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A Daruma doll (達磨) is a hollow, round, Japanese traditional doll modeled after Bodhidharma, the founder of the Zen tradition of Buddhism. These dolls, though typically red and depicting the Indian monk, Bodhidharma, vary greatly in color and design depending on region and artist. Though considered a toy by some, Daruma has a design that is rich in symbolism and is regarded more as a talisman of good luck to the Japanese. Daruma dolls are seen as a symbol of perseverance and good luck, making them a popular gift of encouragement. The doll has also been commercialized by many Buddhist temples to use alongside the setting of goals. (Courtesy of Wikipedia)
I have always loved Daruma dolls & truly believe in their symbolism. The first time I had ever decided to use Daruma dolls to set a goal was when I planning my pregnancy. Jian & I had purchased 3 miniature Daruma dolls from our favorite Japanese clothing & lifestyle brand BEAMS, long before I had ever decided to try to get pregnant. We had originally planned to keep them as display collectibles. It wasn’t until I started my IVF journey, when I decided to use those Daruma dolls to set my pregnancy goals (& perhaps make a wish or two). For each of the dolls I had set very intentional goals. After those three goals had been met, I knew the Daruma dolls held a great significance and meaning within my personal journey.
Jian & I have taken our daughter on many short-term localized vacations, road trips, airplane trips, but we’ve never actually prepared ourselves to take her on an 11-hour plane ride across the Pacific ocean until last year. We had also not taken a long-form trip like this since before the COVID pandemic happened, & I wanted to take extra precautions to make sure good fortune & good planning were on our side. I know I am sounding very superstitious here, but I wanted to cover all my bases on the ‘luck’ front.
This is when I thought of my miniature Daruma dolls sitting on a display shelf in Jian’s home office. At first I thought of getting a Daruma doll just for the fun of it and not trying to take it too seriously. I wrote down a few wishes I had regarding our trip on a small piece of paper. I folded it up and placed it under the Daruma doll (after drawing the first eye, of course).
I wasn’t sure if this was just a silly little ritual that you do symbolically, or if it was the real deal. I had to wait until the end of our trip to determine its legitimacy. As you can see where I’m leading with this, it was a triumph! All of my wishes had been fulfilled. Just so you know, I didn’t write down any outrageous wishes or anything like that, only simple things like: a smooth flight, make lots of core memories, don’t get sick during the trip, etcetera.
This is the part where I tell you about the tradition that started forming in my head. I had decided from that trip on, that I would get a new Daruma doll for every major family trip. It was from that point on, I had become a true believer in the power of the Daruma doll.
This coming Spring, in a few weeks actually, we are taking our little bean to Japan again. This time we are tagging along with our best friends and their family (our friends, their 2 kids, 2 grandparents). Our friends haven’t been on a proper, long-form vacation in nearly a decade, & they felt that now was their time to go. They invited us to go with them, & we made the impulse decision to tag along.
We had originally planned to take only one overseas vacation this year, taking our little bean to China for the first time to meet her other relatives. However, with the current currency exchange rate being so favorable to us here in the U.S., & we are still riding the high of our last trip to Japan (even though that was 2 years ago), we leapt at the chance of going back there. Plus, Jian has always wanted to experience Japan in the Spring when the famous cherry blossoms are in bloom & seasonal allergies are running rampant.
I have continued my new found tradition & recently bought two new Daruma dolls: one black (to ward off bad luck), & one red (to promote good luck). Since we are traveling with a larger group this time around, I wanted to make sure I stacked the deck in the good luck department. I am hoping (& praying) this new tradition I’ve started is successful once again. I will try to report my results upon our return.
This all may sound like silly superstition & childish games, but it is fun to have something positive to look forward to & a solid goal to reach for. Besides, this is just for me & not for everyone. So that’s that. Until the next one, 乾杯。
Today’s song of the day:
I was listening to the song “Your Side of Town” by The Killers on the radio today, and it very much reminded me of a close friend of mine who has the same tastes in western music as I do. The style of this song got me reminiscing about the kind of music each of us used to listen to when we were in high school…or maybe even younger.
I was listening to this song, bopping along in my car, and my mind started imagining and making up a story/scenario. I was imagining my friend being back in high school, but the whole tone had a John Hughes (a classic 1980s movie director, if you didn’t know) vibe. I was picturing my friend standing against the wall on the side of the school, wearing skinny-ish jeans & a slouchy blazer with a collared shirt & skinny tie, trying to flirt with girls while feeling super angst and moody.
That got my mind drifting and wandering even more, & as I parked my car in my driveway, I stopped my imaginary stories. I suddenly realized, while also talking to myself aloud in the car, that I love my imagination. I love the way my mind drifts & I can invent wild & fanciful stories that I can picture to myself so vividly.
I have always been a kid who can make up stories with my own imagination, on the spot. I rarely write them down, but I often remember stories I’ve thought of years ago. Sometimes I will go back to one of my old imaginings & reimagine the whole scenario with added embellishments, or to fit the current time. Other times, I will think back on an old story I made up just to reminisce about that scenario I once thought of.
No matter how old I get, I will never stop imagining stories or daydream in my mind. I love every one of my made up stories. They are little scenes just for me, and they make me so happy. Cheers.
I follow a few selective fashion influencers on Instagram. Two of these such fashion influencers demonstrate more traditional (maybe old fashioned) fashion trends from bygone eras. Both of these guys showcase two totally different styles. However, they both advocate wearing traditional analog watches, not just as fashion accessories, but as actual classic timepieces. I even used to wear watches once upon a time, watches in all shapes & sizes.
When I was younger, around middle school to high school age, I wore watches. My watch wearing phase started with a vintage 1980s Sanrio Hello Kitty children’s watch handed down to me from my sister (her father used to import-export Sanrio merchandise from Hong Kong & Japan). The watch had a white (faded to a dingy yellow) plastic analog face with a tiny fish bowl as the second hand & a blue & red striped band. I wore that watch until it no longer fit my wrist, & am not sure what happened to it after I stopped wearing it. I even tried wearing it once after the battery had expired, but the children’s sized band just wouldn’t fit around my chubby wrist.
The second watch I ever wore was a gift from my mom that she got at a department store sale. It was a white & silver Guess brand watch with a white braided leather band & a round silver analog face. I wore that watch every single day throughout my high school days until the coloring on the leather band started peeling. After that, I wore a long silver chain necklace with a spherical shaped pendant that had a watch face in the middle. It was a very small pendant on a too-long-for-me chain, but I still wore it every day, even though it was difficult to read the time on it. One time, I asked my friends if I looked like rapper Flav-A-Flav, but they had no clue who he even was.
Since those high school days, I stopped wearing watches, mostly because I had gotten lazy. From my college days until young adulthood, I had no interest in fashion, jewelry, or accessorizing my outfits. I did go through a Japanese streetwear tomboy phase in my mid-twenties & tried wearing a Casio G-Shock watch, which had become very trendy & collectible at the time, but it didn’t make me look like a tomboy or a hipster. It only made me look like a try-hard playing dress-up in men’s clothes. So, I stopped wearing trendy watches.
At one point in my early twenties, I went back to wearing watches for a bit & had another Hello Kitty watch. It had a wide black silicone band, black square watch face, & a tiny red bow for the second hand. I bought this watch right around the time I started working at the Sanrio Surprises store at my local shopping mall. I used my meager employee discount to get my hands on the latest products before we displayed them in the store. I saw this watch & snapped it up immediately.
Somehow, in recent years, I started thinking about wearing watches again. I guess my romantic feelings toward nostalgic things has piqued my interest in watches again. For the past two to three years, I have been considering very carefully whether or not I truly want to continue wearing watches again, or if it is just a trend I am fixating on. Have I been noticing other popular influencers wearing traditional analog watches & feeling some sort of FOMO? Is my nostalgia increasing in strength as I grow older? Or maybe I am trying to actively wean myself off of being glued to my phone, & I am trying to not use my phone’s clock as an excuse. Maybe it’s a mixture of all these things. It doesn’t really matter.
I carefully thought out what I really wanted, waited patiently, then pulled the trigger & bought myself a watch. I have been seeing this brand BREDA on Instagram a lot in the past year, & I really fell in love with their watch designs. I consulted with Jian, who is my voice of reason, my truth mirror, & my sounding board. He helped me to choose a watch that fit my body type/shape & would fit my everyday lifestyle, but also match my wardrobe. This watch is not extremely expensive, yet also not the cost of a cereal box plastic prize. It looks fancy, but also can be worn with everyday ease. Here are the photos as follows:
So far I am loving this watch, & I am pushing myself to get back into the habit of wearing watches every day. I cannot wait to see how the band will look & feel once it’s been worn in. It’s a little bit stiff now, seeing as how it is out-of-the-box brand new, but it’s still comfortable to wear. Also, since this is the mid-size sedan equivalent of watches, I’m not too concerned about minor scratches or everyday wear & tear. It’s bound to happen anyway, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t take good care of this watch. I’m hoping to wear this one for as long, if not longer, than the one I wore in high school (which is a very long time).
I am so glad that analog watches are coming back in style. I have no desire to wear a digital watch. It’s nice to have something functional, practical, & pretty to look at instead of always reaching for a mobile device. I hope more people of the next generations get to appreciate the joys of owning & wearing a traditional analog watch like we do. Until the next post, cheers!
Today’s song of the day:
Rabbits & Foxes 
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