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Just returned from my annual trip to the sleepy Malaysian state of Penang. In many ways, I feel that time stops in Penang. The exuberant old man we buy apong (a kind of pastry) from every year is still there, cooking his signature food in his ancient wok at his street stall. The KOMTAR (Komplex Tun Abdul Razak) building still looms over the city. I remember when I was a little girl, Komtar was easily the most modern structure and we shopped there. The street hawkers are ever-present, serving up Penang laksa, hokkien mee (different from Singapore's) and other local fare. We passed by my mother's old school in our car. But in many other ways, Penang is progressing with the times. The waterfront area has developed and new shopping complexes like Queensbay Mall have sprung up. We no longer shop at Komtar, but at newer establishments like the said Queensbay and Gurney Plaza. I guess no place can escape from the onset of modernisation forever.
Harried commuters at the ticket barrier.
Schoolgirls buying ice-cream.
I noticed that cycling's a popular mode of transport in Japan. I've seen businessmen and stylishly-dressed young women on bicycles.
Rickshaw drivers taking a break.
I love the aesthetic of Japanese homes--- clean lines, natural colours, simple shapes.
This montage kinda reminds me of an advertisement for a camera--- lots of bright, saturated colour.
One of my uncle's cats, basking and preening in the morning sunlight.
Night shots of (first photo) a bridge in the odaiba district, and (second photo) the minato mirai district.
My sis feeding swans at Huis Ten Bosch (the replica of Holland, near Nagasaki).
The very adorable boy in the first photo is my little cousin kengo. We had dinner with my aunt's relatives on our last night in Kagoshima. In the second photo, from left to right is (top row) my uncle, my cousin kosuke who's a year younger than me, my mother, me, my sis. bottom row is my aunt's aunt, my aunt, my aunt's father, my brother, and finally right in front is kosuke's brother kengo. They are a close-knit family who get along really well. I'm astounded at how well my uncle has integrated himself into Japanese society. He talks and looks like a Japanese! He even smokes, and it's sort of in their culture for working men to smoke.
What remains of our scrumptious breakfast one morning. We had caramelized Japanese sweet potato, octopus omelette, rice cakes, green tea cake, fruit juice (their fruit juices taste much more natural), and teppanyaki which consisted of beef and pork. I realised how good beef and pork can taste when I ate it in Japan. Their beef and pork is so tender, definitely of a much better quality than those in Singapore. My aunt often goes to the mountains to pick chestnuts and gingko nuts. She cooks the chestnuts in brandy, making them taste heavenly, and roasts the gingko nuts. I'm missing Japanese food really badly. The seafood, pork, rice, pickles, ramen, miso soup, sukiyaki, shabu-shabu, teppanyaki, yakiniku, everything! How come people who went to Japan never told me how good the food was?
The deer we saw when my uncle drove us up a volcanic mountain. We fed them the leftover skins of the sweet potato we ate. They're very lovable creatures.
Disneyland! Need I say more? As it was a Saturday, the place was PACKED with locals. In the souvenir shops, everyone was jostling around grabbing cookies off the walls. The estimated time of the queue for a rollercoaster was three hours! The atmosphere was great. It's a good way to get to know the Japanese as you mingle with them and observe their behaviour. Night fell at 5pm, so we also got to see the place at night! The castle was lit up stunningly. My only complaint is that it was freezing after nightfall.
We stayed at a mountainside ryokan (traditional japanese inn) for one night. It was truly an unique experience. We slept on thin mattresses placed on tatami mats and dressed in yukatas (a simpler version of a kimono) for dinner.