The last night in Tokyo

I'm staying at a hotel in the central Tokyo for catching my flight back to Kuala Lumpur tomorrow morning at 11:30.

After coming back from the dinner appointment with a book editor, I caught a view of the Tokyo Tower near my hotel.

It's beautiful.

It's standing decently at the back of the old gate to the Zou-shou-ji temple.

The tower was built some 200 years after the gate (though the gate is the resemble with concrete structure).

There is much greenery and a quiet environment as compared with KL Tower, I think.

As the magnificent two structures stood still in fascinating contrast in this IT century, I felt that my next book publication would depend on my will, my continuous effort, my positive perspect to the future.

Our eventual materialization of the landscape vision would come true, depending on our will, our coutinuous effort and our positive perspect to the future.

Those who possess a vision, the will, the effort and the positive perspect to the future should follow what he/ she believes.

Those who don't know what I am talking about should think of his/ her vision, will, effort and perspect.

Towards the end...

The photograph is the rivival castle mimic in my kampung.


My trip back to Japan is coming to an end. I will move to Tokyo tomorrow in order to take the flight back to Malaysia at about noon Sunday.





I will stay at a hotel tomorrow alone unless a beautiful company found all of a sudden, and move to Narita airport the next morning.





I have an appointment with an editor/ publisher tomorrow evening in Tokyo on an agenda regarding to my future publication. Maybe not on my future publication but a laugh. A crazy bursting laugh.





Never mind.





I will be back to Malaysia. My country.


My home land.


Where my men and wemen are.


You all are!


I miss you all.


I miss you Pearlie, Mano, my sayang Vivi, you all Feris, Aiman, Zul, Osman, Suria, Shafiq, probably Tame as well, Natsu, and the food places we always go.





See you soon.

Ordinary is good

Today, there was no unexpected happenings.

The photograph is taken from my father's room in the hospital. The mountains are about to be snow capped, however it's been very fine since I came here.

The rightmost mountain with sharp pointing summit is called "Hiuchi" mountain which I climbed 30 years ago. Left to the said is famous and magnificent "Myoko" mountain that is sang in all school songs in this district. It will been soon skiing season on the slopes of this mountain.

The roof of the hospital is landscaped with some shrubs and juniper-like small trees. Not nice.

On our way to the hospital, opposite the shrine shown in other photo, there is an urban plaza as the next photograph. I have been wanting to propose to the city hall that all these useless landscape spaces should be turned to beautiful Japanese gardens, but now I am thinking.

My mother commented today, that those urban landscape plazas are useless because there is a beautiful park nearby. The plaza should be turned to a car park.

Different people think differently. And they are not quite wrong.

The old man's memorable day

First thing in the morning, I was shocked to hear my father saying upon the arrival of my mother and me at his hospital suite.

According to him, the operation yesterday was a failure.
The doctor didn’t make a success and stopped half way, therefore it took only one and a half hours instead of 2-4 hours as anticipated earlier.
He didn’t hear the doctor and the nurses say “successful”, but it was very quiet after the operation. So my father made up a story that his cancer still stayed with him and he would die.

My mother and I were stunned with his story and regretted about the operation for a moment, but the next moment recalled what happened yesterday, and made sure that he was wrong.

I explained.

I drew a sketch of the cancer extracted from his body and how it looked like. I stressed how confident the doctor behaved after the operation, how relieved we all felt.

My uncle came later. With clear evidence that I and my uncle didn’t make any pre-arrangement, my father began to believe us. He started to melt. He slowly began to think what he created was not always as convincing as what others did.

Eventually he was convinced.
Later, he listened to the doctor’s confirmation of how successful the operation had been, and that removed his illusion.

He was okay.

Just that he was not too sure between the statement under anesthesia and dream, between the moment and the past.


Then, came to the afternoon.

When we arrived at the hospital, he was not around.

Apparently, he went up to the optical department after complaining poor vision and ear pain.

What a happening!

He came back after a long, and he now said that it had been so awful.

He received laser beam treatment to let excess water in his left eye ball out from it, otherwise he would have gone blind. It seems it would sometimes happen to ESP (endoscope) patients. He will receive the same treatment for his right eye during his stay in the hospital.

What an event in a day!


A lot of things would happen when you are old.


The photograph shows how a Japanese hospital is like today.
It's almost good.
There is a courtyard.
There is a lawn garden.
There is the beautiful moon.

I think I still like Japan.

Today's what-about

Takada Central Hospital, Niigata pref., Japan.

My father went in to the treatment room at 1:15 pm. Anestassia and other preparation for half an hour then went on with endoscopy surgery.

Came out at 3:20 pm. Taken by a nurse (so pretty that my father was exited before entering the treatment room) to his room upstairs while we remained for hearing from the doctor.

The doctor who had operated my father appeared and talked to my mother, my uncle and me showing the organ piece pinned on a small board. It was the cancer removed from my father's esophagus (the tube the food goes through between your mouth and stomach).

The doctor explained that my father was okay, that the surgery had been successfully completed and that my father might be discharged in 5 days.

He may have to come back to the hospital 2-3 weeks later for enlarging a part of his esophagus section by another minor endoscopy. Since that particular section was shrunk by thinning the tube's thickness when the cancer removed, causing a bottle-neck situation, this section has to be widened by a small balloon in order to avoid meat and potato and carrot and those big pieces get stuck here when consumed.

Otherwise my father is perfectly fine.

I thank you all with your sympathy.


Kashino