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Thursday, 23 February 2012
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Ahem..
I was driving to my dentist appointment late this afternoon and I actually had a soda can in my lap. I don't drink sodas too often, especially from the can. But lately, I've been wanting the fizz cause water can be so boring.
Anyhow, the light hit me a certain way and I had a flashback of when my Dad was in his hospital bed. He'd been in a coma for a week already and I was sitting next to his bed with a soda in my hand. All of a sudden I hear him clearing his throat and, "Hey, can I have some of that?"
I was surprised but I told him he couldn't ( cause his kidneys were failing) . The attending physician came in and then said,
" You are so cruel! He can have a little! "
I was laughing inside cause I remember Dr Villanueva saying not to give him any and then says the total opposite once my Dad awakens.
Hilarious!
Wednesday, 08 February 2012
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So the first stages of the moving process begin. The realtor came by to look at the house and we are starting to box things up. I was able to get a few storage towers for some things in my room. Thinking of getting a storage facility until we're all moved out. This is going to be a stressful and interesting process. I still haven't visited any prospective apts yet, but I've been looking online or when I drive by certain neighborhoods. Also pondering whether I should live in another city or country during my off season times. Quite a few options. Well we shall see what are the most strongest possibilities.
I'm trying to save money to go to Asia also and save money for a cat or puppy.
Hmmm.
Hmmm.
Saturday, 04 February 2012
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Fantastic
Today was fantastic.
I went to sleep early last night, well tried anyway, so that I could get up early and get to kendo early. OMG I so did not want to get out of bed and get ready. I reluctantly put my contacts in my eyes and put my uniform on. I was grumbling the whole time, frowning that I got out of bed. But then of course, I get to have my coffee and pastry. That is one of my favorite things of any day: Coffee and pastry!
But still, I was grumbling out the door anyhow. But once I got there and saw my kendomates, my mood picked up. And it got even better once we started moving. I enjoyed talking to only other lady who plays also. It's because her sons play, and she got her black belt in Japan. So while we were jogging, we were talking. I liked it. We were talking about our haircuts also. So much fun girl talk!
The energy was awesome in the dojo today. Everyone was pushing out their best and strongest energies. I could see a very pleased sensei on the sidelines. To also have Tokuro-san and Maruyama-san come out today was good for us too cause we could practice with them. We were also told a documentary will be filmed with us and played in Japan, so that we need to keep our energy up for every practice. The group is great. They changed so much from when I first started in 2002. There were alot of ego-trips then and it made it alot more difficult for certain people to learn (myself included). That was very intimidating. But then, eventually we all changed somehow, became maturer, lots of life events happened to us throughout the years and humbled us all. Even Sensei realized health and disease was indiscriminate and he became more understanding after his life was threatened. To see us all bounce back and become an undivided dojo really lifts the morale. I don't sense ego-trips anymore. There is no ego vibe in there anymore. Thank goodness.
I didn't go to the luncheon afterward w/Tokuro and some of the others, I had my own plans set on errands and eating salmon teriyaki. That was great. Yummy to my tummy. It's been a while since I had salmon teriyaki.
Anyhow, just recalling my day cause it was a really nice one. The weather was beautiful, even though we are still in winter. Climate changes.
It's time to go and eat. I love eating. I hope I don't get fat...
Tuesday, 24 January 2012
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phones
I am contemplating on getting a new phone this year. I saw one of my friend's phone, the Samsung Galaxy II-S: it was so pretty! I wanted to eat it or keep it in my hand! Oh it made me want one! But I have also been studying up on the Nokia E7, N9, and new Lumia 800 (900). I like the fact that the E7 has touchscreen & full QWERTY slide-out. I also like the fact that Nokia has turn-by-turn voice navigation which you can use offline in case there are no data connections or you get cut off. I also like the fact that you can accidentally drop the phones and they still are intact and work.
I like the newer design of the Lumia 800 but it doesn't have the slide-out QWERTY. I don't like relying on one way of navigating the phone. I like the feel of a keyboard. But the Lumia has a much more sleeker design and the User interface doesn't look as dated and isn't as cluttered as the E7 and N9. Nokia has always built sturdy handsets with good sound.
Nokia's operating system has been symbian but with their newer phones like the Lumia's, those are now a Windows operating system. The more recent Symbian OS has upgrades to symbian anna & symbian belle, but I'm wondering how long symbian will be maintained. But then again, within two or three years, it may be time for a new phone.
Hmmmmm... which one, which one!?
* Edit: symbian anna --> symbian belle ---> nokia belle. Accenture will continue developing and maintaining symbian OS until 2016. It is 2012. Hmmm I would eventually get a new phone by then. The E7's craftsmanship and heft is substantial, not cheap and shoddy. That should last for four years, like my Nokia 6610 lasted me six years after dropping it many times and it wasn't even made out of aluminum like the E7. But then I read that the Nokia Lumia is doing well with the Windows OS. But the Lumia doesnt have as many features as the slightly older E7. I can tell I'm already leaning towards the E7.
Monday, 23 January 2012
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Creatures I've Had for Pets
- kittens/cats
- pigeons
- tadpoles/frogs/toads
- lizards (caught and bought)
- spiders (black widows & wolf spiders)
- snails
- silkworms
- african dwarf frogs
- goldfish
- tropical fish
- bettas
- puppies/dogs
- crayfish
- beetles
- crickets
- jerusalem crickets
- clams
- chickens
- praying mantids
- finches
- parakeets
- cockatiels
- mice
- moon crabs
Wow. no wonder my parents became impatient with me sometimes... Although a few I didn't have until adulthood.
Sunday, 22 January 2012
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The Comeback
A few months ago, I had seriously contemplated quitting kendo. My heart wasn't in it, it seemed and I was tired of the physical pain that often accompanied the sparring and tournament practices. I also felt I had no more energy to exert with my mind and body to strategically strike anyone. I was feeling pretty overwhelmed with things I had to do next in this stage of life. I was telling alot of people I was probably not going back to kendo.
But then one of my friends offered to sell me a set of kendo equipment I was thinking of buying. Initially I wanted to buy the equipment custom colors from a Canada-based kendo company. But my friend had the equipment here and now and the colors were still pretty although not the exact colors I wanted, but still beautiful. The quality is still good and it was barely used. He offered me discount a few hundreds dollars off which was a deal. Otherwise I would have had months to save $400-$500 dollars and wait three more months to order and receive the brand new custom set. My mind started to change as I tried the bogu on for fit. It fit nearly perfectly. The men (helmet) was just a little loose but I could add more padding. So I am constructing new padding out of silk so the dye and the scratchy padding on the helmet doesn't touch my skin. As I was wearing the bogu, I thought of all the skills I had learned in kendo, the physical techniques but also the mental techniques which I also used outside the dojo. Why am I quitting it when it taught me so much? Why am I quitting it when I still have much to learn? Why am I quitting it when it builds me up? Am I quitting because it is easy not to show up to practices? Am I quitting because I'm bored? Am I quitting because I am lazy? I have so much still to learn from this. Even more so now, because I no longer have so much anger (which can lead to false sense of strength and power), I can learn more thoroughly. Why am I throwing away my current knowledge? I can't do it. I have to continue. I have to improve. There was a reason why I first started, and there was a reason why I kept coming back after all those years. And the reason is always the same. It's deep. It's spiritual. There was a connection from the old me to the new me. I was ever changing from the first time I started kendo in 2002, to now 2012. Even when I wasn't practicing, the connection was still there. The yearning to master my physical techniques. The yearning to master my unsteady temper and moods. The yearning to master spiritual strength and doubt. the yearning to master my self-strength and self doubts. That was my connection to kendo. That IS my connection to kendo. My body grows old, but my spirit does not. And that is why I have to remain connected to kendo.
It's not about the tournaments. It's about mastery.
And when I master those techniques, strengths, and doubts, that's when it shows on the dojo floor. At home, or at the tournaments... wherever I am.
Thursday, 12 January 2012
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Reminders of a Happy Heart
Ah Yes, In Love with my New life. I am. No doubt about it.
However, there are downs too. Life/lives are not always level, they are not always uphill, and they are not always downhill. So we have to balance ourselves internally and externally to balance out our lives too. So I know that even though I am grateful for this new life, and new outlook I've been granted, there are a little dips I have to compensate for. Since my oppressed memories and emotions have been seeping out and finally the pressure cap was removed via individual therapy recently, the residual mixed emotions are escaping big-time now. A few days I've been happy as a clam, and although I still am, there is some anxiety too. ugh. More memories that make me angry or scared are popping up into my conscious and dulling mah shine (man). Whenever I feel the anxiety or anger from those memories, I know I need to write in my leather-bound journal. Or do other things that allows me to see or hear some progress.
So today, i'm gonna remind myself some happy things. :D
I'm buying my kendo armour (bogu) from one of my friends, barely used! It is gorgeous. Has a purple-blue/white/black breastplate. The deerskin leather gloves are brand new and fit perfectly. Not big like the loaner armour I was using for a long time. The helmet (men) fits well, but just a tiny bit of space around my head and chin, so I am making a cushion to protect the skin on my ears and help it fit more snugly. I am making the cushion by hand and 90% is made of silk. The other parts will be plastic or polyester. I will try to make it as pretty as possible. The silk is from the leftover fabric from one of my silk dresses that I shortened. I hope I finish it by Friday so I can use it on Saturday. Then I will pucker the chin pad inside the kendo men by a certain kind of stitching so it will hold my chin securely.
I have started extended positioning on the cello and it hurts my hand like hell. Is it supposed to be like that? My instructor reminded me that my hands are smaller than most and it's because I'm using a 4/4 cello. So yes, it will hurt for a while. But I"m glad I am going to new extended positioning. That means more complex pieces.
Today I got airmail from Japan finally! My friend Kaz (nickname) in Japan sent me picture of her children so cute and growing up fast! We've been friends for 23 years! I need to get a webcam so we can skype. I also am going to start saving money so I can go see her and our other friend Nobu. I would like to go to Japan after I visit my mother. That way I can relax before coming back to the US. I think I would like to plan to go to Montreal, Canada or British Columbia. The last time I've been to British Columbia was when I was in 7th grade. Or maybe I need to make a trip to Germany cause my aunt and uncle are also getting older. I would like to see them before one of them passes away. So much to look forward to!
Anyhow, I thought I'd put my excitement down on my pretty webpage so I can remind myself what I'm excited about later. Right now, I need to start cutting up the silk strips I'm using for stuffing in the cushion I'm making and practice cello tonight again too. :D *dancing a jig*
~ Me <3
Friday, 06 January 2012
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I'm so in Love...
I first set eyes on them late summer last year. They were so smooth. Had such a smooth and graceful strength about them.
... with my new desk and desk chair! It was on clearance at Orchard Supply Hardware. It was almost two-hundred dollars when I first saw the set last year. I saw it again for $125 last week. Then I found out it was the last one, the display. Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! I must have it! It matches my armoire in my bedroom. When I move, I will need a place to sit and sew! It will be perfect. So I got it! My friend and I went to pick it up on Tuesday.
And then over the holiday, I had the pleasure of keeping some company with some beautiful peonies. I've always held back because they can be a quite expensive set of cut flowers. But this time, I had the extra money to splurge on them. They were so beautiful. Very pink and white and double petaled. They looked like pom-poms in full bloom. I can't wait when my peony plant blooms in summer again.
I'm in love with my new life. Recently I have had my third individual therapy dealing with post traumatic stress. The senior therapist pulled out some ugly dark memories that I had tried to push down for a long time. Years ago, in 1996, I had been violated by a male Dr after one of my surgeries, and humiliated by another male Dr during a check-up. When we (the therapist & I) dealt with that and some other traumatic memories, I'd never felt so free. I'd never felt as light and happy since before all that crap happened. I can be so excited about giving a gift to someone, about seeing a flower, about writing a letter, about seeing a gorgeous desk and purchasing it, about being hopeful about moving and getting a bigger space. Even about seeing my mother and anticipating how to deal with her. All the things I used to enjoy before tragedy kept striking. I'm excited whenever I finish altering a pair of pants or playing a duet with my cello teacher. I love the feelings I feel now. I love the color pink again, and just color in general! I'm excited about creating again. I'm looking forward to painting and drawing again. I'm excited about the thought about getting a cat or a whippet dog of my own.
I'm so in love with this. This "new" life.

Wednesday, 07 December 2011
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Savoring
Ah, today is the first time in weeks that I've been able to relax and not go anywhere! Whew... It's nice to take a breather.
I just finished my early dinner of rice and corned beef hash, and then a blueberry scone and decaffeinated coffee for dessert. It was so delicious! Right now I'm watching Ip Man again on Netflix. I've seen it many times, yet I can never get tired of it. At the same time I'm writing entries in my datebook so I don't forget my tasks and appointments.
Monday and Tuesday was just hectic as hell, and my nerves got jumbled. Monday was especially unpleasant as I had three appointments to go to but could only make the two. I was unable to complete the task at the end of the day as the office was closed once I got out from my Dr's appt. Disappointed I began my drive home and realized I was getting more agitated the closer I got to the house. I got more sensitive just four blocks from home and felt something wasn't right. A very distant, but familiar feeling. As I was going to make my left hand turn at the arrow, a kid on a bike zipped right infront of me. That ticked me off. And just as i took my foot off the clutch and stepped on the gas, some other kid on a bike rode right into my car. I saw his palm right on my passenger window and saw him turn his bike handles against the side of my car. I turned my steering wheel way to the left so that the corner of my car wouldn't hit him. And I honked my horn...LOUD. I was pissed. The kid righted himself up and took off in embarrassment. I was concerned for his well-being but also angry that he didn't abide by the traffic lights because there was a huge truck on my right, how could I see what they were going to do!? Boy was I angry. And I was cursing at how lucky he was I didn't kill him. I would have felt even more awful. I watched him ride away with his buddy straight up the street, making sure he didn't collapse from some injury. When I got home, I cursed like hell, sought comfort from Benji the cat, shut myself in my room, lit a joss stick, and dropped to the floor. There I sat in the quiet, meditating for 15 minutes, inhaling the perfumed air and exhaling the vapors of anger and frustration.
I could have killed him... but I did not. He is okay.
Eventually, I returned to normal breathing pattern and a serenity lightly veiled my concerns.
I was more relaxed after that and able to carry on with my evening. Still concerned about my missed appointment and paperwork, I'd gone to bed. I did sleep well that night and when I awoke, it was later than I wanted to. But I realized... OMG! I forgot to check my jury duty summons! I called the number and it turns out I did have to report two hours earlier! D'oh! Effing D'oh! Luckily, when I called them I was able to postpone and reschedule jury service in three weeks. Then sis greets me, "Looks like we should start packing stuff!" It appears we will have to move sooner than planned. D'oh. I turned back to my task of calling the office where I was supposed to submit a report and got put on hold three times, each hold being 20-30 minutes long. Everytime I asked for a correct fax number, the transmission would fail. I still had to go to my group session in an hour. So then I left for cross-town again, one task incomplete. Boooo. After group, I returned home and began my search for apartments online.
So today is now Wednesday (already?), and I just decided to mail the report even though it was already two days late. An office visit and three fax attempts had failed so I was just mailing it with an explanation. Done. What ever becomes of the report, becomes of it. Out of my hands. Now to handle my other concerns. Made phone calls again, and talked to my cello instructor about the next lesson to come up. Inked in all my upcoming tasks and appointments in my datebook. Done, Done.
Now that I can breathe normally again, I can think about mapping the areas of the city I'd like to apartment hunt on different days. It's kind of exciting, but I'm a little sad cause then my sis will be moving away and we won't be able to do our sister shopping trips. She drove me to a Dr appt on one of my first of many steps toward my recovery this summer. It meant alot to me. She provided a safe and quiet place to regain my health, collect my wits and dissipate my anger. I wish they didn't have to move so far. But the in-laws need their help now and they are ready to get out of town. Our family relationships had improved so much after my return to the States. She is my closest best friend-sister. I had also considered maybe moving during the off-season to the city they are moving to also. It would be closer to my former cello teachers and more of my closer friends. But I am tired of moving. I have been moving so much for the past 10-15 years. I'm a "little" tired. And I still have to think about saving enough money to travel abroad this summer and see mother. And my stinkle nephew-cat. Since getting well, I have been taking care of him and he's bonded with me closely. He chases me even. I won't get to see him anymore. But at least I can visit. When I get my own place, I may consider getting a small pet, maybe a kitty or small dog. Depends how much pet deposit is.
One of my friends is selling me a brand new bogu (kendo armor set) at low cost. It is gorgeous, it's so beautiful that I can't pass it up. It fits perfectly and the quality is high. It called to me and said I have to go back to the dojo and get a dan (grade). I have to go back to it. So I have decided to return to the dojo after the New Year begins.
I am fortunate to have recognized my need for getting help, aware of my actions, feelings, and recovery. Thankful for having had a place to recuperate and return to the happy-go-lucky M I recognized years ago. Although, it is a more responsible happy-go-lucky M than many years ago. hehe. I'm savoring my recovery. My new skin and longer hair. Savoring the squeezes and squeals with Mr Stinkles (Benji). Savoring the white rice. Savoring the blueberries in the scone. Savoring the coffee. Savoring my pets and tickles to my pet goldfishes. Savoring the deep notes and resonating of the cello. Savoring the conversations I have with my friends. Savoring quick acceleration as I change the gears in my Miata. Savoring my completed altered and sewing projects.
So appreciative that I survived many close calls. So I'm savoring.
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shoe shopping with the sis, looking for the perfect fit. So much fun... I even dreamt about it!
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