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Woke up this morning, you are still gone.
Your pass was so sudden, Boba.
We all love you.
And love you, I always will.
Only my memories of you would mend my broken pieces.
Rest now, my love, my child.
Until you rest in our arms again.

Woke up this morning, you are still gone.

Your pass was so sudden, Boba.

We all love you.

And love you, I always will.

Only my memories of you would mend my broken pieces.

Rest now, my love, my child.

Until you rest in our arms again.

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Arrested Development. Aren’t we all?

In celebration of the launch of the new season of Arrested Development after 10 long years, I come up with a list that proves all of us are just a little under development, no matter how old you are.

1. Can we bypass “main course” and get straight to desserts?

2. What do you want to have for dinner? McDonalds! Specifically Chicken McNuggets.


3. Fact: If I can’t see you, you can’t see me either.


4. The adults are talking too much, can I join the children’s table?


5. Friday Marathon: Monsters Inc, followed by The Incredibles, followed by Finding Nemo, followed by Toy Story 1, 2 AND 3. (or is it just my husband?)


6. And finally the quintessential: ARE WE THERE YET?

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I have never understood why people pay tribute to someone special only after his/her passing. Wouldn’t it be nice to show that particular someone how much s/he has impacted other people’s life? The legacy that s/he has left behind? That how much s/he is loved and would be missed dearly?
I’ve never understood. Until today. Today Holden, the punk love of my life, has been diagnosed with kidney failure. Before you jump to conclusion, the vet said he’s doing better after an afternoon of hospitalization and hope that he would recover with a few more days of stay in the clinic. But I understood something. Perhaps it’s superstitious. Perhaps that if you don’t do anything out of the ordinary, it won’t become true, or simply that the reality is too painful to deal with. Whatever the reason, people usually wait until after the fact to show their respect.
But I want to honor the almost 14-year journey that I have been on with my rebellious Yorkie that came home with me at the tender age of 6 months, with a full belly (and head) of fleas.
Yes, even though he can’t read.
Holden is named after Holden Caulfield from the novel The Catcher in the Rye. Well because I read the book, and I fell in love with the lead character. Not in a romantic sense, but more like I identify with his gloomy nature. First mistake that I made as being a first-time mom. Do not name your doggie after a teenage punk.
Holden, my dog, is the definition of rebellious. He ran away numerous times. One time he ran away for a solid 9 hours. I plastered posters everywhere. Finally I got a phone call after work from a lady who spotted a dog that looked like Holden, and she said he was drinking water at some abandoned road. I immediately drove like a maniac to the last place he was allegedly wandering about, thinking it probably wasn’t him, or even if it was, by the time I got there, he would have been long gone. But there he was, drinking dirty water on the street. I couldn’t be happier. I thought he was happy to be reunited with me after wandering aimlessly like a homeless dog for hours on end. I thought to myself, hah, you must have learned your lesson. Well, half an hour later we arrived safely back to my friend’s apartment, he proved me wrong. When the door was left open for a minute, he ran right out again and ran underneath the SUV that was traveling down the street. I heard the scream of my friend and thought he was dead. Later my friend told me that indeed she too thought he was dead, and so had the driver of the SUV. Well, a punk through and through, he never did learn after all. He is a wild little thing. This memory brought me back to the day, 13 years ago, when I bought him from an old couple living in north of Sacramento, I had observed how much he loved being outside of the garden and never wanted to be trapped indoors.
In the past 13 years, Holden has more or less been with me every single day. He has been to many countries, many cities. From breezy California to my hometown Hong Kong to rainy London and now sunshine Tel Aviv, and a few more places in between. From a 2-story house to a 1-bedroom apartment to a studio to a single rented room, I adapted, he adapted. All he ever wanted is to have walks outside and to sit beneath the sun. Ah, the sun. He loves nothing more than sitting in the sunshine, with his eyes squinting and paws spread out.
Like all small dogs that I know, he hates showers. Just like the word “potty” makes him tilt his head with happy eyes, the word “shower” sends him to his hiding place in record time. He learns commands faster than any dog I know. He even knew how to spin! Holden, he’s a smart one.
Lately he develops a new habit. He jumps up (or begs to be picked up) to the bed in the morning and walks across to snuggle right next to me. Being a self-proclaimed disciplinarian, I stopped allowing that because of all the dirt and germ he brings to the bed. Well, I swear, I swear that I would let you jump into my arms and sleep on my head when you come home.
Lately I also develop a habit of my own. Whenever I look at Holden, whenever he isn’t at his tiptop shape, I think to myself, well he is 14 years old after all, as if logic would trump emotions when the time comes.
Today I know logic would never win.
Today I know I wouldn’t want it to.
Holden, you rock my world, and here’s to hopefully many more months and years for you to bark at me when I am working.
I am waiting for the moment to drive down the highway with you with the windows rolled down and your head sticking out like a true rock star.
The moment will come soon. You’ll just need to hang in there with me, my little punk.

I have never understood why people pay tribute to someone special only after his/her passing. Wouldn’t it be nice to show that particular someone how much s/he has impacted other people’s life? The legacy that s/he has left behind? That how much s/he is loved and would be missed dearly?

I’ve never understood. Until today. Today Holden, the punk love of my life, has been diagnosed with kidney failure. Before you jump to conclusion, the vet said he’s doing better after an afternoon of hospitalization and hope that he would recover with a few more days of stay in the clinic. But I understood something. Perhaps it’s superstitious. Perhaps that if you don’t do anything out of the ordinary, it won’t become true, or simply that the reality is too painful to deal with. Whatever the reason, people usually wait until after the fact to show their respect.

But I want to honor the almost 14-year journey that I have been on with my rebellious Yorkie that came home with me at the tender age of 6 months, with a full belly (and head) of fleas.

Yes, even though he can’t read.

Holden is named after Holden Caulfield from the novel The Catcher in the Rye. Well because I read the book, and I fell in love with the lead character. Not in a romantic sense, but more like I identify with his gloomy nature. First mistake that I made as being a first-time mom. Do not name your doggie after a teenage punk.

Holden, my dog, is the definition of rebellious. He ran away numerous times. One time he ran away for a solid 9 hours. I plastered posters everywhere. Finally I got a phone call after work from a lady who spotted a dog that looked like Holden, and she said he was drinking water at some abandoned road. I immediately drove like a maniac to the last place he was allegedly wandering about, thinking it probably wasn’t him, or even if it was, by the time I got there, he would have been long gone. But there he was, drinking dirty water on the street. I couldn’t be happier. I thought he was happy to be reunited with me after wandering aimlessly like a homeless dog for hours on end. I thought to myself, hah, you must have learned your lesson. Well, half an hour later we arrived safely back to my friend’s apartment, he proved me wrong. When the door was left open for a minute, he ran right out again and ran underneath the SUV that was traveling down the street. I heard the scream of my friend and thought he was dead. Later my friend told me that indeed she too thought he was dead, and so had the driver of the SUV. Well, a punk through and through, he never did learn after all. He is a wild little thing. This memory brought me back to the day, 13 years ago, when I bought him from an old couple living in north of Sacramento, I had observed how much he loved being outside of the garden and never wanted to be trapped indoors.

In the past 13 years, Holden has more or less been with me every single day. He has been to many countries, many cities. From breezy California to my hometown Hong Kong to rainy London and now sunshine Tel Aviv, and a few more places in between. From a 2-story house to a 1-bedroom apartment to a studio to a single rented room, I adapted, he adapted. All he ever wanted is to have walks outside and to sit beneath the sun. Ah, the sun. He loves nothing more than sitting in the sunshine, with his eyes squinting and paws spread out.

Like all small dogs that I know, he hates showers. Just like the word “potty” makes him tilt his head with happy eyes, the word “shower” sends him to his hiding place in record time. He learns commands faster than any dog I know. He even knew how to spin! Holden, he’s a smart one.

Lately he develops a new habit. He jumps up (or begs to be picked up) to the bed in the morning and walks across to snuggle right next to me. Being a self-proclaimed disciplinarian, I stopped allowing that because of all the dirt and germ he brings to the bed. Well, I swear, I swear that I would let you jump into my arms and sleep on my head when you come home.

Lately I also develop a habit of my own. Whenever I look at Holden, whenever he isn’t at his tiptop shape, I think to myself, well he is 14 years old after all, as if logic would trump emotions when the time comes.

Today I know logic would never win.

Today I know I wouldn’t want it to.

Holden, you rock my world, and here’s to hopefully many more months and years for you to bark at me when I am working.

I am waiting for the moment to drive down the highway with you with the windows rolled down and your head sticking out like a true rock star.

The moment will come soon. You’ll just need to hang in there with me, my little punk.

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Dream a little dream

When it comes to having an elaborate dream (and remembering it upon waking), my skill is second to none. My dreams are like mini series. Case in point? My dream from last night.

My husband and I were strolling down a street. I saw that there was a sofa-like furniture floating down from the sky, like in the animation UP. Extremely curious, we stopped and kept looking at the floating furniture. It landed on a balcony of an magnificent house. Out came a tiny old lady from the floating mass, and I saw her dragging what it now appeared to be an antique table.

She went into her house. My curiosity rose further, we climbed up to her balcony to see her beautiful house. It was as beautiful, if not more, from the inside. Mostly constructed of striking shiny dark wood, there was a floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, and a huge wooden bookcase filled with different kinds of books.

There was a staircase leading to the second level of the house. Mesmerized by the splendor of the house, my husband wanted to go upstairs. However, I was getting anxious that the old lady would catch us. She was occupied on the phone, speaking to someone.

I saw a heavy door on my right and thought it was the exit door. With our hearts racing we opened the door, but it led us to the bedroom. As we turned back to the living room trying to find a way out, the old lady discovered us, two strangers in her house.

I panicked but was able to come up with a good response. I beat her to the punch and spoke first. I said to her … “There was such loud noise, and I wasn’t sure if everything was ok here since usually it’s so quiet here! I wanted to make sure everything is ok.” My tone implied that we were neighbors of hers. She had grey hair and a warm friendly face, like a grandma from a children’s storybook. She was grateful to us and said everything was ok and led us to the door.

As we walked down the street, I marveled at my quick wit of how I turned the situation around. The fact that she somehow “floated” herself and an antique table from the air to her balcony still baffles me. That’s simply unbelievable!

I turned around to get a glimpse of the house one last time. Here she was, standing on the balcony, but she was no longer the friendly grandmother we met in the house. She was now completely grey and grim and had a mysterious look on her face. She looked intensely at us. I turned my hand back and told my husband not to look back.

Her gaze sent chills down my spine. She knew that we had lied then in her house, pretending to be her neighbor because nobody should have been able to see her.

While she might once have been a warmhearted grandmother, she is now a cold-blooded ghost.

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AMOUR

AMOUR. The heavily nominated film in 2012. Let’s be blunt upfront. I do not understand the appeal of this movie. I thought the movie is about love. But love for what? Love between an old couple? A husband for a wife? Well certainly not love for life. It is depressing from the get-go. Brace yourself, it doesn’t get any better.

I don’t find this movie inspiring. There are certainly movies and documentaries about this subject. Look around you, in real life, observe in a supermarket, in a park … Go visit a care center, you will not be able to miss a story even more compelling.

Speaking of movie making, the movie unfolds in a predicable manner. Not particularly beautiful, though definitely depressing. No thought-provoking dialogues or unique cinematography. I couldn’t see life through the lens of the characters as compared to the beautifully told “Diving bell and the Butterfly” or life in the times of oppression in “Life is beautiful”.

I think the most disturbing of all is that there isn’t a trace of celebration of life. There is not a tidbit of triumph. The movie deteriorates along with her condition in a foreseeable fashion. (alright, I admit perhaps not the almightily depressing ending). I do not see a sparkle of love from either of the characters for life or even for each other besides his taking care of her, but wouldn’t any loving couple do the same, if not much more?

I appreciate movies with a subtle context. In fact I love movies with subtle context. An embrace that signifies long awaited love. A glance that fills with regrets. A single clever remark often makes me think about a movie for days on end. However, I am completely lost in translation in Amour, pun intended.

Where is the love in Amour?

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Holocaust Remembrance Day - 27 Nisan

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It’s a sad day in Israel. It’s a sad day all over the world.

Beginning sundown of Sunday evening, Holocaust Remembrance Day is observed in Israel and many other Jewish communities in the world.

Unfortunately, as ancient and modern history can attest, one doesn’t have to be Jewish to empathize with the pain, suffering and injustice caused by hatred among humankind.

Many, if not all, Jewish teachings remind us that even at the happiest of occasions to always remember and signify the suffering that the Jewish people have lived through. For example, during Passover, we must joyfully celebrate our liberation as we solemnly commemorate our ancestors’ slavery.

I wonder if the reverse is also true. On the saddest day of our modern history, we must memorialize the people who where killed and the suffering brought on to the generations after, but perhaps we must also celebrate those who fought, who helped, who cried alongside us and honor those who taught us, even in the darkest moments, to never lose hope.

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You learn to love. A woman, a city, a man. A child, a parent, a friend.

At times it’s sensible, at times it seems to defy all logic. Sometimes it comes quickly, sometimes you resist until you fall apart.
Fall in love, is that true?

Learn to love. There remains no more bitter sacrifice.

Learn to love. It grows with you. It grows with time.
Learn to love. It’s harder to come by. It’s harder to let go.
Learn to love.

You learn to love. A woman, a city, a man. A child, a parent, a friend.

At times it’s sensible, at times it seems to defy all logic. Sometimes it comes quickly, sometimes you resist until you fall apart.

Fall in love, is that true?

Learn to love. There remains no more bitter sacrifice.

Learn to love. It grows with you. It grows with time.

Learn to love. It’s harder to come by. It’s harder to let go.

Learn to love.

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