Life in Tokyo



Went to Miraikan, the National Museum of Emerging Science and Innovation on a Sunday. It’s literally a minute’s walk from where I live — it took me that long to get there! Great interactive museum for the refresh mind on the basics of science, centered more on how it has evolved over time due to innovation. People of all ages go there for the permanent and exciting temporary exhibitions (at the time, Game On, an exhibition on the history of gaming was on). Here’s also where you can see Asimo in action, a robot by Honda dubbed the most advanced human-like robot at this moment.

What I also love about this museum, is the many volunteer guides stationed at different areas in the museum, ready to give visitors a hand. Many of them are elderlies.

I approached one to ask about the cloud chamber in front of me. He was a mat saleh probs in his late 60s, wearing a tag with his name, which indicated that he could speak English. He was quiet, looked reserved and didn’t look like he wanted to talk. I started a conversation with him anyway and to my surprise, he ended up doing most of the talking, taking out his iPad to show me how cloud chambers work on several Youtube videos and sharing how I could build my own at home.

I can barely remember his explanation on how the alpha, beta and mu particles travel inside the cloud chamber, but what I remember is that when he was doing all that his face lit, okay. It was obvious that he was so passionate.

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Asna and Malay novels

I have an opinion on the Malay novel and drama trend today, but have to contain what I think about it, because my mum is an avid Malay drama series viewer (she watches different kind of TV depending on what’s showing in the evening, for the past few years it’s been Malay dramas). Asna pulak terikut-ikut. She intai-intai watch the dramas while pretending to study in Mama’s room and curi-curi baca the novels Mama buys.

So haritu I saw a new novel, “Tundukkan Playboy Itu” on the coffee table. Adoi -_-

I saja tanya Asna:

“Who’s book is this?”

Obviously Mama’s, but she shrugged and said:

“I don’t know, it was just here!”

I shook my head.

“I read it,” she said.

“What is it about?”

“It’s 700 pages. I read it all and it has no pictures pun!”

She was proud of reading a 700-page novel that only has words in it 😆

“It’s about a playboy who gets any girl he wants. There’s a girl wearing hijab at work but he doesn’t notice her pun. One day the girl in hijab becomes a model at a fashion show showing nothing but her eyes. Then, the playboy sees her eyes and he was so mesmerized, but he doesn’t recognize her. I’ll just tell you that, no spoilers!”


She told me she finished the book in 4 days.

Patutlah you’re suddenly speaking BM more these days, belajar banyak dari novel rupanya.


Lantak I lah

Asna used to nag me about getting pregnant before I left for Japan.

She got over it.

Flipping the newspaper like a boss, reading the coverage on Zika the other day, she looked at me and asked:

“There’s Zika. How are you going to get pregnant now?”

She paused and before I could say anything:

“Nevermind. I don’t care. Lantak you nak beranak bila.”



The cancelled flight to Jeju

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After exploring Yeouido Park, we headed to Insadong for lunch, picked up our bags and headed to Gimpo Airport to get on our flight to Jeju. I think the highlight of this Seoul trip is really the trip to Jeju — even my Korean classmate suggested that I skip Seoul and go only to Jeju! Continue Reading

Life in Tokyo

The thing I learned in Tokyo

I’m back in Malaysia!

Hundreds of things to talk about. Although I’ve been absent these days I’ve been productive in other aspects of my life heh.

So. I left home a year ago, excited to experience life in Tokyo. I was sure that I would enjoy it a lot, despite being cautioned that life in Tokyo wouldn’t be as rosy as I would imagine and that I would get over it once the eccentricities of Tokyo suck the life out of me.

To keep it short, I got over Tokyo. It still is my favorite city, but over the past year I realize how good my life is back in KL, that I began truly appreciating what I had back home. It was more of the pull factor rather than the push.

I notice that I’ve a personal life in Tokyo lifecycle:

Just before I left, I was exhausted. I was yearning more out of life and decided to go on this MBA journey in Tokyo. In the first half, everything was exciting. I arrived in the city of my dreams. I felt that this was what I wanted, life in a thriving city where it’s so organized. The people were so polite and well-dressed. The streets and restrooms were clean.

The school and its faculty on the other hand, blew my mind and exceeded my expectations. Attending classes and learning more about the Japanese industries and general business environment, it seemed as if Tokyo offered many more opportunities and allowed me to explore possibilities I wouldn’t have imagined back at home.

Living in a studio in Odaiba and receiving a generous stipend that’s about the average salary of a fresh graduate working in Japan, life was super comfortable. I often ate out, joined nomikai to socialize with classmates, shopped. I figured that life would be even better if I were working in a major MNC hiring Hitotsubashi MBAs in Tokyo. I didn’t worry so much about Reza, because at the time, he also saw it as an opportunity and if he wanted to, he could’ve found a job there more easily than I would, being a Japanese graduate who speaks Japanese.

Also enjoyed my independence. Moving when I wanted, having complete control of the studio and kitchen. Learning how to manage a house and household chores on my own.

Oh, there was no such thing as being home sick. I was ready to migrate 😆

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My partner

When I first came to Tokyo, Reza was with me. He wanted to be there to help me settle down. On the first day, he guided me with preparing my pad. Living alone for the first time, I wouldn’t have the clearest idea about what needed to be done, but he’s been there and done that. So he took me out and highlighted the things that I needed to get to get the place operational. He helped me clean the fully-furnished studio, doing things that I won’t do like making the appliances readily available in the room look like new. Then he helped me unpack and made the place home.

Half-awake, lying on bed in the morning, I’d see him sitting down writing things. When I woke up I saw that he filed all the documents I had received when I moved in — all the guidelines to moving into the ward and the student hall. He made notes, to-do lists and clipped it to relevant guidelines. He detailed out for me the how tos for paying rent and utility bills, disposing trash and he printed the bus routes that I can take to school and to go around Odaiba. He posted on my cork board my address in romaji and pin numbers for receiving parcels.

He was scheduled to leave on the day and time that I had class. When I came back, the house was tidy and on the walls of different corners of the place, were sticky notes. Before he left the house, he left notes on all over the house, reminders for me on the things that I have to do for the place.

One year later?

He was there once more, to help me move out. Helped me pack all my stuff into my bags, cleaned the house and disposed things with me (reminding me that I need to be more aggressive about letting things go so that we won’t exceed the weight limit). He helped me pack my stuff inside boxes and guided me on wrapping and sealing it at the post station. He was also the person who carried most of our 7-piece boxes and baggage on the way to Narita.

People always say that I’m fast and efficient in doing things, but many do not know that I’m married to a person who’s even faster and more efficient that I am.

Ooh and I now keep all the sticky notes in a folder.