Monday, January 30
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Street Eating
 [journal] People don't eat in the streets like they do in North America. They hardly even drink. But they have a good reason for it. Toronto's population density is low. I used to think New York got pretty crowded. Tokyo's density is actually 10 times more than New York. I can understand why people don't eat or drink in the crowded public. Would you want someone eating Chicken Yakitori 5 centimeters from you face? Personal space and other people's emotions are respected. Side Track Story: One time in the subway I was yapping away on my cell phone and everyone was looking at me, I had assumed it was because I spoke in english but now I know I was being very rude. No one uses their cell phone to talk on the trains, 50% of people are sleeping and 40% have their heads bowed into their cellphones emailing, watching satellite TV, SMSing or playing video games. The head bowed into their cell phones is not limited to trains as people walking down the street have mastered the art of walk and text.So this eating business. You may not actually realize how often you eat in the streets until you're not allowed to. I buy a bag of chips from 7/11 and I'm about to open it when suddenly, "Oh fuck" I can't eat it out here. I'm so thirsty and buy a bottle of coke, but then I have to put it in my bag until I get to school. The worst part is if I was white then I probably could eat something small, like a crossiant, or drink something sealable like a bottled coke, but no, I'm Japanese to everyone. Apparently I look more Japanese than some Japanese. It's the worse when I buy something off a street vendor. I almost think it defeats the whole purpose of street vending if you can't gobble it down right away. Although I think the benefit of street vending is that you save on sitting fees some restaurants charge you. One time when I ate at a restaurant and ordered three things, I looked ot the receipt and saw four things. I assumed they ripped me off and I just accepted it as a foreigner's tax, but it turns out it's for the sitting fee. Since there is no tipping in Japan the sitting fee is more than reasonable and not all places have it. Another time I was so hungry after work because I hadn't adapted yet to the workload and worked through most of my lunch and therefore had a small lunch. By the time work was done I felt like fainting from hunger and at the train station waiting for my train (another 10 minutes) I peaked into my bag which contained a delicious preprepared meal I had bought earlier. I discreetly slid my fingers inside my bag and starting to blindly unwrap the dinner when from the other side of the station a light shined in my general direction. I looked towards the source of the light to see a station employee with a flashlight sweeping it back and forth throughout the station as though the station was a prison yard. Well I took out my shaky hands and had to wait until I got home to devour my food (oh and of course that day I got lost trying to get home. I'll write about me getting lost in my next post). I guess street eating is one barbaric North American cultural phenomenon I miss, although I can understand the need to ban subway eating. |
Sunday, January 29
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Random Bits
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I made rice!!
Apparently, the first time, my rice cooking insticts were right. yet I doubted myself. To cook rice, you just have to press a big red button (it's always the big red button right?). However back in Toronto the rice was done after 15 minutes. Here, after 10 minutes the water only gets warm, so I had doubted myself and switched buttons after 10 minutes had passed. As it turns out, I asked a Japanese girl what the new button I pressed translated to and we decided it meant "porridge." So what I had done was half cooked my rice, doubted myself and then switched over to porridge mode. The result was half-cooked, soggy, watery rice, which if you read the earlier rice post, I promptly trashed.
I don't have to throw my clothes on the floor!!
The top ones can hold up to 1kg and the bottom hooks 1.5kg. I should have bought only 1.5kg ones, but the miser in me wanted to save a few dollars. Now the miser in me has to watch my clothes fall off because the top hangers aren't curved hooks (like the bottom), but are instead perpendicular (about 90 degrees) hooks.
I have a cute Japanese dining set!!
I was at first going to buy these regular circle plates, but I thought these looked more Japanesey. They look much more Japanesey right?
I can fry or boil MEAT!!
So far I've just prepared steak. I'm going to stick with the steak for awhile and then include chicken and then meats that have not been recognized or classified by me. I'll call these meats USS: Unidentified Sitting Meats.
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Saturday, January 28
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eh? Cho-dere?
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Of course when Joe has gone to Japan, "Joe" of Sassoons comes for a visit. Even I think he looks like Joe. Maybe not in this picture, but in real life, he looks so errily like Joe, especially when he doesn't smile.
The second time "Joe" visits the salon, Melissa greets him, and mistakenly almost says "hey Joe." thinking it's my actual brother. Then she realizes it's a duplicate Joe. That very same day, Matthew and Joseph comment on how much he resembles Joe.
So I tell the real Joe there's a duplicate of him, complete with delicate wrists and fingers, small build, and gentle demeanor, and so Joe says "take a picture next time." Well today happens to be "the next time." I shampoo "Joe" and learn his name is Quang Nguyen (he's also Vietnamese). I jokingly tell him about how my brother, his twin, told me to take a picture of him, and so I say, "how silly would that be, asking you, I barely know you!" And then "Joe" is like "that's not that weird, I would do it!" Just bizarre enough that I happen to have my digi camera with me...
Quang (aka "Joe") takes off his hair cutting robe to reveal a snugly fitting t-shirt (Joe wouldn't wear that size- he would have opted for a size larger me thinks) that says 1979. I say "Bizarre! Joe was born that year." Quang says "so am I."
Karen: what month are you born in?
Quang: June.
K: NOOOO! Joe too! Gemini! ....wait, what day? (thinking to myself, no way it can be the same.)
Q:14th. I feel as though I have told Quang when Joe's birthday is (the 15th), and realize we haven't really spoken too much the past few times, and so he's not joking here.. Now how iNSANE is that eh? He was also born in the south of Vietnam, Joe in Saigon! Now that's all too weird.
Needless to say, I felt pretty odd taking his picture, but it wasn't that bad. (Remember Kiera Knightly!?)
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Friday, January 27
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Training
[journal] I won't go into too much detail about the training because I've decided that I will mainly blog about my experiences in Japan rather than my work, since I could get fired. Let's just say it was exceedingly tiresome and rushed. After the intense three day workout I relaxed with two other people who were trained with me by going out to a bar.  The girl was also assigned to the school I'll be at.  They shared a bottle of white and I had a baileys and creme cocktail served hot.  
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Stuff on my Cat
[link] Funny/cute website with pictures of cats covered in things. CLICK HERE.
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Wednesday, January 25
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heppy birsday joey...
[journal]
Have you ever have those friends for years and then one day you're like "hey how old are you anyway?" And then you're suprised when they tell you they're 30-something. Always surprised. No matter how many times Joey tells me he's 34, I'm always surprised.
So he celebrated his 34th birthday with Sandra, her sister & bf Gani, me, Joseph, Gina and Alex. We went to this fancy seafood restaurant where they had all these lame pictures of celebrities who'd eaten there. I should have taken a picture of the food, cuz it was so cool. Our waitress (who was one of those overly cheery ones) brought over this tray of the "market fishes" for that night to choose from. A crazy pile of fish, clams, mussels, and a giant octopus, all shiny and ready for us to choose. Anyway Gani and Joseph had the octopus and it was cool; all barbecued to perfection with its little tentacles; a perfect crisp. Weird thing was this restaurant had this "erotic" theme of like sexuality so there were penis and boobie sculptures everywhere and paintings, photographs and watercolours of naked girls, and we're talking full-on here. Kind of weird. Look it up yo, Joso's is the name.
We went for drinks after at Tom's Collision and Wrecking Yard on College. I suppose it was one before someone decided to change it into a bar. This place is not listed in the 411 telephone directory of Toronto. I know this because I left my phone behind by accident. I hate when I misplace things, drives me crazy. Feel so disconnected from everyone. Anyhow, a fun night, but wish a certain Joe was there too!
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First Day
[journal] Here I am before my first day of work. Technically it wasn't work yet since it was orientation and I started getting paid after training started (yesterday). 
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Tuesday, January 24
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Appliances
[journal] Bought a few more things to fill up my room and a few necessary appliances. I bought a white erase board to draw things and make notes.  I bought a corkscrew board to pin pictures and other papers I get.  A rice cooker on the left and a water boiler on the right. It was harder to buy than you think. I almost bought one that just kept water hot, but didn't boil the water.  The controls on the appliances are in Japanese so I had no idea how to boil the water or cook rice. Eventually I figured out the what all four buttons of the water boiler does, but I still have no idea how to make rice. If anyone can tell me, I will thank you graciously, and know that you helped feed a skinny boy. The water boiler that I have comlpetely mastered:  The rice cooker that I completely suck at:  My plan is to bring these pictures to my work and ask a japanese coworker what the buttons say. Otherwise the rice will come out half cooked and watery on the bottom and I'll have to throw it out, like this:  I got pissed at myself because I stepped on my cool new alarm clock (which again was hard to master) and cracked the display. I'm too poor to buy a new one so I don't really need to know the exact time. I just need it to wake me up. It was really neat too because Japan just put up a new weather satellite system and this alarm clock received signal and reported live weather updates. UPDATE: I threw away the alarm clock because it was too hard to read. I use my cell phone (just like I use the cell phone for everything) as my alarm clock. I can set a different alarm for everyday of the week and it even has a snooze function. I also bought a wrist watch because it is necessary for lessons. 
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Monday, January 23
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Let it Snow
 [journal] It snows even in Tokyo. The difference here is when it snows, people use umbrellas. In N.A., it's more common to see umbrellas for rain and sometimes sun, but I've never seen anyone use an umbrella for snow. Why not? Snow turns to water quite quickly and if you're going to protect yourself from rain, snow should be no difference. Here is a picture just outside my apartment.  Here is one of the sushi conveyor belt restaurants 3 minutes from my place.  Here is the long leg of my walk to the train station. I know to turn left when I hit that electronics store.  |
Sunday, January 22
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What has Joe been eating?
[journal] I went to the supermarket again and bought various items. I never knew how hard it was to buy items in a grocery store until the packaging is in a language that uses symbols (if i was in Germany or France I could figure things out). For example, I was looking to buy dishsoap, but how do you know it's dishsoap you're buying if there isn't any pictorial indications (ie, the classic long feminine fingers touching the rim of a sparkling glass)? There were rows of cleaning products that I couldn't tell if it was dish soap or a kitchen floor and counter top cleaner. I ended up buying something called JET, which may very well in the end poison me.   On the top is a whole variety of sushi I ate in the morning. One had juicy little balls (I made that sound gross, didn't I?), others were soft and cold or raw and chewy, though all were good. In the middle is packaged Soba noodles with fresh onions and a type of soya sauce. I ate it cold, but wasn't sure if it was the correct way to prepare it. In the middle on the right is something I'm going to eat later with the pasta on the left. That little package of pasta was the largest portion they sell. It is probably only large enough to feed two people. I was hoping to buy a gigantic bag and to use portions at a time. The bottom right were deep fried half chicken, half cheese nuggets in a flour based batter. In the middle bottom is a peice of salmon terriyaki, and on the bottom right is seafood sushi. I was scared at first to try it (1 squid with tenticles and 2 weird fishy ones), but they tasted good. Everything you see there is what I ate today. I also bought a 1.5 litre bottle of unsweetened tea though I did not expect it to be unsweetened. I've been swindled twice on my tea now. The first when I got hot unsweetened tea and now cold unsweetened tea. I just want some good sweet ass tea. Is that too much to ask?  If I'm going to try to save some money and not buy all these premade stuff I thought I should invest in seasoning. I got the basics salt, pepper, garlic powder, soy sauce, tabasco sauce, worchester sauce and sugar. The salt was very hard to buy because I wasn't sure if the things I saw were salt or some other odd seasoning. Finally I saw something non-japanese that said Salz and I celebrated. The sugar was also difficult and when I was sure I found some, it was just sitting in a soft bag. I ended up buying sugar sticks. They come in individual packets that look like it's holding straws. Also in the background is olive oil and that unsweetened tea I was writing about earlier. Oh and my pasta sauce to the front right.
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Saturday, January 21
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My Sexy Phone
 [journal] I have this phone in white! I love it so much I spent 4 good hours yesterday with it learning all of its sexy functions. A link to an article about it HERE. It just came out at the end of 2005. It was between this phone, the D902i, with the HUGE screen and cool sliding feature and the SH902i in red with its 3.0 MP camera (compared to this one's 2), and twistable, reversible screen. They both have two cameras, one main one and a smaller (about .3 MP) one for video conferencing; this camera faces you. There are too many cool features to talk about, but one is the push/talk one, which basically changes the phone into a walkie-talkie and you can include up to 5 people. Here's my phone in white:  in yellow:  black (notice the panel on the back labeled AF. All you do is slide it back to reveal a lens, just like a real camera. You hold it that way too with a dedicated button that you press down half way to focus. There's also a zoom feature, a light that acts as a flash, and over 10 different camera modes like portrait, night, landscape, etc.... You can even edit the picture on the camera (colour, crop, lighting, brightness, etc....)  Here's some pictures of the other one. Did I make a mistake? You may think so until you see the sliding mechanism of mine. Both phones were the same price ($340) and came out at the same time.    When I bought the phone I was talking to two people. The sales person (I was at the DoCoMo store) and an english translator on the phone (who sounded really sexy). The translator was really nice and even advised me to go to the Bic Camera store since the phone may be cheaper there (it was 10 dollars cheaper but they were out). The sales person even drew me a map and went outside with me without a jacket. I told her to go in and did the shivering motion but she waited for me until I had my jacket on and was leaving before she went back inside. (OI was a huge shopping building. I was looking for Bic Camera forever and finally gave up and went into the DoCoMo store. Turns out, Bic was so close. If I had walked only a bit further (There's no sign that says Bic Camera. There is someone always shouting through a speakerphone though). Here is the drawn map:  When I came back I talked to another operator who sounded even SEXIER and we were totally flirting. She had this deep laugh and a voice like Scarlett Johannsen. I didn't have anymore questions but she kept asking if I had anything else and I just made shit up that I didn't really need to know so I could hear her cool accent and sexy voice. She was trying to get me as much as she could in free stuff like english booklets and any discounts she could think of. We were laughing a lot too and at the end I told her thank you for her help and for being so funny. She apologized thinking her english made me laugh, but I told her she was humourous. I love this city! |
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The Lady and the Office
[journal] Yesterday I had to apply for an Alien Registration Card, so I can live peacefully in this city for a year. I also had to get two Certificates of Alien registration, one for the bank and one for a cell phone. This card proves that you're not some worthless bum overstaying his/her welcome (safer to carry than your passport/visa). For me, the hard part about obtaining these things was that I had to find the City Office. Keep in mind that I get lost in Toronto. I have twice drove by my own house, millions of times gone on highway adventures that resemble circles and drove hours off tangent to my destinations. Here I am in Tokyo. There are barely any street signs and when there are, it's in Kanji (Japanese characters). I don't own a map and I can't just google map my way prior. The first thing I did was ask the nice housemate (more on housemates in another post) for directions. He drew me a map that seemed straight forward. The next day I followed that straight forward map and never saw the second landmark. I kept walking (he estimated 5-10 minutes from landmark 1 to landmark 2) for over 15 minutes when the road I was on ended. It literally hit a wall. I walked back and saw a very cute, early 30s Japanese woman holding a newborn baby. She was well dressed and looked middle-upper class. I slowly walked up to her in plain view (didn't want to appear out of nowhere). "Sumimasen" She looked up at me and I continued. "Do you speak english?" She didn't know any english at all, not even small words. I showed her the name of the office I was trying to find and she knew I was lost and tried to tell me how to get there. We spent about 5 minutes taking turns speaking Japanese/English. It's funny if you can picture her saying a few sentences in Japanese, me shrugging my shoulders in miscomprehension, me saying a few sentences in English, her smiling shyly in misunderstanding and this going on for a long time. I ended up learning of a vague direction (achieved by outstretched arm, pointed finger). I dug into my book and found the translation for 5 minutes, so I would know how long to walk before I had to ask someone else. I said the words for "5 minutes" and did the walking motion with 2 fingers. With bulging eyes, she shook her head very vigorously as if to say, "5 minutes? Good luck there." Then she did the driving motion (two hands clutched and rotating as if race-car driving) and so I thought she was saying it's close to a 5 minute drive. But then she pointed at herself and did the driving motion again, then pointed to the parking lot, then to herself, then the driving motion again and I thought, no way, is this cute mom saying she'll drive me? She pointed to her car and motioned for me to follow her. When I got about 3 meters from her car she told me to stop. I was thinking I got too close to her and her baby and she was trying to tell me that I misunderstood, and she didn't want me to follow her into her car. She continued to go into her car however and I assumed she was digging out a map of the city in order to show me how to walk to the office. I was feeling pretty silly at that moment thinking a cute mom from any city in the world would actually let some foreign stranger into her car with her and her baby. I could have been a psycho pretending to be lost. But suddenly she came out and gave me a curt bow and invited me into the front seat. She was not looking for a map of the city, but was instead tidying up the car and putting her infant into a child seat in the rear. So I got into her big car (anyone who has a car is rich because it's very expensive to own and drive one and this was a big one) and she smiled at me and motioned for me to buckle up. She began driving and while she did I made use of the time by finding translations for words. I tried to find the translation for the word "busy" in order to ask her, "Are you sure you're not busy?" I was going to achieve this by saying only the word "busy" and then doing two actions: pointing at her and then shrugging my shoulders. She saw I was looking for a word and so she was looking down also while driving. At times I thought we might crash, but she multitasked well. I found the word busy and I said it to her, "Konde Iru." She looked so confused when I said it. I then saw in brackets beside the translation that this "busy" related to "restaurants etc..." as in busy restaurants, which is more similar to "crowded." Basically I was calling her crowded. Then I tried another way. I thought I would instead ask her if she was "late" for anything. But then there was a misunderstanding and I think she thought I was late so she seemed to suddenly drive faster with a determined look on her face. I decided to forget about the entire busy/late thing and looked up the word "age." I pointed to her baby (you didn't think I was going to ask for her age did you?) and said "age." She beamed and said one-years-old. I knew inquiring about the baby was a good tact, because from her low 30s age and young baby I infered it was her first and what new mother doesn't love talking about their baby? I'm a pretty smart guy, right? She asked me where I was from and I told her Canada and tried to explain that I was living here for 1 year and working for Nova. I then looked up the word "beautiful" and "baby" but I was smart enough to look it up in the reverse order otherwise suddenly I'd say "beautiful," wait like 15 seconds while looking for the word baby, meanwhile she thinks i'm hitting on her, and then say "baby." So I did it the other way, "Baby--Beautiful." She was so happy to hear that. When we got there 5 minutes later she stopped the car and I said "Domo Arigato." I didn't know how else I could thank her because I know money would have been insulting. If I had a cell phone at the time I may have worked the nerve to give it to her so we could both improve our langauges some other time. I sort of sat there looking at her and smiling and when I was about to leave and say bye she told me to hold on and she reached for the translation book. She couldn't find what she was trying to say, but after a minute I figured out she was asking if I was okay getting back home. She was so sweet, thinking that far ahead. I totally didn't want to trouble her anymore since it seemed when I stopped her that she was going somewhere with her daughter. I looked up the word taxi and told her I would be okay. I again said "Domo arigato" (Thank you very much) and then went out of the car, gave her a bow and a smile and a wave. I was a little sad I would never see her again, but I don't think I had many options. She was such a cute sweet lady. If she didn't have a kid and was 5-10 years younger I would not have said "taxi" and instead asked her to wait for me and then invite her out for lunch. My office experience was so good too. I had like 4 people working for me, helping me out. It was as though I had an entire team under my direction. One team was getting my alien card ready with the paper work and photocopying, another team was figuring out how I would get home (looking up taxi numbers, calling for me, finding out the approximate price) and a third team was trying to figure out what what I meant by "Reentry Visa, which I need if I visit Korea" (They grabbed a dictionary and two visitor guide books and we figured it out together). It was madness. At the end, the main lady walked me out the door, all the way outside and told me where to wait for the taxi and then she thanked me. I love this city!!
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Friday, January 20
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Japan
[journal] I've gone grocery shopping and found myself in noodle heaven; I grabbed the catchier looking ones. (The following pictures were taken with my camera, but I didn't bring my usb cable, so now I'm going to use my new phone I bought, which incidently deserves and will get its own post, to take pictures. The one problem is that I ate all the dried stuff and left the squishy stuff still in the bag as you will soon see).  When I got to the snacks section I saw this 3-combo set and recognized 1 out of 3 things (the dried cuttlefish) and decided to be brave and eat whatever the other two are even though one of them looked soft and squishy. I have yet to command enough courage to open it.  This is what I had for lunch yesterday. I bought it at the supermarket too. It was quite delicious, and the sushi was reasonbly priced at 6.50. The salad was yummy too. (Couldn't download the picture. Believe me, it was tasty looking sushi of many different varieties!). Here's a picture of my room. As I've mentioned before, it is a lot more spacious than I thought it would be.   There are vending machines all over Japan. As I was walking home I decided to try one as my mouth was getting parched. I looked into the machine and saw what looked like a refreshing tea drink and quickly put in the 120 yen (about $1.20) and quickly grabbed the drink after it came out. To my surprise and dismay, it was really hot. I had no idea vending machines provided both hot and cold drinks in bottles.  I'm getting better at using their subway system. Unlike Toronto where you use one token for any stop on their amazing two lines, Tokyo is like London and you pay for how far you go. The easy thing about their system is if you don't know how much you have to pay, you can put in the minimum, 130 yen, and then at your exiting station, you can go to a fare correction machine and pay the difference you owe. Inside the subway cars they sometimes have bright LCD subway maps that show not only where you are and what direction you are headed but the precise time it takes to get to all the stops on the map. The Japanese are so prompt that if the train or subway is late, they have people who give you late slips when you get off the train and you can give these slips to your boss. Most of the time on the subway trains you'll find half the people sleeping. The Japanese love to rest as they are traveling. You will rarely see them eat food or drink as they feel that is something that should be done as its own event. Although I am very bad with languages, one of the words I've easily picked up is sumimasen, which means excuse me. I find that they use it more than they say hello. Someone will enter the elevator with you and they will say "sumimasen," walk past you, "sumimasen" and order food "sumimasen." They are quite polite. Tonight I am going to a bar with my two roomates. It should be exciting. I also have to buy a digital camera because I feel ashamed to bring out my primative Powershot A300. I am also looking into a cell phone. There's a large electronics store called Bics I want to go to as well as an area known for electronics, although I've been told the items there are overpriced.
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Japan so far
[journal] So far I love Japan.
1. The girls are fashionable, cute and friendly. Apparently designer handbags are in, since every fifth girl I see has an LV. Also, it's so hot that girls play on Gameboys or PSPs and read mangas or video game magazines.
2. My place exceeded my expectations. My room size is reasonable and I like sleeping on the futon they provided. The toilet is in a separated room from the bath, which is nice if you don't want to smell like a number two after you come out of the shower. The place is also furnished with a washing machine, although, unfortunately, no drying machine. The kitchen and living room are both very large and my housemates have good taste in furnishing. I swear to God one side of the living room looks like a professional bar. It has those tall metal shakers to mix drinks, 4 bottles (tequila, vodka, etc....) suspended upside down connected to tubes and ending in spouts to professionally shoot out the poison, tons of fancy shot glasses and other lush accessories I wouldn't know of since I'm not yet an alcoholic. There's a television set connected to a Gamecube, which itself is surrounded by video games and movies and television series DVDs. On the other side is collectible anime figures and Starwarsconveyor posters. Okay, sure, the room looks like it was taken off the set of 40-year-old virgin, but I liked what I saw nevertheless. The only con I've noticed is the toilet room had a nasty urine smell. I'll definitely have to buy something to fix that problem.
3. The location is right beside a yummy, cheap, conveyor belt sushi place. So good. I'm going to be best friends with the owner. I need to find a close by Ramen noodles place now.
4. I'm a 10 minute walk from the train station, which itself is a 25 minute train ride from Ikeburo station in Tokyo.
5. I saw two grocery stores nearby and one huge beer/liquor store. I also saw a small time hair salon, but I'll wait to check out a place Gina recommended.
6. Filling out forms here has much pressure attached to it as diffusing a bomb. ZERO TOLERANCE and you better have perfectly neat block letters. If you go over a line, you better just start a new form.
7. The residents all think I'm Japanese. They all speak to me in this rapid fire attacking style Japanese until I ask, "Sorry, do you speak English?" Then their attacking style stops and they blush before saying, "little, little." They are very helpful however and we play these awesome games of charades trying to understand one another. I seriously should learn Japanese though, but I do have one fear. If I was white and I spoke broken Japanese that would be fine, but since they think I'm Japanese, when I speak Japanese they'll just think I have a language learning disability and feel pity for me. It'll be so embarrassing because it'd be even worse if I explained myself, "I'm not slow. REALLY. I'm Vietnamese actually."
They'd just turn to each other, call me "Forest Gump" and nod in agreement.
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Tuesday, January 17
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 [journal] Today is a sad day in the household.
It's now 5:56 in the morning and Joe has officially left the building. I think I've had a good cry x7 now. (only 2 today and 2 yesterday night tho) I hope you find yourself safely in Tokyo Joe, after 17 hrs of flying. I'll keep you posted on everything that's happening here, you have nothing to worry about. Me being here is like you being here. (I hear Mike's loud snoring from out here.) I guess I should try to sleep another two hours or so now before work wakes me up. (it's 6:01, Brian's alarm clock just went off. This is crazy early! What a fool!) Talk again soon!
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