In seven days, I will be at Narita, waiting to board my plane to MEXICO CITY to see MY BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY, yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
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Thursday, April 20, 2006
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa sevenyahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
If you don’t know what that subject means, you don’t know me, bitch! Hee hee. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa sevenyaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh babagitibaba. I am SO motherfucking Rafiki from The Lion King, yo.
So, on Saturday morning I woke up a bit hungover from the enkai, and went with Ann into Tokyo to do some shopping, meet up with Emily, and see The Lion King (the musical). It was a very important day, as I went to the Kate Spade store and got my Jack Spade bag that I had seen when Kris was here. I had literally been dreaming about it, and decided to treat myself to it, even though it is more expensive than a month of rent. I have decided that I can live in my bag for a month if I have to. It is so cute!!!!!!!! It is the gayest thing I have ever seen in my life, but cuuuuuuuuuuuute. Thank god Japan is the gayest country in the world, because no one thinks twice about it. However, I fear I may be attacked if I carry it in the States. Let’s hoping that Americans become more fashionable before I return!
Ann and I wandered around Omotesando and Omotesando Hills (the new fancy-shmancy mall there). Hills’ architecture is cool, but I would never buy anything there. Like no one has ever heard of 7/8 of the stores there! I swear they are just expensive because they are in that mall. If a place is too pretentious for me, that is a bad sign.
Anyway, after some fuckfuckfuckfuckwe’refuckinglateandgonnamisstheshow running to Lion King (with Ann in heels, sorry, Ann!), we made it to Lion King. Only Japan would start a show at fucking 5:30 at night (good for trains back to Gunma, tho). Anyway, the show was good! I had seen it in LA, so I knew what it was like in English. I think I enjoyed it the most, because Ann and Em were like “it just made me want to see it in English!” It was really good, tho. I looooooooove how it is directed. The only bad thing is that when Japanese people pretend to be black and soulful, they fail miserably. Hello, you’re Japanese, your voices are thin as paper, you aren’t soulful. But that wasn’t a problem for most of it…good shit! Yay, theatre!
So, on Saturday morning I woke up a bit hungover from the enkai, and went with Ann into Tokyo to do some shopping, meet up with Emily, and see The Lion King (the musical). It was a very important day, as I went to the Kate Spade store and got my Jack Spade bag that I had seen when Kris was here. I had literally been dreaming about it, and decided to treat myself to it, even though it is more expensive than a month of rent. I have decided that I can live in my bag for a month if I have to. It is so cute!!!!!!!! It is the gayest thing I have ever seen in my life, but cuuuuuuuuuuuute. Thank god Japan is the gayest country in the world, because no one thinks twice about it. However, I fear I may be attacked if I carry it in the States. Let’s hoping that Americans become more fashionable before I return!
Ann and I wandered around Omotesando and Omotesando Hills (the new fancy-shmancy mall there). Hills’ architecture is cool, but I would never buy anything there. Like no one has ever heard of 7/8 of the stores there! I swear they are just expensive because they are in that mall. If a place is too pretentious for me, that is a bad sign.
Anyway, after some fuckfuckfuckfuckwe’refuckinglateandgonnamisstheshow running to Lion King (with Ann in heels, sorry, Ann!), we made it to Lion King. Only Japan would start a show at fucking 5:30 at night (good for trains back to Gunma, tho). Anyway, the show was good! I had seen it in LA, so I knew what it was like in English. I think I enjoyed it the most, because Ann and Em were like “it just made me want to see it in English!” It was really good, tho. I looooooooove how it is directed. The only bad thing is that when Japanese people pretend to be black and soulful, they fail miserably. Hello, you’re Japanese, your voices are thin as paper, you aren’t soulful. But that wasn’t a problem for most of it…good shit! Yay, theatre!
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Nikkuneemu
Among the many nicknames that my kids have for me, a new one that a 3nensei has given me is “Mr. Donuts” (the name of a donut chain). Um, I can hardly think that this is a complimentary nickname! I don’t even want to know….
Oh, well, maybe it’s karma for the name I recently gave a 2nensei, “Nama Ninjin-chan” (raw carrot girl)…I won’t even bother to explain that one.
Oh, well, maybe it’s karma for the name I recently gave a 2nensei, “Nama Ninjin-chan” (raw carrot girl)…I won’t even bother to explain that one.
Druuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunk with teachers
On Friday night I finally went to my first big enkai with teachers (I went to one the week before, but it was only with the 3nensei staff). Friday was a big send-off enkai, as all of the teachers and staff that left for new schools returned for a big BORING assembly during the day (18 speeches that were NOT brief!), followed by a drunk “we’ll miss you!” party at night. It was wayyyyy more fun than I expected, and I also got wayyyyy more drunk than I would expect to be with a bunch of old people!
I got a ride to the place (a nice, fancy hotel, where I was the only one without a suit, oops) from Ms. Kimura’s husband, which was cool, because I didn’t have the motivation to bike there. Enkais are expensive ($50), but I got my money’s worth, as they give you like three meals’ worth of food, plus nomihoudai (all you can drink). P:LUS I got the coolest table there (almost all of the young teachers, somehow, even tho we decided where to sit by pulling numbers? Weird). The Japanese policy is to pour other people’s drinks, even if there is only like a sip missing from the cup….in other words, there is NEVER an empty glass. Um, this is MUY abunai! I swear I must have had…I don’t even KNOW how many beers, because the teachers just kept filling me up! Hmm, that sounds rather dirty.
Anyway, once I was completely drunk as shit and bonding with teachers that I hadn’t even talked to before, we went to the nijikai (second party) at a karaoke place a block away. It was only 20 bucks for karaoke, nomihoudai, and food! Hell yeah, bitches. Ya know, ‘cause I needed more food and drinks. At karaoke, I found out Mr. Satou (a cute teacher who left that I hadn’t ever really talked to) is like fluent in English and knows more English songs than me! We sang My Charona (Sharona?), and it didn’t even have katakana for him to read, but he could sing it all! WTF! And we also sang Oasis’ Wonderwall. Clazy! Then I sang Train Train with Morita-Sensei, who is cool because he is the only teacher that is my age. I also bonded with dear Fujii-Sensei (AKA Hot-Ass Sensei), who was even drunker than me, and was napping during most of the nijikai. He asked for my keitai numbah, hollah! Hee hee.
After karaoke, the hardcore teachers went to a fucking SANjikai (third party), but I knew my limit, so I went home…however, Ms. Kimura abandoned me and I had to walk home drunk as fuck for an hour! Thankfully I had a sense of direction, as my teachers told me to “just go straight,” which would have taken me to Isesaki! Um, no, thanks!
When I got home, I immediately bumped into my thingy that holds my glasses (I don’t know English) and a wine glass shattered on the floor. My drunk reaction to this was, “Oh, of course that happened, I am really drunk,” so I non-chalantly got out the vacuum at 1 in the morning and cleaned it up (while cutting my fingers and bleeding all over).
Yes, a fun night! Apparently I made a good impression, as my kouchou sensei was like, “You have to give me your keitai number so we can drink in Ota!” Haha, yay drunk bonding.
I got a ride to the place (a nice, fancy hotel, where I was the only one without a suit, oops) from Ms. Kimura’s husband, which was cool, because I didn’t have the motivation to bike there. Enkais are expensive ($50), but I got my money’s worth, as they give you like three meals’ worth of food, plus nomihoudai (all you can drink). P:LUS I got the coolest table there (almost all of the young teachers, somehow, even tho we decided where to sit by pulling numbers? Weird). The Japanese policy is to pour other people’s drinks, even if there is only like a sip missing from the cup….in other words, there is NEVER an empty glass. Um, this is MUY abunai! I swear I must have had…I don’t even KNOW how many beers, because the teachers just kept filling me up! Hmm, that sounds rather dirty.
Anyway, once I was completely drunk as shit and bonding with teachers that I hadn’t even talked to before, we went to the nijikai (second party) at a karaoke place a block away. It was only 20 bucks for karaoke, nomihoudai, and food! Hell yeah, bitches. Ya know, ‘cause I needed more food and drinks. At karaoke, I found out Mr. Satou (a cute teacher who left that I hadn’t ever really talked to) is like fluent in English and knows more English songs than me! We sang My Charona (Sharona?), and it didn’t even have katakana for him to read, but he could sing it all! WTF! And we also sang Oasis’ Wonderwall. Clazy! Then I sang Train Train with Morita-Sensei, who is cool because he is the only teacher that is my age. I also bonded with dear Fujii-Sensei (AKA Hot-Ass Sensei), who was even drunker than me, and was napping during most of the nijikai. He asked for my keitai numbah, hollah! Hee hee.
After karaoke, the hardcore teachers went to a fucking SANjikai (third party), but I knew my limit, so I went home…however, Ms. Kimura abandoned me and I had to walk home drunk as fuck for an hour! Thankfully I had a sense of direction, as my teachers told me to “just go straight,” which would have taken me to Isesaki! Um, no, thanks!
When I got home, I immediately bumped into my thingy that holds my glasses (I don’t know English) and a wine glass shattered on the floor. My drunk reaction to this was, “Oh, of course that happened, I am really drunk,” so I non-chalantly got out the vacuum at 1 in the morning and cleaned it up (while cutting my fingers and bleeding all over).
Yes, a fun night! Apparently I made a good impression, as my kouchou sensei was like, “You have to give me your keitai number so we can drink in Ota!” Haha, yay drunk bonding.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Koizumi: Friend or Foe?
An interesting (and rather depressing) article from the New York Times about the changes in Japan's economy since Koizumi came to office.
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