Dude, Stussy has suddenly become really cool and fashionable in Japan. It had been kinda underground before, but lately it is all over the place! I’m sorry, but that company canNOT become popular again….how does it even exist still? Dude, that is like SO the 6th year of the Emperor, what are these Japanese people thinking? ;)
Let’s praying that No Fear and Mossimo shirts don’t start popping up next….
Thursday, May 25, 2006
A Summary of My Winter
Wow, two blog entries about weather in a row, I am really turning Japanese.
Anyway, I am reading Bridget Jones’s Diary for the first time (yes, ten years too late) and am thoroughly enjoying it. I found a paragraph that describes ALTs’ winters perfectly:
“Very much enjoying the Winter Wonderland and reminder that we are at the mercy of the elements, and should not concentrate so hard on being sophisticated and hardworking but on staying warm and watching the telly.”
Couldn’t have put it better myself.
Anyway, I am reading Bridget Jones’s Diary for the first time (yes, ten years too late) and am thoroughly enjoying it. I found a paragraph that describes ALTs’ winters perfectly:
“Very much enjoying the Winter Wonderland and reminder that we are at the mercy of the elements, and should not concentrate so hard on being sophisticated and hardworking but on staying warm and watching the telly.”
Couldn’t have put it better myself.
Changing Tenki
(Yes, Cindy wrote like the exact same thing on her blog, but ours are already the same, so why change?)
So, apparently summer is knocking on the door, but I refuse to answer, dammit! It has slowly been getting warmer, and last week it suddenly became muggy, bah! However, it’s weird, because it doesn’t really FEEL muggy, but I’ll get to work and be sweaty and gross, and just be confused as to why I am sweating.
I hate the damn cold here, but I also hate the damn heat! If it was just hot, I could handle, but the mugginess is enough to do me in. Me no wanty sweat!!! Also, why do Japanese people not sweat? Is it because they don’t drink any water, so they don’t have any liquid to release? Or do they not need water because they don’t sweat? Hmm. Also, doesn’t that mean they just keep all of their toxins in them? Ewwww.
Anyway, summer is upon us, and it doesn’t even feel like we got a spring. It wasn’t freezing, but it wasn’t nice spring weather for like more than a week, either. Sigh. Crazy Japan and its crazy weather!
So, apparently summer is knocking on the door, but I refuse to answer, dammit! It has slowly been getting warmer, and last week it suddenly became muggy, bah! However, it’s weird, because it doesn’t really FEEL muggy, but I’ll get to work and be sweaty and gross, and just be confused as to why I am sweating.
I hate the damn cold here, but I also hate the damn heat! If it was just hot, I could handle, but the mugginess is enough to do me in. Me no wanty sweat!!! Also, why do Japanese people not sweat? Is it because they don’t drink any water, so they don’t have any liquid to release? Or do they not need water because they don’t sweat? Hmm. Also, doesn’t that mean they just keep all of their toxins in them? Ewwww.
Anyway, summer is upon us, and it doesn’t even feel like we got a spring. It wasn’t freezing, but it wasn’t nice spring weather for like more than a week, either. Sigh. Crazy Japan and its crazy weather!
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Let’s Sex More Often
From a Japan Times article on marriage and relationships:
Even today, when 88.6 percent of marriages are love marriages (prewar, some 70 percent of marriages were arranged), conjugal bliss, if measured in terms of the frequency of marital sex, is more elusive here than elsewhere. A 2005 survey by the condom maker Durex showed a Japanese average of 45 times a year, far behind the world average of 103 times.
Even today, when 88.6 percent of marriages are love marriages (prewar, some 70 percent of marriages were arranged), conjugal bliss, if measured in terms of the frequency of marital sex, is more elusive here than elsewhere. A 2005 survey by the condom maker Durex showed a Japanese average of 45 times a year, far behind the world average of 103 times.
Don't mess with our food!
So, I haven’t really blogged that much lately, and since I am sure EVERYONE wants to know what I have been up to, I’ll write about my weekend! On Friday night, a few of us decided to meet up for sushi at our favorite place in Ota. We usually train to Ota, then walk 30 minutes to the sushi place. However, we decided to be healthy and exercise-y and bike to the place! Normally I would NEVER consider biking to Ota proper, as Yabu is way north of it, but I have to take advantage of the not-really-humid weather while I can!
I went down the 78, looking for a fork at which I was supposed to turn right. However, lots of drama and construction was in the way and got me WAY out of the right direction…I finally figured out where I was an hour into the ride, when I saw Joyful Honda. Um, that only takes 30 minutes to get to! Who knows what happened. Anyway, eventually I ended up at sushi, which was yummy, as always. After dessert at an Italian place, we all biked home…by the end of the day, I had biked over 25 kilometers! Go, Jeff!
Sean had organized a baseball trip to Tokyo for Saturday (thanks for organizing, Sean!) evening, but Shinders and I of course wanted to go on an eating adventure, so we headed down to Tokyo early for lunch. At first we wanted to do pho at an apparently-amazing place, but we looked it up online and they don’t serve lunch on Saturdays, meh. So, we decided to go to the yummy Indian place in Harajuku. We trained to Harajuku just for it, with the assurance from their business card that they didn’t close after lunch….only to find that they closed after lunch (which was like TWO minutes before we arrived!). Um, we were NOT amused. Do not get in the way of us and food!!!! We wandered around Harajuku, desperately searching for somewhere to eat…I swear Tokyo is the shittiest big city for food in the world. Hello, there should be good restaurants everywhere. Meh. Anyway, we eventually decided to try Yao, a brunch place that had a good menu and wasn’t too expensive.
When we got into Yao, I was surprised that it wasn’t very expensive, as it was very posh and pretentious-looking. Also, the waitress gave us a bell (like, a real bell) to ring if we needed help. Um, that is never a sign of UNpretentiousness! So, when we got our food, we discovered why it was cheap…..they give you like a bit of food for 1500 yen! NOT ACCEPTABLE WHEN ONE IS HUNGRY!!!!! We got this pate thing which was pretty much fruit spread on a piece of Spam (but HIGH CLASS spam!) for 1100 yen. Then we got this curry and a pork thing, both of which were good, but were appetizers at the very most. So, after spending 4000 yen, we went to fucking Freshness Burger to fill up. Sad. Needless to say, we were not amused.
After that we met up with a buncha ALTs at the baseball game. We didn’t see the Giants, as they are famous and expensive, so we saw the Swallows? Ahahahaha. Yes, the team name was the highlight of the game for me. We were in the fan section, which meant all of the crowd was super genki, singing, screaming, and standing up the whole time. We decided that baseball games are where Japanese people allow themselves to be real human beings! Anyway, I didn’t care enough about the game, so I just sat down and talked to people, meaning I didn’t watch any of the game. But it was fun anyway :)
After much convincing, and Cindy and I being drama queens, we eventually got persuaded to stay out all night and go clubbing with everyone. We went to Shibuya for a late dinner, then did an hour of karaoke, then ended up at Club Asia. A recommendation for anyone ever in Tokyo: DON’T EVER GO TO CLUB ASIA. Holy shit, it was the shittiest club ever. It was “house night,” so they played house ALL NIGHT LONG. Um, house is meant for the background of restaurants and bars, not the foreground! You can’t dance to that shit! We decided to make our own fun out of it, but that only lasted for so long, so we left earlier than expected, then waited for the first train (5 am for Yabbers). I got home at 8, assed out, had no Sunday, then worked on Monday. Hehe.
Anyway, despite food and dance drama, it was a fun weekend.
I went down the 78, looking for a fork at which I was supposed to turn right. However, lots of drama and construction was in the way and got me WAY out of the right direction…I finally figured out where I was an hour into the ride, when I saw Joyful Honda. Um, that only takes 30 minutes to get to! Who knows what happened. Anyway, eventually I ended up at sushi, which was yummy, as always. After dessert at an Italian place, we all biked home…by the end of the day, I had biked over 25 kilometers! Go, Jeff!
Sean had organized a baseball trip to Tokyo for Saturday (thanks for organizing, Sean!) evening, but Shinders and I of course wanted to go on an eating adventure, so we headed down to Tokyo early for lunch. At first we wanted to do pho at an apparently-amazing place, but we looked it up online and they don’t serve lunch on Saturdays, meh. So, we decided to go to the yummy Indian place in Harajuku. We trained to Harajuku just for it, with the assurance from their business card that they didn’t close after lunch….only to find that they closed after lunch (which was like TWO minutes before we arrived!). Um, we were NOT amused. Do not get in the way of us and food!!!! We wandered around Harajuku, desperately searching for somewhere to eat…I swear Tokyo is the shittiest big city for food in the world. Hello, there should be good restaurants everywhere. Meh. Anyway, we eventually decided to try Yao, a brunch place that had a good menu and wasn’t too expensive.
When we got into Yao, I was surprised that it wasn’t very expensive, as it was very posh and pretentious-looking. Also, the waitress gave us a bell (like, a real bell) to ring if we needed help. Um, that is never a sign of UNpretentiousness! So, when we got our food, we discovered why it was cheap…..they give you like a bit of food for 1500 yen! NOT ACCEPTABLE WHEN ONE IS HUNGRY!!!!! We got this pate thing which was pretty much fruit spread on a piece of Spam (but HIGH CLASS spam!) for 1100 yen. Then we got this curry and a pork thing, both of which were good, but were appetizers at the very most. So, after spending 4000 yen, we went to fucking Freshness Burger to fill up. Sad. Needless to say, we were not amused.
After that we met up with a buncha ALTs at the baseball game. We didn’t see the Giants, as they are famous and expensive, so we saw the Swallows? Ahahahaha. Yes, the team name was the highlight of the game for me. We were in the fan section, which meant all of the crowd was super genki, singing, screaming, and standing up the whole time. We decided that baseball games are where Japanese people allow themselves to be real human beings! Anyway, I didn’t care enough about the game, so I just sat down and talked to people, meaning I didn’t watch any of the game. But it was fun anyway :)
After much convincing, and Cindy and I being drama queens, we eventually got persuaded to stay out all night and go clubbing with everyone. We went to Shibuya for a late dinner, then did an hour of karaoke, then ended up at Club Asia. A recommendation for anyone ever in Tokyo: DON’T EVER GO TO CLUB ASIA. Holy shit, it was the shittiest club ever. It was “house night,” so they played house ALL NIGHT LONG. Um, house is meant for the background of restaurants and bars, not the foreground! You can’t dance to that shit! We decided to make our own fun out of it, but that only lasted for so long, so we left earlier than expected, then waited for the first train (5 am for Yabbers). I got home at 8, assed out, had no Sunday, then worked on Monday. Hehe.
Anyway, despite food and dance drama, it was a fun weekend.
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