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Isaac and Papa go to Japan: Day 7, Osaka: a Photo Essay

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DAY 7: OSAKA

We started Day 7 at 4:45 a.m. By the end of the day, we would clock two Shinkansen rides, and would bounce across three cities.

From Hiroshima, we decided that we would catch the first train out, the 6:17 a.m. to Shin-Osaka and ultimately to Universal Studios Japan. That meant we had to get up early, check out of our hostel by 5:15 a.m., walk to the Hiroshima station about 900m away, so that we could have enough time to board our train.

Isaac was a real trooper about it. Got up, bathed, changed and packed without any prompting.

We grabbed some sandwiches and drinks from the combini at the station platform before boarding the Shinkansen and ate our breakfast on board. It was about 9:30 a.m. by the time we got to Universal in Osaka, just nice.

We placed our backpacks in the lockers (Pro tip: The lockers are the Universal City station are cheaper than the ones at Universal itself), took out what we needed for the daypacks, and off we went.

On hindsight, we should have bought some bentos for lunch from outside. Lunch inside was an expensive ¥2700 meal of Mel's Burgers.

My mother, bless her, used to make fried rice in the hotel room and pack them into Tupperware when we were kids traveling to Disneyland and Universal Studios in California. Back then, the exchange rate was USD1 to SGD3, so you can imagine the savings. Don't ask me how mom cooked entire meals in the hotel/motel room with just an electric hotplate. It was her magic.

Lunch time was also a life lesson in chope-ing. It's not something they teach for PSLE. I told him to stand near the tables of people finishing their meals while I queued to buy the burgers. He needed to overcome his inner paiseh and really cover his territory like a hawk. We managed to get a table in the end but it took a bit of gesticulating from me to ensure he secured the table.

"Behind you, behind! They finish already. Now. Sit down now. Don't let the other party that just came in take your camped table…"

I said all that with gestures and pointing. I looked like a kiasu uncle.

So we had only one meal in the theme park, which wasn't so bad. And we refrained buying all the popcorn and random theme park souvenirs. The boy didn't even ask for any of it, which is a sign of his maturity.

We didn't do all the rides. It was just impossible. For one, the Japanese were out in force. It was Halloween and kids, youth and adults came dressed in costume. So the queues were super long. Secondly, the Express passes were sold out by the time we got there, you have money also cannot buy.

But we didn't need to try everything so it was okay.

Isaac and I had a go at the Spider-man ride (like our USS Transformers one but with Spidey), Back to the Future (nausea-inducing motion simulator with ancient tech, it's an old ride), Backdraft (fire display), Terminator 2 3D, Jaws, and the Jurassic Park ride. We also took a roller coaster ride at Harry Potter land.

Our trick was to always queue at the Single Rider line. It was usually about half the queue time. But it meant we may not sit together but hey, you saved a lot of time.

We gave the Hollywood roller coaster ride a miss because the queues were just insane. Also, we were a little afraid. Hey, Limpeh not young punk anymore. Play Call of Duty also can get giddy and motion sickness, so forget about a backwards roller coaster ride, ok?

To kill time while we queued, the boy and I would chat. And here is what I realized. Most of the movies referenced by Universal Studios are totally outside of his pop cultural universe. Not very Universal leh.

I had to give him a summary of movies like Terminator 1 and 2, Jaws, Back to the Future 1-3, Backdraft, Alien and Aliens, AVP, and Harry Potter.

I felt like IMDB: Isaac's Movie Database.

Because it was Halloween, there were many new horror maze walkthroughs. We managed to queue for the Alien Vs Predator one, which was quite well done. I tried to make my squeals of fright sound like I was scolding the Aliens.

As evening fell, we needed to wrap it up because we had an 8:37 p.m. last Shinkansen to catch at Shin-Osaka to Tokyo.

We managed to squeeze our second Spider-man ride before we left. Though we aimed to leave by 6pm, we left by 6.40pm in the end, which was within the buffer I created.

We even got to Shin-Osaka by 7:30 p.m., queued at the JR ticket counter and switched our tickets from the 8:37 p.m. train to the earlier 7:40 p.m. one, and made it to Track 25 by 7:38 p.m. Boom, one minute later, our 7:40 p.m. bound for Tokyo pulled up.

Dinner was a bento box each from the Shinkansen food trolley lady. It wasn't cheap but man, the boxes are so beautifully made that you don't feel like eating them. The bento box food tasted as good as it looked.

Ate a meal from a bullet train trolley: check.

We reached our Tokyo apartment close to midnight. In one day, we did Hiroshima-Osaka-Tokyo. Not sure if all that train hopping was more intense or the theme park rides.

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Isaac and Papa go to Japan: Day 7, Osaka by Kinmun "mrbrown" Lee on Exposure

Zero Point

These are the cut-off points for Junior Colleges for next year, to do A Levels or IB.

You get 1 point for an A1. Means lower is better.

Some of these schools need 3 points out of 6 best subjects leh. So you score A1 for your 6 best O Levels also not enough.

How to get three points from six subjects, you ask?

First, your L1R5 is the aggregate of your English marks and 5 best subjects. If you get 6 A1s, your L1R5 score is 6.

Then you can bring down your score further by another 2 points by passing Mother Tongue at Higher Level.

Having a Co-curricular Activity (CCA) distinction will give you another 2 points less.

Or if you have a school affiliation, another 2 points off.

So in theory, you can get an aggregate of 0 with 6 A1s.*

So if you are a 100% A1 O Level student who represented your school in an international Maths Olympiad for your Maths Club CCA, plus a school swimmer who won an ASEAN games medal, while being extremely gifted in Higher Chinese, and hail from an elite secondary school, you will have no problem.

No pressure, kids and parents. No pressure at all.


*(Ok, I exaggerated a little. The maximum you can minus is 4 points, so the lowest possible L1R5 is 2 points.)


Update: This was shared by my friend who explained the system further to me. Let me see if I can explain it correctly. He said if you get 20 pointers or fewer, you are guaranteed a place in JC, What's on the table above is the first-choice lowest point score that you needed to get into a course based on the previous year's batch.

There is no such thing as a predetermined cutoff point. If only 18-20 points students applied for RI as their first choice, then all those 18-20 pointers would get in. It is based on market forces. The COP is therefore based on the market in the previous year, where many super-low pointers aimed for that school as their first choice.

Isaac and Papa go to Japan: Day 6, Miyajima Island: a Photo Essay

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DAY 6: MIYAJIMA ISLAND

On day six, we took a ferry to Miyajima Island, said to be one of the top three scenic spots in Japan.

It was nice to be outdoors with nature. He didn‘t even ask me for the iPod Touch the whole day. Mother Nature kept us occupied.

We were on the ferry fairly early and the island looked like it just woke up. Isaac was very fascinated that cars could drive up into the ferry itself.

On the island, the first thing we heard was the announcement declaring that the deer on the island are wild and during mating season, they can get aggressive. So please don‘t approach them, especially the deer with antlers.

So we tried to stay away from the horny deer.

The deer though, did not stay away from us. They are very brazen and will eat anything. Even paper and plastic bags.

Isaac was accosted by one such deer at the pier while he was eating his soft serve ice-cream. We managed to get away.

We bought some bottled water because we were going to hike up Mount Misen.

Uncle Pro Tip: It‘s ¥130 at the shops nearest the pier. But it‘s ¥110 at the small provision shop deeper in.

While I sat on a bench enjoying the view at the coast, I heard a rustling sound and thought Isaac was trying to get his bottle of water from the plastic bag.

But when I turned to look, it was a deer looking into my plastic bag for food. I went “Oi!“ and tried to take the bag back but the fella bit on the bag and fought me for it.

When I finally pulled it away from the deer, it shifted targets and grabbed the map of Miyajima from my back pocket. I fought to get that back too but lost half my map, as the deer walked away chewing the other half happily.

Isaac laughed his butt off.

Later, as I was taking a photo of Isaac, in the background was another man wrestling with a deer for his map too.

The deer on this island are gentle and yet pretty in your face at the same time.

For some reason, the deer reminded me of my oldest daughter. Faith has the same doe-eyed innocent look when she comes up to us. And also the same assertiveness when she wants something. Perhaps she has the soul of Bambi.

We took a leisurely walk up to the cable car station. It usually takes about 30 minutes from the pier but we took longer, since we planned to spend the day here (and we had all those deer incidents).

We had udon at a small eatery on the slopes and took a long, lazy lunch there, sitting at a low table without our shoes on, and just soaking in the view.

Then we hiked up to the first cable car station and twenty minutes and a transfer later, we were at the highest station. It wasn‘t over. To get to the summit, you still have to hike another 30 minutes uphill.

This is where I realized my son has way more energy than I do. He hops his way up the slopes, I grunt my way up.

Out of kindness (or pity), he would stop for me to rest, usually looking for a bench or tree trunk for me to rest my aching feet.

But we did reach the summit in the end. And there was a nice observation station built there. You can even take your shoes off to lie down on the platform.

The view was quite lovely and we tarried there. As I laid on the deck, the boy went out to explore the surrounding rocks.

One lady climbed one of the higher rocks to take a selfie. I had to keep reminding Isaac not to attempt that himself.

He said, “Don‘t worry! I can do it!”

“Don‘t climb that tallest rock ah. It‘s dangerous.”

“But I can!“

Then he disappeared down the stairs and went out there to the rocks.

I walked over to the balcony to check on him, worried he might really climb up that tall rock but he didn‘t. He was at a lower, safer rock, just sitting there playing out some imaginary scene in his mind.

“I only climbed to this lower rock,“ he declared.

I nodded in acknowledgement and returned to my lazing but at a spot where I could still see him.

We have to trust that our children know what their own limits are. But it doesn’t hurt to keep an eye on them too.

We made our way down in time to catch the sunset at 5:30 p.m. By then all the shops selling street food and little cute cakes were closed. I was happy to see the sunset and capture it, but a little disappointed that I wasn’t able to have rock oysters for dinner.

We did manage to buy some pastry filled with vanilla ice-cream though, and shared that between us. Then Isaac gasped and said, “Pa! There is deer ahead!“

So we scrambled to finish our snack. You don‘t want to mess with the deer here. They can smell your food and your fear.

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Isaac and Papa go to Japan: Day 6, Miyajima Island by Kinmun "mrbrown" Lee on Exposure

20 Questions you ask when you return to your own country after a trip to Japan

1. Why are our trains not as on time?
2. Why is our service so the suck?
3. Where to return my tray?
4. Where is the water dispenser in the restaurant?
5. Why do I have to pay for plain water?
6. Where are the beautiful kimono-clad ladies?
7. Why do I have to wipe my ass?
8. Why is our sushi so thin?
9. Why are our public toilets so dirty?
10. Why do people talk on the train?
11. Why do people make phone calls on the train?
12. Where is the recycling bin?
13. Where are the fellas who push us into the trains at rush hour?
14. Why do people not keep to one side of the escalator when they are just standing still?
15. Why is our public transport so cheap?
16. Why do our grapes taste so common?
17. Why are our watermelons not square?
18. Why don’t our UFO Catcher machines have better prizes?
19. Why don’t our convenience stores sell Oden (おでん)?
20. When can I return to Japan?

You're wearing it salah?

Eh, isn't the kebaya terbalik liao?

Side note, that uncle is the grandfather of @leongsushan who told me he is the painter and artisan of Haw Par Villa.

Update: According to reader Dawn Marie Lee, "The kebaya maker is quite well-known and I enjoy his work. I spoke to him and has informed me that this piece is the very first he has made in this way as he is trying out something new. It was purpose made to be worn like this, with a V-neck at the back, fastened with a kerosang, and a high collar at the front (like a turtleneck blouse). He is someone who likes to innovate and try out new interpretations of the kebaya. He did say he recommended his traditional kebayas to this Russian couple but they preferred this look."

via @muradosmann on Instagram

Isaac and Papa go to Japan: Day 5, Hiroshima: a Photo Essay

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DAY 5: HIROSHIMA

Today, we traveled back in time.

We set off at 9:00 a.m. and managed to get on the 11:13 a.m. train to Shin-Osaka and then we transferred to another bullet train to Hiroshima. By the time we reached Hiroshima, it was 1:30 p.m.

Our room at the hostel wasn‘t ready yet so we left our bags there and took a tram to the Hiroshima Peace Memorial.

Today, we traveled back in time.

We saw the devastation of Hiroshima from the A-Bomb dropped in 1945, from the Enola Gay. Wiping out a city in seconds.

Today, we traveled back in time.

Stories of children melting from the fire and the heat. Stories of families torn asunder. Stories of radiation killing people invisibly.

Today, we traveled back in time.

We looked at the articles of clothing, covered in black rain.

We saw a nail, black and curled, saved by a parent to remember a dead child. We saw a shoe belonging to a girl, not much older than Isaac, with a piece of paper stuck on the sole so she could wear it longer. But she was no longer around and the shoe was all that was left of her existence.

Today, we traveled back in time.

We listened to a man, a Hiroshima survivor, tell his story of how he carried his friend home, despite being burned badly. His friend was worse off, because the soles of his feet were burned so badly he could barely crawl.

We saw how far the damage was from the hyper-centre of the blast. At a 2km radius, everything was destroyed. I told my son, if that bomb hit our home in Lorong Ah Soo, it would destroy everything from our home to Serangoon MRT station. And cause further damage beyond.

We learned 80,000 died immediately. And 100,000 or more died within a year.

We saw drawings depicting a mother trying to save her child inside a burning house but could not make a hole big enough and had to leave the child behind, because the fires were going to engulf them all.

Today, we traveled back in time.

And we wept.

Then Isaac said we should sign the petition to end nuclear weapons, and I said sure, write all our family names on the paper.

We departed the museum, our hearts still heavy. Then we stood on the bridge and looked out at the Ota River and the sun was setting, casting a glow over the city.

We heard some jazz music and stopped to listen to a duo performing at the park by the river.

Cyclists were riding home from work, dressed stylishly.

Dusk fell, and the city of Hiroshima looked like a phoenix that had risen from the ashes of destruction.

We hopped on a tram to head home, which tonight, was a backpacker‘s hostel with a shared toilet and shower facilities in the common corridor.

Downstairs, travelers from various lands gathered in the common room to chat, use the computer, and to eat their store-bought dinners.

Isaac and I ate a bento box set each, bought from the 7-Eleven around the corner, while I waited for the washing machine to finish the cycle in the shared laundry room.

While eating we chatted with John and Wendy Egan from Melbourne who are retired and have five adult children. Wendy played Monopoly and Jenga with Isaac while I chatted with John about politics. Then it was time for bed and Isaac got to sleep on a Japanese-style futon and use a shared shower outside the room for the first time.

Today, we traveled back in time.

We traveled back in time and glimpsed at what war can do to fragile lives.

And I hugged my son a little tighter as he slept, giving thanks for every precious second we have together.

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Isaac and Papa go to Japan: Day 3–4, Kyoto: a Photo Essay

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DAY 3: LEAVING TOKYO

We bid farewell to our Tokyo dwelling and wrote a note in Kai-san‘s Guest Book thanking him for the stay, and made our way to Shinagawa station to catch the Shinkansen to Kyoto.

We stopped for breakfast at Gotanda station, eating a small meal at Mos Burger. Which means we will be hungry soon. Mos is tasty but always not filling enough.

Even though we left after 9am, we still had to deal with the remnants of rush hour and the commute to Shinagawa was fairly packed.

We got our 7-Day JR Pass validated and received our boarding passes for the 10:10 a.m. Hikari Super Express 467 train for Kyoto. There are trains that depart for Kyoto from Tokyo every 30 minutes so we were not too worried about not being able to get a seat.

While waiting for our bullet train, we tried to take some not-too-successful wefies.

Isaac was given permission to play with the iPod Touch while I slept. When I woke up, I was charged and the iPod was drained.

We just reached Nagano station. I think the next station is Kyoto. I will check the scrolling electronic signboard again.

Kyoto! Finally we arrive and the city has a different vibe from Tokyo. It looks more old school, feels more laid back and exudes a strong sense of history and culture.

We were too early for check-in at our guest house so we dropped our bags and walked to the Kyoto Manga Museum nearby.

Along the way, we popped into a Japanese bookstore because I love photo books by Japanese photographers and secretly, Japanese stationery too. Isaac complained that most of the books in the store were in Japanese, even the English novels. Fair point.

We paid ¥800 for me and ¥100 for Isaac to visit the Kyoto International Manga Museum. The building used to be Tatsuike Elementary School, a school with more than a hundred years of history.

Inside, you can find more than 300,000 manga and manga-related items. People read at the library-like tables, in sofas, and most popularly, on the lawn. Yes, the museum had a lovely lawn on the grounds and you can just sit or lie down and read your manga in the lovely 20°C weather.

We spent a good two hours there, looking at the exhibits and reading the comics. I enjoyed reading on the grass, like a kid.

I spotted a comic I enjoyed reading as a teen, called Lone Wolf and Cub, and wanted to introduce the son to it. Then I flipped through the pages and remembered it had some er, adult scenes. So I left him to read Young Justice and Superman, and read Lone Wolf and Cub Volume 1, myself.

We made our way back to the guest house and our bags were already placed in our room. I spotted the washing machine and smiled. It will save me from the sink washing.

We rested a hour or so before setting off for dinner. We had a Mos Burger breakfast and a McDonald‘s lunch (we were hungry after getting off the Shinkasen, don‘t judge us) so we were hankering for some ramen.

The streets of Kyoto near our guest house are bustling with shops and fashion. I think our location is pretty central. As we walked, we tried to look out for a good ramen stall.

Isaac had almost given up hope when I saw legs under a curtain. This was one of those hole-in-a-wall ramen shops.

My senses told me the food would be good and Hakata Nagahama Ramen Miyoshi ramen was awesome. I ordered two char siew ramen for us and a side of kimchi and sujin (beef brisket). He had his first taste of kimchi and drank an entire cup of water. I guess it was a tad too spicy for him.

The beef brisket was more to his taste and he helped himself to that.

We wandered around the shopping district a little more and spotted a street protest. I decided to show Isaac how to take photos with my X100T.

“Get closer, son,“ I said. “Don‘t take the protesters from across the street like this, cannot see anything one.”

He crossed the street with me and stood right next to the column of protesters going by. I have to say he caught a few good shots of the protesters.

As Robert Capa says, “If your photographs aren‘t good enough, you‘re not close enough.”

We shared a crepe dessert together before heading back.

While hanging up the laundry of the day, Isaac and I discussed important issues like whether Kylo Ren could be Luke Skywalker in Star Wars VII.

Then we FaceTimed mommy and his youngest sister, Joy, as we did every night, telling them about our day and giving them a tour of our room.

Joy also showed her autistic older, Faith, the phone and we waved to her. “Hi Cheh Cheh! Papa and Isaac are video-calling from Japan!“

My firstborn Faith giggled and grabbed the phone, and then to our surprise, she waved back at us. Even when we are overseas, Faith surprises us and makes us feel at home.

DAY 4: KYOTO

Day four was a day of buses. We bused everywhere in Kyoto. Got lost once. But generally got to where we wanted to go.

We started the day early. So early that when we walked through Nishiki Market, it wasn‘t fully open yet. They sold all kinds of produce there and traditional foods.

We wondered into a small temple while in Nishiki Market and Isaac was fascinated by this machine with a mechanical horse inside that picked fortunes.

I told him it was a waste of ¥200 but he seemed keen to see what the horse did. So I gave him the money and the horse gave him his fortune. Under “Studies“, it said “Don‘t give up.” We had a good laugh at that.

Then we just kept on walking and ended up at Kamo River. The view was very nice so we bought some breakfast at a Family Mart and I showed him how to buy the Yong Tau Fu there.

We sat on a bench overlooking the river and ate our stash. Isaac seemed more interested in the black pepper fried chicken cutlet he picked out than the Yong Tau Fu, so I had to eat the rest of his bowl.

Next to us, an elderly lady was having her photo taken by her husband. She came over and asked us where we are from and I said, “Singapore.” “Ah, then we are neighbors! We are from JB! We heard your accent and thought you must be either Singaporean or Malaysian! Haha!”

We had a nice chat about places we had already visited and she told us where they went in Japan. And she said that Hiroshima was totally worth a visit, including an island near the city called Miyajima island.

I thanked her and while I finished the last of my breakfast (Isaac had gone back to the Family Mart to buy another chicken cutlet and Kirin Ice Lemon Tea), I made a room booking for Hiroshima on my phone. Next destination settled.

Next stop was Kinkaku-ji, or the Golden Pavilion. I checked out Google Maps and we took a bus 205 there. It took us about 45 minutes.

You board Kyoto buses in the middle, and exit at the front. And you pay only when you disembark. You have to wait till most of the passengers have disembarked before the middle door opens for the new passengers to board. This confused us at the beginning but we got used to it after five bus rides.

I had to ensure we had ample coins because the bus took exact change. It was ¥350 each ride because it was ¥230 for me and ¥120 for the son.

The Golden Pavilion was lovely but we still had other places to go. So we hopped onto bus 59 to go to Kiyomizu-dera, up on a hill. The walk up was packed with school children, tourists and ladies in kimonos.

Some of the kimono-clad ladies is bluff people one. A few were Japanese but many were Hong Kongers, Taiwanese and PRCs.

There were many touristy shops along the way up to Pure Water Temple, but no suitable place for lunch. So we delayed our lunch and just aimed for the top.

“Never have a meal near tourist spots, the restaurants usually tai lang one,“ I shared this sagely travel advice with my son.

Kiyomizu-dera really is lovely in autumn. We hung around for awhile taking photos and then made our way downhill, only to meet an even bigger crowd going up to see the sunset.

We were pretty hungry by 3:00 p.m. so I told Isaac we should eat a bit first. I bought us some vanilla custard puffs from Yatsuhashi Cream Puff near the temple.

I also tried the rice balls from a shop down the road, though Isaac politely declined.

On the bus ride back to our area, I got up the middle of bus 207 and a friendly couple greeted me. “Hi, mrbrown! We follow you on Instagram, we love your photos of Japan.”

What a small world.

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Isaac and Papa go to Japan: Day 3–4, Kyoto by Kinmun "mrbrown" Lee on Exposure

Isaac and Papa go to Japan: Day 1–2, Tokyo: a Photo Essay

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It was a very much a spur of the moment thing. I had some frequent flyer miles, my son had just completed his Primary School Leaving Examinations, and I had a window from work to for a week. The idea had been percolating in my mind for quite a long time though: to go on a trip with my kids, just Father and Child.

We as parents spend much of our waking hours working, making a living, running the home and just generally being busy, while our kids are tied up in school, faced with an endless stream of homework and exams. Some days, we work late, and by the time we are home, the kids are asleep. And when the kids wake up for school at 5am (because the school bus comes at 5.45am), some of us are still a sleep. Which leaves the weekend, or late in the day, to know each other.

So I redeemed my son and I a pair of tickets to Tokyo, bought two Japan Rail 7-day Passes, and off we went on our first Father-Son trip. No plans, no fixed itinerary, and no luggage.

Yes, we had no luggage. Just our Tom Bihn backpacks, a 26-litre Western Flyer for him, and a 30-litre Aeronaut 30 for me, packed with a 12-inch MacBook and with clothes that could deal with the Japanese autumn in October, and even winter temperatures (just in case we decided to go up a mountain). I carried my Fuji X100T camera in my Co-Pilot satchel.

This is a journal and a photo essay of our time there.

DAY 1: TOUCH DOWN

We made it. We got a little lost traveling from the airport to our Airbnb place in Shinagawa, but we finally got there, a little tired and hungry.

Our host kindly met us at the station and it was just short walk to his place.

It‘s pretty basic but clean and cozy. We plonked our things down and went straight for dinner nearby. It is Isaac‘s first meal in Japan and he was fascinated with ordering and paying for our meal through a machine. I‘ll say this, the boy can eat.

We also went to the nearby convenience store to stock up on some drinks and snacks because we have a little fridge in our room. I introduced him to the wonders of Kirin iced lemon tea.

I‘m waiting for the washing machine to finish the cycle while the boy is playing with my iPod Touch. He has 30 minutes of screen time.

I still don‘t know what we‘re doing tomorrow but we‘ll figure it out.

DAY 2: ELECTRIC TOWN

It is our first day out and about and we grabbed a train to Akihabara. Where else would two boys go to first in Tokyo?

Isaac was determined to get something for his younger sister, who is into Vocaloids (she likes Rin and Len). I told him that Vocaloids isn‘t real music, he agreed.

We grabbed a quick meal at the corner shop just in front of the station and went straight for the toy and hobby stores.

Floors and floors of toys, figures and card games. There is no way to see it all. We climbed narrow stairs, scoured the wares and stopped for an arcade game or three.

He made one of my ¥100 coins last for quite a while at the Gundam game.

Then we stumbled upon a very cool Prime 1 Studio exhibition of Batman and Transformers on the top floor of a toy store. Very very cool.

We also checked out the huge Star Wars displays, some with limited edition Japan versions of Star Wars figures.

As we passed another arcade, the boy exclaims, “Pa! Star Wars Battle Pod arcade game!“

“Ok, you play one round. Then my turn.”

We are just two boys in Tokyo, trying to destroy the Death Star.

DAY 2: OLD TOWN

10 hours. We were out for ten hours. Walking. Taking the train. Walking. More walking. After Akihabara, which Isaac called Anime Town, I took us to Asakusa.

Asakusa was packed. Everyone came to shop and to seek blessings. Everything was about touching something for luck.

A huge crowd gathered near Senso-jī Temple because of a dragon dance. The golden dragon snaked through the crowd with an accompanying carriage of lady musicians. People reached out to touch its body for luck and to take photos of it.

As we checked out the shops in the alleys, the boy complained about his boots. He had outgrown them since the France trip a year ago and didn‘t tell me they were too tight. And the walking was taking a toll on his toes. So we went to a shoe shop and I got him a pair of Kenneth sneakers. What is a Kenneth sneaker? It‘s a fake Converse sneaker costing only 1600 Yen. The relief was obvious on his face as he walked in his new shoes.

Then we found a ramen shop in Asakusa that had a queue. And you know what that means to a Singaporean. It has to be good. And it was. The son ate his char siew ramen and I had a wanton ramen. Yes. Wanton. In Japan. Made of chicken fillings. It was surprisingly good.

It was getting late and the sun was setting. One last place to take him. I said come, we take the Ginza line to the end.

We fell asleep on the train ride. The conductor had to wake the two of us up at Shibuya station. He looked a little annoyed at us but it was a good nap.

“This is Shibuya,“ I announced with aplomb, “Look at that crossing.”

We did the tourist thing and crossed one of the busiest traffic junctions in the world. Then I took him to Starbucks Tsutaya, where one can buy a drink and enjoy the view of Shibuya Crossing from the second floor.

It took a while find a seat at the window but eventually we got our spot. And we spent a good 30 minutes just watching people cross a road.

“I‘m hungry now,“ he said.

“What do you want for dinner?“

“Ramen. Let‘s have ramen again.”

I smiled at the boy after my own heart and we took a train back to our place where we had another awesome bowl of ramen in Seiya, a shop near Togoshi Station.

Nothing like a good hot bowl of ramen to end a day in Tokyo.

(Read the full post and see more photographs at brown.exposure.co or view the embedded version below.)

Isaac and Papa go to Japan: Day 1–2, Tokyo by Kinmun "mrbrown" Lee on Exposure

Heartland Hubby Shorts (with me in it)

Snoopy Swee and the ERP in Webisode #3.

Heartland Hubby Shorts: ERP

#heartlandhubby is back! In celebration of SG50, stay tuned to our page for the series of Heartland Hubby Shorts that celebrate what makes us Singaporean. :)#heartlandhubby shorts #3: How to avoid ERP...

Posted by MediaCorp Channel 5 on Thursday, 3 September 2015

In another life, I have a career as a property agent cat, in Webisode 5: Cat Condo.

Heartland Hubby shorts #15: Cat Condo

Heartland Hubby shorts #15: Bobo and Cha Cha shop for housing options! #firstworldcatproblems#boboandchacha #Heartlandhubby

Posted by MediaCorp Channel 5 on Thursday, 15 October 2015

And Snoopy is back in Webisode 13: Taxi Dash.

Heartland Hubby Shorts #13: Taxi Woes

Heartland Hubby Shorts #13: How to get a taxiWe all have these taxi woes' moments... Share yours with us!

Posted by MediaCorp Channel 5 on Thursday, 8 October 2015

A video rig for smartphone video shoots

Lately, we have been shooting with the iPhone 6 Plus and 6s Plus quite a bit for our videos. For example, the election period Minister Midas series was shot entirely on the iPhone 6 Plus.

For a rig, we used the Koziro Cinema Mount that gives you a wider angle lens, which is great since we find that in video mode, the field of view of the iPhone 6 series can sometimes be too narrow.

The iPhone is thin and light, but for video shoots, it can be TOO thin and light, so the rig gives you more stability when shooting handheld, and a better handle made of hand polished rose wood (I know right, rose wood sia).

Also included in the package are filters for landscape photography. The rig also has mounting points for you to attach a tripod below, and a microphone or portable light on top. In our case, we mounted our Rotolight LED light on top of the Koziro.

The Koziro mount should fit most smartphones, and we were very pleased to have this around to shoot our quick and dirty videos, which were shot, edited and uploaded from the phone itself.

Thanks to TK Foto for providing us with the review unit. You can purchase it at their store in Funan.

Apple iPad Mini 4: Unsung Hero

Briefly mentioned during the September Apple Event and probably buried in the hype around the iPad Pro and iPhone 6s, the iPad Mini 4 is something I've enjoyed using a lot. It is what Mini users have been waiting for.

Small, light and powerful, with pretty much the internals of an iPad Air 2 (using the A8 chip), the Mini 4 now comes with a great screen.

Colors are more saturated and the tablet is fast. The Touch ID sensor is also as fast as the iPhone 6s series. The main camera has been upgraded from the 5mp one on the iPad Mini 3 to an 8mp one.

What was surprising was how light it was compared to its Mini predecessors. It is now around 300grams, and you can really feel the weight loss.

The iPad Air 2, while thin and light for its class (about 450g), now feels heavy to me as I read with the iPad Mini 4. Even the iPad Mini 3 feels thick and heavy now.

The Mini 4 inherited the iPad Air 2's thinness (6.1mm vs iPad Mini 3's 7.4mm!). Holding it is so much of a pleasure that I'm tempted to use it without a cover or jacket.

I know right? A naked iPad Mini 4: living life on the edge.

What's missing? Well, you don't get 3D Touch, for example. Nor do you get the latest A9x or A9 chip used by iPad Pro and iPhone 6s.

But if that doesn't bother you, then the Mini 4 may be the iPad you didn't know you wanted, but is the iPad you deserve.

How much allowance does Cheryl get?!

Son: "The children in PSLE maths problem sums seem to get more allowance than me."

Me: "That's because they live in a fictional maths world. You live in the real world."

And also, in Cheryl's world, her friends have to jump through hoops to know her birthday.

Just plane sian

Even planes have days when they feel down.

Cheer simi cheer?

In his blog post about catching up with the HK MTR, Transport Minister Khaw said:

"Meanwhile, as I highlighted earlier, even MTR experiences major disruptions, once a month on average last year. We should therefore be mentally prepared for the next disruption. We will be very disappointed when it happens, but we shall stand up, lick our wounds, examine the causes, and work very hard to prevent a repeat.

I hope Singaporeans will cheer us along, like we cheer our athletes even when they lose. Indeed, more than the spectators, our athletes are the most disappointed with themselves when they do not perform to expectations.

Likewise, I am sure that every disruption hurts our maintenance crew. They told me so when I visited them. Let’s stand with them and boost their morale. It is not SMRT’s or SBST’s name that is at stake; it is Singapore’s reputation. How every one of us responds to a breakdown makes a difference…"

Nice Guilt Trip card played, Minister. Please lah, no one blames the maintenance crew or staff. We know they do what they can with the limitations they are working under.

As Alvin Pang said in a comment: "Whatever the problem is, it's beyond their pay grade."

The public seeks accountability further up the food chain, not from the rank and file. Cheer simi cheer.

The public transport system is not a sporting event. People's jobs and lives are severely disrupted each time the system breaks down. To draw that kind of comparison is patronizing.

How much do eight $1 coins weigh?

Seems like this year's controversial PSLE maths question is weighing heavily on parents' minds.

So is eight $1 coins 6g, 60g, 600g or 6kg?

For the answer, you will need to use your common cents.

#badumtis

Thank you, everybody. I'm here every day.

(Have fun identifying the coins from my travels.)

A teacher's work is never done

Teacher on the public bus with primary school kids from her own school:

"Girl, why you are eating on the bus? You know you're not allowed to eat on the bus, right? What class are you? Who is your form teacher? Ok, come here and sit down so you don't fall down."

Then to three other lower primary kids from another school monkeying around on the bus straps:

"Stop. Playing. Sit. Down."

Hashtag Tough Love.

You can take the teacher out of the school but you can't take the school out of the teacher.

Bless their hearts for doing their job in and out of school.

Vote for your DTL Stage 3 MRT stations

MRT station names for the East Coast stretch of the Thomson–East Coast Line (TEL) and the Downtown Line 3 Extension (DTL3e) are up for public voting. My two cents:

Update: Sandy Point apparently has historical significance. http://mrbrwn.co/1M3aFih