Takayama City, Gifu Prefecture, Japan
Takayama City, Gifu Prefecture, Japan
The mornings have been coming a little earlier and earlier each day. It hasn’t impacted my sleep cycle all too much just yet, but it will soon enough.
I am going to sleep all weekend.
I’ve noticed that I haven’t been posting too much about myself as of late. I’ve been talking mostly about things I’ve seen or places I’ve been. I haven’t said too much on how I feel.
I think that’s because I have very little to say. Work has been fine for the most part. I still go out with friends or by myself. I do housework.
I think I expected the experience of living in Japan to be a bit more novel. While a lot of people I know think that everything is so new or strange, I just see it as everyday life, just speaking a different language.
Last night, while chatting with some coworkers after work, I think I might understand now why I feel this way. A lot of my coworkers speak and understand minimal Japanese, so [they said that] they fill in the blanks with their imaginations. So, everything has a story or deeper meaning to it. I don’t do that. They see a sign and guess what mystical wonderful thing its for. I see a sign saying Grilled Meat, beer 50% off.
That isn’t to say I’m unhappy here or upset at being literate, because I’m not. I’m much more contdnt here that I ever was back home.
I just wish sometimes I felt that same sense of wonder as they do.
This pretty little thing lives in front of one of the neighbouring apartment complexes between my place and the local conveyor belt sushi joint. I was on my way home from stuffing myself full of salmon and tuna rolls when the bright orange caught my eye.
I went to Yamanashi yesterday with some friends. One of the places we visited was a large garden where you could see Mount Fuji.
We had gone there in search of lunch, but there was only a souvenir shop, an ice cream stand, and an all you can eat tomato restaurant. While I do love Yamanashi tomatos (they are some of the best in the country), a lunch they do not make.
We ended up driving a bit more before we found a good place to stop and eat. It was a rest stop at the floot of the mountain we visited. We all got different things and ate together outside. I had inarizushi (seasoned rice stuffed into fried tofu), while my friends got a dora burger (a fish and beef patty in a dorayaki bun), some assorted rice balls, and a few pastries. We washed it all down with tea and fresh squeezed fruit juice.
All in all, it was a really great trip.
Orange is an awesome color. Anyone who tells you otherwise is an idiot. Just putting that out there…
Over the weekend, my dear phone “Nextan” gave up the ghost. My Nexus had been showing signs of its age for a while now, but it came to a head Friday night. After many “fevers” (battery overheating issue, common in that particular make) and a few comas (random black screens/shut downs), Nextan was given a quiet ceremony at the T-mobile store.
Nextan met its successor, “Sammy” the Samsung, exchanged a few words (contacts/photos), before being shut down for the long sleep-mode. Upon autopsy, it was found to have heart (battery) failure, and a severe lack of (ie: no) cooling paste. Nextan’s family has decided to donate its parts, where applicable.
Sammy, on the other hand, is doing well in its new home. Sammy has been helping its mistress with her photography, using her amazing eye (camera), and assisting with everyday actions. It looks like Sammy and its mistress will get along well.
Since getting Sammy, I’ve been taking photos of everything. The trees are starting to change, so I made sure to make the most of it. I will probably be flooding your Reader with tree leaves in the near future.
August is upon us once again.
Did you know? I was supposed to be born in the end of August, but ended up being born in the beginning of September. I was supposed to be born on one of my best friend’s birthday. My mom says that I knew a good thing and that’s why I waited to come out. I think she’s right.