February 28, 2010

Babysitting 101

Filed under: 心痕 — by Yilise @ 8:46 PM

Yesterday marks my first baby-sitting experience, another milestone in my life :p

Kevin and Linda popped by in the afternoon to give us some niangao Linda made. Linda made niangao as it was the last day of CNY and they were doing the rounds. We were their third stop. When they said they were going over to the Seattle side next to pass the niangao to Kevin’s sister and planned to do some grocery shopping at Uwajimaya too, I impulsively said they could leave Curtis at my place if they want – it’ll give them a little alone time to run their errands. Kevin grabbed onto the opportunity and was out of the door before I knew it.

Bleah. I totally didn’t know what I got myself into! Babysitting is way more tiring that I expect. Luckily, Curtis did not cry at all even though Kevin said he’ll definitely cry for the first fifteen minutes. He kept running round in circles and seems tireless. I did not know that two-year-olds had so much energy. My place had no toys and I was afraid he’ll be bored, but he was very happy just running around the place and playing with a handheld massager and the iDog I got for Hongping for Christmas. I didn’t dare take my eyes off him for a minute in case he knocks himself into something – just that stress and fear alone was exhausting. I can’t imagine how Linda and all the other Moms I know do it 24 hours a day!

And Hongping didn’t help at all – he simply sat at his table and worked; only lifting his head occasionally to say, “Hello Curtis”. Little Curtis is also very smart. I told him to go “play with Uncle Hongping”, but he somehow knew he wasn’t supposed to do that. So he’ll run up to Hongping and stare at him silently for a few minutes and run back to me laughing.

I have to admit that for all the stress and exhaustion trying to keep up with this constant bundle of energy, Curtis is a very joyful kid to have in the house. He didn’t throw a single tantrum and his antics of climbing up and down chairs and sofas brought much laughter to a usually quiet afternoon. I actually had a lot of fun taking care of this little two-year-old for the couple of hours. I love how he answers questions with simple childish logic and how he attempts to help in his little ways when I was doing the vacuuming. When I asked if he wanted to help me vacuum, he nodded his head vigorously. He rolled up the yoga mat and put it away before helping me plug in the vacuum, only to run and jump back to the sofa while staring at me with big innocent eyes, waiting for me to finish vacuuming. Kawaii ne!

All in all, it was an enjoyable afternoon and a memorable experience, mainly because it was only for an afternoon. I cannot fathom doing this long-term at all! The responsibility, the stress! Just the thought of it is scary enough. Some people are meant for parenthood and some aren’t. I guess we fall into the latter. Just a couple of hours every now and then will more than fulfill our parental experience ☺


February 27, 2010


Filed under: 心田 — by Yilise @ 7:13 PM

今天在一篇文中讀到彼岸花,一時興趣,上網找了照片來看。原來是以前看過的Red Spider Lilies。之前看過這花,只覺得花瓣有夠細的,也沒太注意。沒想到,這就是傳說中開在黃泉路上的花。紅艷艷的花,開滿一地,似血濺一地,那是怎樣的絢麗燦爛。







February 22, 2010

À la claire fontaine

Filed under: 心痕,戏痕 — by Yilise @ 3:42 AM

So our drinking water was cut off yesterday night. P was really not happy about that. He loves his water and refused to be appeased by either soy milk or fruit juice or milkshake. Me, I was ok. I don’t like to drink plain water anyway. However, when I woke up this morning without my daily honey sustenance, I realized the importance of the drinking water and repeatedly called the office to send the maintenance guys over. The guy came and it turned out that the water pipe line froze and water couldn’t get past the ice. Huh. It didn’t make much sense to me, but apparently leaving the freezer door open for one hour solves it. Leaving the freezer door open for an hour also softens the ice-cream, making it easy to scoop a huge spoonful out to make milkshake smoothies that isn’t half-froth. Yum! Good things come out of bad things.

I also took the opportunity to ask the maintenance guy why our fridge doesn’t give us ice cubes/crushed ice. Apparently, it’s because we never turned the ice-maker on. Okaaay. Four degrees between the both of us, and we did not know that we have to turn the ice-maker on to make ice. Nice. And now I hear ice crashing into the icebox every twenty minutes.

I’ve been watching Il y a longtemps que je t’aime off an on for the day (amidst solving our drinking water problem etc.) I’ve had the film in my hard drive for forever, but I’ve somehow never got to it. It’s a slow-moving film that reminds me of A One and a Two, but with a sideline suspense plot.

It’s a story of how a mis-matched family comes together. A mute grandfather, estranged sisters, adopted Vietnamese daughters, Iraqi friends – a melting pot of characters quietly going about their lives. The addition of Juliette was a stone thrown in the waters, the original life was disturbed and ripples were formed, but the waters still returned to its former calmness. It speaks of how we can come to adapt and accept anything, of how truly flexible the human being is. A particular scene that stood out in its abruptness – the death of Juliette’s probation officer Capt. Fauré, which was quickly followed by news of a friend giving birth. Life follows death. Such are the eternal rules and cycle of life.

Kristin Scott Thomas was exceptional in the film. Her silence heavy and her face so movingly expressionless. She doesn’t say or do anything, but one can feel her pain almost tangibly. So strong is her desire to stay invisible that she almost melts into the background at some points. In the scenes when she’s walking in crowds of people, it is even hard to pick her out. She holds herself so tightly that when she flinches, there seems to be physical pain. There are multitudes of close-ups on her face – covered with fine lines and deep furrows, each line a testament to the pain she went through. Yet such haggardness fails to hide the delicate bone structure and skin – one can even see the faint outline of blue veins. The occasional times when she relaxes into a smile, it’s as if a light is thrown upon her and she suddenly becomes beautiful. Her etched face forms such juxtaposition with that of Léa – Juliette’s pale blue eyes and Léa’s earnest big brown eyes, Juliette’s drawn face with Léa’s round face. The difference between the sisters is so clear.

I don’t understand the language, so instead of listening to the words, I listen to how the words run together, the tempo and the tonality and emotion infused within. It’s a refreshing experience.

The ending was almost anti-climatic. We finally “discover” the secret, but at this point, we really don’t care. In fact, the rage, the shouting, the breaking down at the end felt melodramatic, and was a let down to an otherwise well-balanced film. I would have preferred it end on a quieter note – it felt more that Juliette has accepted the past, and didn’t need the “cathartic” moment.

On another note, I loved the French children’s song, “À la claire fontaine” that inspired the name of the film. The lyrics are so sweet.

À la claire fontaine,
M’en allant promener
J’ai trouvé l’eau si belle
Que je m’y suis baigné

Il y a longtemps que je t’aime
Jamais je ne t’oublierai

February 6, 2010


Filed under: 文迹 — by Yilise @ 1:07 AM








其实全文最动人心的是瑶林那两唐卡。 六世达赖喇嘛仓央嘉措那两首诗。



默然 相爱
寂静 欢喜





February 2, 2010


Filed under: 心痕,戏痕 — by Yilise @ 5:46 AM















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