting the United States again – which as I’ve remarked here before, far prefer it as a visitation place than Japan, and still do even after this trip – but if we’re coming back to Japan again any time soon, I imagine we’ll be hitting the Tokyo region next.

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Taking pictures in Arashiyama.That heron is a lot further away than this picture suggests.

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Ling catching up on Matt's comments to our blog at Kansai International Airport just before our return to Singapore.

As for our ‘loot’, we didn’t really buy a lot of stuff, and the most costly items were a pair of Shigeharu chef knives – one for mom, and another for ourselves. The rest of it were small items; some local snacks, those Green Tea Kit-Kats that we nearly gave up looking for, fridge magnets from several places, a toy for Hannah (that round blue pokka-dot thing in the picture – it’s a whale-shark doll from Kaiyukan), some pottery pieces from Douguyasuji, and lens filters from Yodobashi Umeda.

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Our very small stash of loot from Japan.

Our most treasured gift for us though was that Hannah still remembers us! And she looks taller, looks different, and is capable of more complex utterances than ever.:)

Hannah looking solemn. She just got a nasty mosquito bite though, so looks just a mite unglam here.